Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Nan Rong Huaian's hand froze instantly. He thought about the strangeness of Feng Sufei yesterday, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

"Sophie, Sophie ..."

Nan Rong Huaian shouted loudly and knocked on the door.

Nan Rong Huaian was really anxious. At this moment, his heart seemed to be not his own. He was really worried about what would happen to Feng Sufei.

Nan Rong Huaian couldn't open the door either. The door was locked from the inside.

Nan Rong Huai An is concerned but chaotic.

For the first time he lost his sense of calm.

Nan Rong Huai An had forgotten what to do, and his face went pale.

Because at this moment, the whole body flashed in his mind yesterday Feng Sufei, and what she said.

In this meeting, Nan Rong Huai'an dare not take the words of Feng Sufei seriously.

He felt that she was not joking, she should have said it seriously.

Last night he also thought about it all night, if he didn't do it well and didn't give Feng Sufei a sense of security.

In fact, Nan Rong Huai'an was uncomfortable in heart, and it really hurt.

He looked at the code on the door and started pressing.

At this moment, he had a strong sense of familiarity, and there seemed to be a flash of light in his mind.

It seems that at some time, he also opened the door with a password.

Even now, the password seems to exist in his mind, and he doesn't remember it, but when he thinks it is critical, it will flash out of his mind.

It seems that when he was a teenager, there was a beautiful little girl around him.

"Brother, you can remember this number."

Very crisp business, the little girl is wearing a small white skirt, with a bow tie, very cute.

But hesitant, he thought about it, but his mind became blank again.

He felt that some memories were important. He thought violently that his head would only hurt.

It was as if the severe illness in his youth had confused his memory and made him forget many things and people.

Think hard, but can't remember.

At this time, Nan Rong Huaian didn't dare to delay his time thinking about it. He pressed the password that flashed in his mind.

With a click, the door opened.

...

Inside the house

Feng Sufei was drowsy, she felt her head very heavy and heavy.

Faintly, her stomach still hurts. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed so heavy that she couldn't open them.

She felt someone called her, she heard it clearly and couldn't wake up.

She didn't know if she was called in a dream or in reality.

She listened to the voice of Nan Rong Huai'an, and she laughed at herself at this time. Is it still the dream of Nan Rong Huai'an even at this time?

Feng Sufei reached out her hand to shake off the voice, but she was tired, her body was heavy, and her hands couldn't be lifted.

Feng Sufei didn't know what happened to her.

Nan Rong Huaian entered the house and was relieved when he saw the figure lying on the bed.

You can see Feng Sufei's figure, seeing that she is still here, and his heart fell.

It's just so late, she's not up yet.

The corners of Nan Rong Huai'an's mouth evoked a petting radian, and his eyes were very gentle.

Nan Rong Huaian went to the bed and sat down, watching Feng Sufei.

But at this point, he suddenly felt wrong, Feng Sufei's face was red, and she was sweating.

Nan Rong Huaian's face changed, and reaching out to touch Feng Sufei's forehead was a very hot feeling.

Nan Rong Huaian's heart trembled, knowing that Feng Sufei had a fever.