Chapter 445 Are You Injured?

Nanrong Huai'an turned around from the chair and handed the document she was looking at to Feng Sufei, Qingrun said, "This is the list of all the important participants of the state banquet that I told you about, you can take a look. Bar!"

Feng Sufei's eyes lit up, this was really useful to her.

Feng Sufei rudely stepped forward and grabbed the document, and was about to turn to leave, but smelled a faint smell of blood.

She pursed her lips, hesitated, and said, "Are you injured?"

Only at this moment did she seriously notice that Nanrong Huaian's tired brows and sad eyes seemed to contain too much pain.

Such eyes made Feng Sufei's heart skip a beat.

Nanrong Huai'an squeezed his eyebrows gently, and said calmly, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury."

Feng Sufei couldn't help but walk a few steps towards Nanrong Huai'an, wanting to see what happened to him?

Nanrong Huaian said lightly, "Go back first!"

He seemed to be rejecting Feng Sufei's exploration and approach.

Feng Sufei paused in her footsteps, her eyes darkened, she said nothing, turned her head and strode away.

She opened the door and walked out of the study, just as she was about to close the door, she seemed to hear a shallow muffled sound inside, as if she was enduring a great pain.

Feng Sufei's hand holding the doorknob stiffened, she held the doorknob very hard to close the door like this.

But her heart was still involuntarily, out of the control of reason, and opened the door again.

Feng Sufei quickly walked to Nanrong Huai'an, regardless of his expression or attitude, she quickly pulled off his clothes and saw the bandages and red blood stains on his chest.

Feng Sufei's face changed greatly, "You...how did you get such a serious knife wound?"

Nanrong Huai'an frowned because of the pain. He thought Feng Sufei was gone, but he didn't expect her to turn around and see his injury.

"Who let you near!"

Nanrong Huai'an's voice was as clear and sweet as ever, but these words brought a cold sense of alienation.

Feng Sufei was a little uncomfortable being stabbed, and she said politely: "You still emphasized that we are husband and wife today, although you said it was an agreement to marry, but if you die like this, you will be irresponsible to me, you Your injury is also related to me, you don't love yourself like this, don't let people know, is it because you don't want you to know who hurt you?"

Hearing Feng Sufei's sudden words, Nanrong Huaian's eyes were dark and gloomy, covering all his emotions like fog.

Feng Sufei didn't care what Nanrong Huai'an thought, and said directly: "The knife wound in your position is almost fatal, and I don't know who wants to kill you so much, aren't you Nanrong Huai'an? It hurts you like this, you are irresponsible for yourself to the Nanrong family, you must quickly get someone to give you a good dressing..."

Feng Sufei didn't know why she said so many words all at once. It seems that when she saw Nanrong Huaian's injury, she couldn't help but say these words.

Saying that, Feng Sufei got up to find the housekeeper, and wanted to find someone to re-medicate Nanrong Huaian for treatment.

Nanrong Huai'an grabbed Feng Sufei's hand and held it tightly.

Feng Sufei could feel this moment, the temperature on her hand, being held by such a slender and moving hand, the temperature could be transmitted through the palm of the hand to the apex of the heart, it seemed to be touched for a moment.

Feng Sufei turned her head and looked at Nanrong Huaian in confusion.

Nanrong Huaian frowned and sighed, "Su Fei, don't tell anyone."