The Empire's Mr.Jun Is Playing The Villain Again

After the wind Sufi sent out the news, he knew that the fire of the family should be well burned.

The master of the family, siziya and Shijue, fight deeply. Kill it.

The division of internal strife continue to be more fierce!

Wind Sufi looked out of the window, and his eyes were getting darker and darker.

Nanrong Huai'an can feel that his wife is changing, both breath and momentum.

He felt a little strange.

But no stranger, it is also Feng Sufi, and his wife.

In the days of feverish, Huaian, South Rong, was almost defensible to keep Feng Sufi, cook for her, adjust her body, and watch her eat.

In order to take good care of Feng Sufi, Huaian, South Rong, will work in the evening.

Although his eyebrows were tired, he didn't feel tired, because he was looking after his own wife.

A few days later, Feng Sufi was in perfect shape.

This day, wind Sufi woke up in the middle of the night, and there was no South Rong Huai'an figure beside the bed.

She came out quietly, and saw the light in the study on, and she saw Huaian in South Rong busy in it.

Take care of her these days, as if every day is like this.

The wind Sufi no matter how hard the heart will become soft.

No one can take care of another person for no reason.

But Nan Rong Huai'an has no complaints, every day so patient and careful to her.

Even if she is cold and the tone is no better, he is still so good tempered.

Sometimes he was angry helpless, just sighed, and then continued to be good to her.

The heart of Feng Sufi is contradictory.

All at 3 a.m., Huaian, South Rong, quietly returned to the house.

His movements were light and light, just to avoid disturbing the wind Sufi sleeping.

But as soon as he came in, the light came on.

It is the light that Feng Sufi turns on, she is leaning on the bed to look at the South Rong Huai'an, with too many complex emotions in her eyes.

She looked at the tired eyebrows of Huaian in South Rong, and her heart was still slightly pricked.

When Huaian in South Rong sees the wind Sufi, his expression will be relaxed and relaxed.

He habitually reached out to touch the forehead of fengsufi, and he was relieved that he was not feverish. "Wake up? Or can't sleep? "

The wind Sufi lips opened, moved, to say what, finally seized the South Rong Huai'an hand: "you are not beside, can not sleep."

She just used this way, in order to let South Rong Huai'an sleep early.

South Rong Huai'an naturally did not know the wind Sufi's mind, he heard this, the heart point moved down, gentle way: "OK, I will sleep early later, with you."

Feng Sufi to the south of Huai'an gentle eyebrows, sipped lips and said: "Huai'an, these days I have some bad temper."

"Nothing. You are sick, you feel sick, it's normal."

Feng Sufi continued to stare at the eyebrows of Huaian, South Rong: "Why are you so good to me, so inclusive?"

Nan Rong Huai'an smiled. "Fool, you are my wife and family. You are my wife and family. Naturally, I want to make you angry. You are angry. Don't I follow my heart?"

The night is deep, people's heart is easily touched.

At this moment, the wind Sufi's heart was lifted.

She took the initiative to South Rong Huai'an side moved, "Huai'an, embrace me!"

They haven't hugged well for a long time. She wants to hold Huai'an in the south.

Huaian, south of the eyes, light move, hand in hand to hold the wind Sufei, chin on the top of the wind Sufi, eyes with a bit of moisture.

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