Chapter 439 The Reason for Really Approaching Him

Feng Sufei suddenly heard Nanrong Huai'an's words, and her hands on her side stiffened.

A bunch of rhetoric she had prepared for a long time suddenly got stuck in her throat and couldn't say it.

Feng Sufei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked up at Nanrong Huai'an, only to find that he was wearing a mask on his face, which made it difficult to see his appearance, but he was sitting elegantly on the chair, and there was a kind of unparalleled appearance in the world. tolerance.

Feng Sufei could hardly describe the feeling of seeing Nanrong Huai'an at this moment.

Feng Sufei's eyes flickered, and she said, "I admire you, Young Master Nanrong, so I thought, if there is a chance to catch your eye, I want to marry you."

After Feng Sufei finished speaking, she felt a subtle and strange feeling in the air, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop by a few degrees.

Feng Sufei looked at Nanrong Huai'an. He sat quietly from beginning to end, like a glacier that did not melt on a high mountain, without traces or waves, but with a mysterious atmosphere.

He was wearing a mask again, and Feng Sufei couldn't understand his expression at all.

There seemed to be a pressure still flowing in the air, but Feng Sufei just stood neither humble nor arrogant, with a serious look.

After a long while, Nanrong Huaian turned the chair gently, looked at Feng Sufei deeply, and said, "Do you want to stay by my side?"

Hearing such a clear and moving voice, Feng Sufei's heart throbbed indistinctly, and nodded seriously, "Well, think."

"The reason just now is not enough to convince me, give me a real reason."

Feng Sufei's fingers trembled slightly, she knew that people like Nanrong Huaian had the deepest thoughts, and it was really difficult to convince him.

Feng Sufei lowered her head, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she pondered for a while, then raised her head, and said word by word, "Si Jue and I have a deep hatred, I know that your leg and injury, Master Nanrong, are the same as Si Jue's. It is deeply related, so I want to stay by your side, Young Master Nanrong, and take revenge together. Besides, Young Master Nanrong, you also need a wife, don't you? I think I can be your most qualified wife."

After Feng Sufei finished speaking, she looked at Nanrong Huai'an without blinking. Even though she was a little confident in her heart, she was still apprehensive because she didn't know Nanrong Huai'an and was not sure of his attitude.

But she found that since she finished saying this, Nanrong Huai'an held the armrest of the chair very hard, and the blue veins of his fingers were a little violent.

Feng Sufei looked at those hands, with well-defined joints and slender like jade, it was really beautiful.

Feng Sufei felt that she was attracted by both hands!

She became more and more curious about what kind of exile-like appearance Nanrong Huaian had in the world.

Nanrong Huai'an controlled his emotions very well, but after a moment, he calmed down, and he stretched out his hand and slowly lifted the mask on his face.

Feng Sufei saw the vertical and horizontal scars on half of the face. She was slightly startled when she saw such a face, but there was no fear in her eyes, only sadness, and a sense of sadness permeated her whole body.

Nanrong Huai'an took Feng Sufei's eyes into his eyes, and said calmly, "So, are you still willing to be my wife?"

Feng Sufei nodded, "Yes!"

The corner of Nanrong Huai'an's mouth moved slightly, "Okay, we have the same idea about revenge. As for you being my wife, we can agree to get married and divorce after a year."

Feng Sufei's eyes trembled, she was actually willing to follow Nanrong Huai'an, because this was what her grandma used to think the most.

But obviously Nanrong Huaian might not be willing, so she didn't say anything else, she was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay."