Chapter 577
Nanrong Huai'an said softly: "I have sent a signal on my mobile phone, my Shadow Guards will come overnight, you don't have to worry."
Feng Sufei was very tired, she shook her head to wake up, and then walked towards the room.
Walking all the way, Feng Sufei felt a little cold all over her body.
She found that she was fighting alone from beginning to end, and suffered hatred alone.
Her heart is very cold and lonely. Even if she is injured, she is still alone. She doesn't dare to rely on others, and there is no one to rely on.
This feeling is really bleak.
Even though Feng Sufei had a straight back and tried her best to look indestructible, her back was still so bleak.
Nanrong Huaian sat on the chair, looking a little tired and weak, but still looked in the direction of Feng Sufei.
When he was assassinated by the assassin just now, he was in a medicinal bath. The medicinal bath prepared by Master Zhishan must not be interrupted or cause problems.
He thought that if the two shadow guards really couldn't stop him, he couldn't cure the legs, so he could only come out and do it himself.
At that time, Master Zhishan kept saying to him, "Huai'an, you need to calm down, think about your responsibilities, be calm, I can block you later, you hold on, as long as you have another half an hour."
Unexpectedly, his wife appeared and guarded the pharmacy.
Tonight, she shocked him too much.
He never thought that she had such a good skill that she was a first-class level with a gun, or that she had already exceeded the first-class level.
When the time came, he couldn't have time to rest, so he couldn't wait to come out and could only listen to the reports of the two shadow guards...
"Young Master, you can't cool your body right now. You just took a medicinal bath and need to rest and recuperate."
Nanrong Huaian waved his hand, "It's okay, let Master Zhishan go and show Su Fei the injury."
After speaking, Nanrong Huaian pressed the button, the chair began to move, and he also came to the room where Feng Sufei was.
Nanrong Huai'an was outside the door, hesitating for a while, then reached out his hand to give a gentle trick.
"Dong dong..."
"Come in."
When Nanrong Huaian walked in, Feng Sufei was dressing her wound.
Feng Sufei found some wine, washed it with water, wiped it with wine, and found a few pieces of cloth to wrap herself.
In her bones, she is no longer used to relying on anyone, so she instinctively wants to deal with these wounds by herself.
But this scene touched and shocked Nanrong Huaian a little.
Nanrong Huaian has never seen a woman like Feng Sufei.
He was full of thoughts, and when he looked at Feng Sufei, he couldn't help but feel a little touched in his heart.
"let me help you."
Feng Sufei shook her head, "No, I can do it myself. You also look very weak. You should have a good rest after the medicated bath. You don't need to worry about me."
Feng Sufei's face was very cold and her tone was also very cold.
Nanrong Huai'an was silent for a while, then Qingrun said, "Su Fei, are you... angry?"
Feng Sufei's mouth moved, and she asked, "Why am I angry, why do you always think I am angry?"
Feeling that her tone was not good, Feng Sufei slowed down and said, "Don't think about it, I'm just tired."
At this moment, the knock on the door sounded again, and it was Master Zhishan. After he took Feng Sufei's pulse, he took out the medicine and a few pills from the medicine box, explained some things to pay attention to, and then left. Leave the space for two people again.
Nanrong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufei and said, "Sufei, this medicine needs to be applied to the wound."
"I'll do it myself."
Feng Sufei went to Nanrong Huai'an to take the medicine. Nanrong Huai'an did not let go, but grabbed Feng Sufei's hand and looked into her eyes seriously: "Sufei, tell me, why are you angry?"