you are a star

When Liang Feicheng went downstairs, he heard the sound of children talking in the yard.

There are no children in the Liang mansion.

He frowned, perhaps he had misheard.

The butler stood at the bottom of the stairs and said respectfully, "Third Young Master, breakfast has been arranged."

"Hmm." He responded lightly.

Ready to walk towards the restaurant, out of the corner of the eye, a small black head pokes in from the side door leading to the garden, and glances at it.

It was a little boy with a tiger head and a tiger brain. He looked less than two years old. He walked unsteadily and wobbled. He looked at him with big black eyes.

The housekeeper raised his voice and asked, "Whose child is this, why did it come to the Liang mansion?"

The cook in the back kitchen trotted out when she heard the sound, and she was startled when she saw the battle, "Baby, why did you come here!"

She squatted on the ground and hugged the child in her arms.

Looking back at Liang Feicheng, who was frowning, he said tremblingly, "Sir, I'm sorry, this is my grandson. My son and daughter-in-law are not at home due to something, so ask me to take care of him for a day. Don't worry, I won't let him run around again." .”

After speaking, she was about to take the child away.

Unexpectedly, the child was lying on her shoulder, laughing at Liang Feicheng.

"Ba...ba." A childish voice suddenly spread in the quiet living room.

The cook was so frightened that she almost flew out of her wits, she hurriedly covered the child's mouth, turned her head and said bravely, "This child speaks late, and when he sees a man, he calls Dad, Third Young Master..."

"It's okay." Liang Feicheng's slightly frowned brows relaxed.

He walked towards the cook, the man was dignified and elegant, the well-tailored suit made him slender and straight, the morning sunlight came in through the side window lattice, casting a soft light on his body.

He looked down at the child whose mouth was covered by the cook, only a pair of big black eyes were exposed on his soft face, which looked a little funny.

The corner of Liang Feicheng's mouth seemed to be curved, "If you cover him like this, he will feel uncomfortable."

Then, under everyone's surprised eyes, he hugged the tiger-headed child in his arms.

The posture may not be correct, but he held it firmly, and the child didn't make trouble, he said coldly: "Go and do your work, it's not safe for children to go to places like the back kitchen."

With that said, he walked towards the restaurant with the child in his arms.

With her heart hanging in her throat, the cook asked the housekeeper cautiously: "Young Master San, are you really not angry?"

The butler shook his head and said in a secretive way: "Third Young Master likes children."

When Fan Qi and Xiao Jiu went to wait outside the restaurant, they were also frightened for a moment when they saw this scene.

Liang Feicheng was sitting at the dining table with a half-year-old child sitting on his lap. He carefully wiped the child's hands with a wet tissue, and then handed the child a small piece of fluffy cake.

The child sat for a while and thought about playing. Liang Feicheng wiped the cake crumbs off his hands with a napkin, and then put him on the ground.

The little boy walked unsteadily and wobbled.

Qiao Nan walked in from the corner, but the child touched her knee, sat down on the ground, and cried out loudly.

Qiao Nan froze for a moment, and the reflex arc took about three seconds before he realized it and stretched out his hand.

Liang Feicheng dropped the napkin and strode over. The moment she stretched out her hand, she bent down to pick up the child, with a very bad expression on her face.

"Did you not see the child?"

The cook ran out when she heard the sound, seeing Liang Feicheng's gloomy face and seeing Qiao Nan's bewildered face, she almost knew something, but it was hard to say anything in front of Liang Feicheng.

"It's okay, it's okay, the third young master, it's okay if the child doesn't hurt from falling."

Liang Feicheng handed the child to her, "You are allowed to take a day off."

The cook thanked her and left with the child in her arms.

Qiao Nan bit the tender flesh on the inside of his lips, and looked at the child with serious eyes.

Just now she woke up in Liang Feicheng's bed, knowing that she had overslept, she hurried down to the restaurant to see if Liang Muxing's nutritious porridge was ready, but she didn't expect there would be a child here.

In fact, there was a moment of guilt in her heart, but she was used to hiding herself.

She glanced at the table without Liang Muxing's nutritious porridge, and turned around to go to Liang Muxing's room.

But Liang Feicheng grabbed his wrist.

The man's fingertips were slightly cold. It had been a few days since he knew she had miscarried, but there was always a shadow over his heart, and today's timing was just right.

The cold voice was mixed with imperceptible deepness: "When the child was lost, did you regret or feel sad for a second?"

Qiao Nan's heart almost stopped beating suddenly.

It turned out that ten thousand arrows piercing the heart were just a few words from him.

She had a sore nose, clenched her teeth, suppressed the trembling from the pain deep in her body, lowered her head and said, "I don't regret it."

In her memory was the crowded bus station, she was dizzy and fell down the stairs, with severe abdominal cramps and warm currents.

When she understood what that meant, her face was shocked and pale like never before.

She felt the loss of life almost crazily, and was sent to the operating table. The cold instruments completely shattered her hope, and she was about to die on the operating table.

Now he asked her if she regretted it for a second.

She regretted her carelessness, but never regretted what she did...

Liang Feicheng's eye sockets seemed to turn red under the sunlight for a moment, and he sneered: "It really is careless."

He strode out of the restaurant and said sharply: "Fan Qi, you drive today!"

Fan Qi and Xiao Jiu hurriedly followed.

Qiao Nan leaned against the cold wall, his face pale.

The feeling of waking up in Liang Feicheng's bed just now was very clear, which was different from the past after Liang Feicheng wanted to pass her.

He didn't explode in her body last night.

He wouldn't even give her a chance to get pregnant.

Even, it was difficult for her to conceive successfully.

He loathed her, hated her running away and losing the child.

but--

Even if that didn't happen, how could he keep that child?

She lowered her head with a pale and bitter smile, blinked her eyes heavily, and hid the swirling tears back, leaving only red eye sockets.

After the lunch break, the butler walked to the living room and glanced at the big clock standing by the wall. It was three o'clock in the afternoon.

It should be daylight in England by now.

He walked to the landline, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. After a while, a slightly hoarse middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end: "Calling so early?"

"Is the old man awake?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, followed by an old voice: "Old Feng, is there something wrong at home?"

"Reporting to the old man, nothing happened."

He told the story of Liang Feicheng hugging the cook's grandson this morning.

Mr. Liang's voice came slowly: "It's time to add popularity to the Liang mansion."

"I think so too. After all, the young master will be 28 after the new year. This is a good time."

"Well," after a long voice, "it's time to arrange a marriage for him. You should pay more attention to the unmarried girls of the aristocratic family and see a few more. I'll make a decision when I come back."

Steward Feng was taken aback, "You want to come back?"

Mr. Liang's calm and prestige voice immediately suppressed: "If I don't go back again, he will risk his life for that girl. Old Feng, do you think I don't know about some things if I don't tell them?"