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

Chapter 337 The Sickly Beauty's Rough Husband 6

The sunlight filtered through the window lattice, falling dappled onto the bed, casting a golden veil over the two people sleeping in each other's arms. One of them rested his head gently on the other's shoulder, their even breathing sounds intertwined, and the whole room was filled with a peaceful and warm atmosphere.

After a long time, Nan Feng slowly opened his eyes, and saw the man's wheat-colored collarbone. His clothes were slightly messy, and one of his hands was on his belt, tightly grasping it.

He raised his head and looked at the sleeping face of the man, and his mood couldn't help but improve a bit. He moved his numb shoulders and aching neck. Not to mention that lying down for so long would indeed cause cervical spondylosis.

Even if his movements were gentle, Meng Junhuai could no longer pretend to sleep. He opened his eyes and said as if he had just woken up, "Good morning, Master Nan."

"Good morning, Ah Huai." Nan Feng couldn't help but frown when he heard his name. "A Huai calling you Young Master Nan is too unfamiliar. Change someone else."

Meng Junhuai was silent. They really weren't that familiar with each other. If you counted them up, they had only known each other for less than ten hours.

But fearing that the young master would get angry again, he had to change his words and tentatively called him "Nannan?"

"Well - okay, let's call it this. From now on, this will be Ah Huai's exclusive name." Nan Feng's nose was blocked and his words were muffled, sounding a little coquettish.

"Is the cold still not healed?" Meng Junhuai didn't care about his own embarrassment and quickly raised his hand to touch Nanfeng's forehead.

"It's still a little hot. I'll find someone to boil some medicine for you." Meng Junhuai got off the bed, put on his shoes and was about to leave when he felt a tightness around his waist.

Looking back, he saw that the other side of his belt was held by Nan Feng in his hand. He couldn't give up the belt. The Nan family didn't look like a small family. It would be a bit bad for the young master if he went out in a disheveled manner.

"Nannan, be good, let me go first." In fact, he didn't know the young master's name except that his surname was Nan.

Nan Feng didn't let go, as if he also remembered something. "My name is Feng, and I'm the only son in the family. You don't have to look for anyone, Sisi will be here soon."

"Well, okay." Meng Junhuai obediently took back the step he had taken, patiently tucked in the quilt covering Nanfeng, and sat down directly beside the bed, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Nan Feng could only take the initiative to explain, "I saw that you were sleeping restlessly on the edge of the bed last night, and it would be bad if you caught a cold, so I asked Uncle Nan to move you up here."

Meng Junhuai breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't fall asleep while watching over the feverish person and climbed onto the bed. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why he would cling to Nanfeng like a lecher when he woke up.

If Nanfeng misunderstood him, the marriage would probably fail. He would definitely be kicked out of the house and end up homeless.

"Then... Nan Nan, what you said last night about being twenty years old... is that true?" Meng Junhuai didn't know why he felt so distressed when he thought about the fact that this simple and innocent young master was short-lived.

Nan Feng struggled against the stuffy quilt for a while, but to no avail. He looked at Meng Junhuai's hand that was pressing down on the quilt. "It's true, but the Imperial Astronomical Observatory said that if I find someone with a compatible horoscope to marry, it will dispel the sickness in my brow."

"Imperial Observatory?" Meng Junhuai had never been to the capital, so he didn't know what the Imperial Observatory was.

"To put it simply, it is fortune-telling," Nanfeng explained patiently.

"Then our horoscopes are compatible?" Meng Junhuai didn't understand when Nanfeng had someone calculate their horoscopes.

Is it because our horoscopes are compatible that I want to marry him?

I don't know why, even if he was used, Meng Junhuai was still not angry, but was glad that he was useful to Nanfeng. If just getting married could make Nanfeng's health better, then why not do it?

Anyway, the person in front of him is of superior quality in terms of both family background and appearance, apart from his body, it is not a loss for him to marry her.

I just hope his secret won't be discovered, otherwise the Nan family might be more difficult to deal with than the Ning family.

