Quick Wear: Is the Lord God showing double standards again today?

Chapter 336 The Sickly Beauty's Rough Husband 5

"Have you really thought it through?" Meng Junhuai understood these young masters. They liked to make fun of them, but this man looked very simple and not like those reckless ones.

Coupled with the sick buff on his body, Meng Junhuai felt even more distressed when he saw Nanfeng. The other brothers were spoiled and lawless, just like Ning Ying, who was full of energy and energy. Whatever he wanted, the Ning family would find it for him.

The man in front of him was so sick that he couldn't even get out of bed, let alone leave the house. The world outside was beautiful, and the rural scenery was even more refreshing. He hoped that the young master could recover from his illness and go out more often.

"I'm serious and I'm not kidding you. Forgive me for asking someone to check you out. I know your family is a bit..." The well-educated young master couldn't think of any words to describe his extremely bad relatives.

But he still comforted her, "It's okay, just treat the Nan family as your home. If you get bullied, tell me... Uh, Uncle Nan, he will take care of those people for you."

Nanfeng thought about his body. When Ah Huai was bullied, he told him that he could not help much. But being physically weak did not mean he was weak. He still had a way to protect Ah Huai. But he still had to take care of him more.

Meng Junhuai knew that Nanfeng had good intentions. He had already been sent to the Ning family by the Meng family. Even if the Nan family did not want to keep him, where else could he go? He would probably be twisted by Meng's father and sent back to the Ning family before he even stepped into the house.

"Okay, let's get married. I have only one request." Meng Junhuai felt that it might be a bit rude of him to take the initiative to ask for something, but he didn't want to be trapped in the house and waste the rest of his life. He still wanted to find a way out for himself.

"I promise you"

"Hmm? Don't you want to listen first?" Meng Junhuai really didn't expect that this young master was not only simple but also ignorant of worldly affairs.

"As long as Ah Huai wants it, I will satisfy him." Nan Feng's voice was weak but firm enough.

Meng Junhuai was not valued by his family since he was a child, just because his biological father was a boy. When his father had a little money, he abandoned his wife and married a good-looking woman who gave birth to Meng Junlin.

They also deliberately gave him a name similar to his to disgust him and his father. Apart from his father, he has never felt the kindness of others. If they had not withheld his father's life-saving medicine, he would not be so restrained.

I didn't expect that the only kindness besides my father would be felt by this sickly-looking young master. Instantly, warmth flowed into every part of my body.

"Thanks……"

"Ahuai, don't say thank you to me. If you want to say thank you in the future, just say thank you to me. I will be happier. If I am happy, maybe my illness will be cured." Nanfeng coughed a few times and turned his face away shyly.

Meng Junhuai was somewhat bewildered by his bold words, and for the first time in his life, his wheat-colored skin actually had a hint of blush.

Nan Qing observed from the side, smiled and shook his head. The two children were really innocent and shy so easily. "Since Master Meng has agreed, I will ask Madam and Master about the wedding date later. I will let you know when it is decided. During this time, Master Meng will live in the wing room next to Master's house."

This is also good for cultivating feelings. It is rare for the young master to be so proactive. He must create some opportunities to help these two children.

"Sorry to bother you, Steward Nan." Meng Junhuai bowed to Nan Qing.

Nan Qing waved his hand and said, "Well, what's the trouble? Since I'm the young master's future husband, then Master Meng should call me Uncle Nan just like the young master does."

"Then don't call me Master Meng, just call me Ah Huai like a Master." Meng Junhuai couldn't stand being called Master. After all, he was not worthy of the title. He was only called that for the sake of the Master of the Nan Family.

"Uh... I'd better call you Xiao Meng." Nan Qing felt the resentful look in his young master's eyes, and he really didn't dare to call him the same name as the young master, otherwise the young master would get angry again.

Nan Feng bit the soft flesh of his cheek secretly, looked at Meng Junhuai unhappily, and said in a faint tone, "Ahuai, you don't value me."

"Why do you say that?" Meng Junhuai was confused.

Nan Feng puffed up his cheeks imperceptibly, snorted, and shrank back into the quilt, facing the other three people with the back of his head. Just by looking at his back, you could tell that he was angry.

Yes, he knows

Nan Qing knew of his young master's possessiveness, so he whispered a word to Meng Junhuai, who didn't know what to do, and then gave Sisi a wink and left first.

He had to quickly tell the master the good news that the young master had woken up, and the good news that his young master had brought back a husband.

Nanfeng had his back to them and could hear two footsteps leaving the room, but the person behind him didn't move. He couldn't lie still and wanted to see what that person was doing.

Before Nan Feng turned around, he heard Meng Junhuai moving, but his footsteps were getting farther and farther away, and finally he heard the sound of a door closing.

south wind:??

Just leaving like that?!

What if I get even angrier?

Little Stone laughed out loud without giving any face, "Have you let your pretty brother down? Poor little thing doesn't even pay attention to you. It hurts!"

The south wind ejected the small stone into space, and Tuanba Tuanba threw it out of the window. There was a pond outside, and then there was a splashing sound.

Nan Feng took a deep breath and planned to slowly drain his tired energy and think about how to conquer his family.

This body was too easily tired. He felt drowsy as he thought about it. He touched his forehead and felt a little hot. He probably had a fever again.

His throat felt dry and itchy. Nan Feng moved the blanket wrapped like a caterpillar and wanted to reach out to get a cup of water to drink. However, a hand was quicker to lift him up and hold him in its arms, then passed the warm water to his lips.

Nan Feng paused for a moment, feeling the familiar breath, and then he felt at ease. He took a few sips of warm water from the man's hand, and the dry itching was relieved a lot.

He turned his head away and didn't want to drink anymore. After hearing the sound of the cup being placed on the table, he raised his eyes to look into the man's dark brown eyes. "Didn't he leave?"

Meng Junhuai pursed his lips, not knowing how to take care of this delicate young master. "I didn't leave, I just went out to get something."

"What is that?" Nan Feng seemed to be curious and sat up on the edge of the couch.

Meng Junhuai quickly wrapped him in the quilt, even his arms, tightly. "Don't catch a cold. You have a fever and need to sweat."

"Oh—what is it?" Nan Feng looked back and forth at Meng Junhuai with moist eyes.

Meng Junhuai then took out a dragonfly woven from tender grass from behind him and said a little embarrassedly, "Normally, bamboo should be used to weave it, which is stronger and more beautiful, but I'm not familiar with this place, so I had to use some grass. Please don't be disgusted or angry, okay?"

He didn't know how to say anything nice, so he had no choice but to use his own specialty to coax people. Unexpectedly, when he came back, he saw Nan Feng with a red face and he seemed to be in a very uncomfortable state.

I lowered my head with some guilt and said, "I'm sorry, if I did something wrong, please tell me and I will definitely change."

"It's not your fault. I like this dragonfly very much. I am also wrong. I should have told you that I shouldn't let you guess." Nanfeng stretched out his hand from the quilt, took the dragonfly, and held it in his palm to admire it.

Meng Junhuai didn't expect the young master to be so easy to talk to. "Are you not angry anymore?"

Nan Feng raised his chin like a noble kitten and said, "Of course I'm angry. From now on, Ah Huai can only be my exclusive name. No one else can call me that."

Meng Junhuai smiled silently at his domineering attitude. He was really a spoiled and temperamental young master.

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