Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Feng Sufei listened to Nan Rong Huaian's explanation, her heart fell down, and everything was fine.

Nan Rong Huai'an looked at the person who had been in his arms, and his eyes had a misty light, faint and unpredictable.

At this moment no one could see what Nan Ronghuai was thinking.

He reached out, wondering if he wanted to appease Feng Sufei or push her away.

After a pause, Nan Rong Huai An put his hand back and said quietly, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Feng Sufei listened to Nan Rong Huai An's soft voice, and only felt that such a low-alcoholic tone was the most moving and the most soothing.

She can also smell a particularly good smell from Nan Rong Huai'an, like a snowy lotus, just like his people, giving people a worldly feeling.

Such a man is charming in every move, and has the appearance of exhausting the world, which is really irresistible.

Feng Sufei didn't realize that she instinctively wanted to lean in this safe embrace.

As if it could cure her sore heart.

After a short while, Feng Sufei calmed down her emotions, and suddenly returned to her mind. After realizing what she had done, she began to rush out of Nanrong Huaian's arms.

"That, that ..."

Feng Sufei wanted to explain incoherently, and didn't know what to explain or what to say.

It's still time for Nan Rong Huai'an to open his mouth and solve Feng Sufei's embarrassment. "Hungry? Let's go to breakfast."

Feng Sufei nodded.

Feng Sufei followed Nanrong Huaian to the stove in Houshan, and she returned to God. "The disciples of the temple followed the master to leave. How can I have breakfast today?"

"I will do it myself."

Feng Sufei shook her head, as if thinking of something, said in surprise: "No, yesterday's meal was not made by you, right?"

After being assassinated by the master and his disciples, Nan Rong Huaian quickly transferred people away, so how did yesterday's meal be solved?

Is it really Nanrong Huaian?

Nan Rong Huaian rolled up his sleeves and started washing vegetables. Qingrun said, "Well, I made it."

Feng Sufei was startled and almost choked by her own saliva.

Feng Sufei thought, and began to reflect on yesterday's meals. The taste was really good. She couldn't help but eat a lot.

I didn't expect it to be the meal made by this young master.

She really can't imagine how he cooks?

But I have to say that the more you know Nan Rong Huai An, the easier it is to be attracted to this man.

However, Feng Sufei's heart has been severely hit, and it is not easy to be tempted, so she can still resist the charm of Nanrong Huaian.

Although Nan Rong Huai'an is not good enough, it still does not affect his cooking. Every move is elegant and pleasing, pleasing to the eye.

It seems that people can ignore the fact that he is not good at doing things.

Feng Sufei coughed in surprise.

Nan Rong Huaian reached out and patted her gently, "Don't hold yourself."

After Feng Sufei returned to her mind, she hurried to wash vegetables. "I will give you a hand."

As a sound person, she was always embarrassed to let Nan Rong Huaian cook for her.

She also wanted to rush to cook, but she didn't really cook, so she had to fight.

Nan Rong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufei and could see the red color at the base of her ears, but he refused.

Feng Sufei can only wash vegetables and serve dishes. The rest are done by Nan Rong Huaian.

Whether it is chopped vegetables or stir-fried vegetables, Nanrong Huaian is doing it.

But even doing such a thing, Nan Rong Huaian's whole body seems to be immortal, as if the world's red dust.

Feng Sufei looked at his movements and sighed, "The girl you loved at that time should be very happy."