"Yes, I asked someone to calculate it, and our fate is destined." Nan Feng said without blushing or beating his heart, but it was clear that he had not asked anyone to calculate it.

What a pity, is it true that it will all be true in the end?

Otherwise, what's the point of keeping a foodie like Little Stone?

Meng Junhuai nodded thoughtfully, "Can I go out for a while?"

"Are you looking for a place to rent?" Nanfeng asked back.

Meng Junhuai looked at Nanfeng doubtfully. Is this man the worm in his stomach? Why does he seem to know everything he is thinking?

"Yes, I want to find something to do," Meng Junhuai admitted honestly. After all, the Meng family had already sent someone to him, so he naturally didn't need to take care of the family's land.

"Do you have any silver?" Nanfeng loosened his belt. He was still feverish and had a slight headache.

Meng Junhuai was silent. He really had nothing. Even if he found a place to rent, he would not have the money to rent it. If he worked for others, his time would not be flexible. He could not take care of Nanfeng all the time.

"Go find Uncle Nan and ask him to take you to see it. Just tell me what you want." Nan Feng rubbed his eyebrows.

"Are you feeling unwell again? I'd better go call Sisi." Meng Junhuai tidied his clothes and was about to leave again.

Nan Feng grabbed his sleeve and shook his head, saying listlessly, "Just hug me."

The voice was so soft that Meng Junhuai couldn't quite hear it. "What?"

Nan Feng pursed his lips, feeling that hugging would be detrimental to the boss's reputation. "It's okay, go ahead."

Meng Junhuai looked at the awkward Nan Feng and shook his head helplessly. He bent down and took the sick beauty into his arms, patting her back gently. "Be good, I'll be back soon."

"Hmm" Nanfeng took a deep breath of the scent of soapberry on Meng Junhuai's body, and his unhappiness was instantly resolved.

After watching Meng Junhuai leave, he curled himself up in the quilt like a little salted fish.

It wasn't until Sisi came that he was rescued. "Master, what are you doing? Don't hold it in. If you don't like Master Meng to go out, you can tell me. I believe Master Meng will understand you."

Nan Fengmen's cheeks flushed slightly. He glanced at Sisi and said lazily, "He has his own ideas and is not a puppet. I am not a manipulator. I promised to give him freedom and respect and I will not break my promise. Do you want me to break my promise?"

Sisi quickly knelt down and said, "Master, please forgive me. I didn't mean it!"

"I know you are doing this for my own good, but don't try to make a move on Ah Huai's affairs in front of me, okay?" Nan Feng's glance made Sisi shiver.

The young master seems to be more imposing than before

"I understand!" Sisi kowtowed and waited for Nanfeng to agree before getting up and asking the maid to bring in the water for washing.

Seeing the maids wringing out the water and about to help him wipe his face, Nanfeng refused and took the handkerchief. Although he was in poor health, he was not disabled and could wash himself.

After finishing his work, he tied his hair loosely behind him and sat up. Meng Junhuai's hug before leaving made him feel better.

Since I can't go out, I'll just do what I like...

"Sisi, go find me some books on land cultivation, planting, and management." Nanfeng coughed lightly a few times to hold back the dryness in his throat. Perhaps reading a book would distract him from coughing.

Sisi didn't ask any more questions and immediately went to find someone to come over. Then she handed everything to Nanfeng and asked, "Master, is this for Master Meng?"

"You are so smart. Prepare more meat for lunch. When Ah Huai comes back, just serve it." Nan Feng opened the book and reminded

"Master, don't you want to eat now? How about some porridge?" Sisi said with some concern.

"I don't want to eat. Let's wait for A Huai to come back." Nan Feng waved his hand to let Sisi be quiet.

"Whose son is this Ah Huai? He's making our Feng'er lose his appetite."

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Woohoo, I've been punished by Fan Ge. Darlings, I may have to revise the previous content before continuing to update. If it can be released, I will continue to update twice a week. If it can't be released, I can only end it hastily. Sorry, darlings~ (╥╯﹏╰╥)?