you are a star

Qiao Nan didn't bring an umbrella when he went out, and ran all the way back, drenched in the rain, his body was cold and stiff at the moment.

Seeing Mr. Liang again, she even stopped breathing for a moment.

Haven't seen each other for over three years.

In the past, Mr. Liang didn't live in the main building. He thought it was noisy, but he lived in a separate courtyard on the west side of the Liang mansion, trying to be quiet.

Qiao Nan seldom saw him, only occasionally met him in the yard, or saw him a few times during family dinners.

When she first came to Liang Mansion, she saw him for the first time. She was shy and timid, and didn't know what to call him. Thinking of the grandfather of the neighbor's family in Ancheng, who was also at the same age, she called him Grandpa.

At that time, Mr. Liang was carrying a birdcage in the garden, teasing his favorite canary.

Wen Yan just glanced at her indifferently, and then said jokingly to his canary: "It's better to be a good bird and know what the rules are."

She was young at that time, but her mind was precocious, and she could understand that way.

After that, she changed her tune and called him old man like most people.

That's how it was called until four years ago and nearly five years ago, Mr. Liang went to England to recuperate.

After Liang Muxing's accident, he came back, that time...

She thought she was doomed.

It was easy for the Liang family to kill her quietly, but there was nothing, and within a few days, he went to England again.

But now he told her to kneel down?

And what crime?
"I don't kneel." She clenched her fists, pinching the tender flesh of her palm with her fingertips, her body trembling slightly.

Mr. Liang's thumb wearing a jade wrench lightly slid across the faucet of the crutch——

"I'm so used to it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Nan only saw a black shadow flashing in front of her eyes, and she had no time to react. Her knee pained, as if someone had knocked on a certain acupuncture point, and her legs went limp.

Kneel down with a plop!
The kneecap was crushed on the marble, and the bodyguard who kicked her put a hand on her shoulder.

The force was so great that it seemed as if she could hear the sound of her shoulder bones breaking.

Her face turned pale from the pain, and a layer of cold sweat oozes from her back.

Unable to move.

Mr. Liang looked at her calmly with slightly lighter eyes, but those eyes could almost penetrate people's hearts, the sharper they were, the more calm they were.

"It seems that he has been too conniving to you these years. A person who has redeemed his sins dares to go to the front door openly. Today I will let you know what the rules are."

At this moment, the bodyguard at the side of the lobby walked up to Mr. Liang and whispered, "Master, Third Young Master is back."

"Hmph." The old man slammed his cane on the ground and snorted coldly.

He glanced at Qiao Nan who was being held down and kneeling on the ground, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Go back."

The bodyguard let go, grabbed her arm and lifted her from the ground. She was pale with pain, and was dragged to the utility room behind the screen by her arm.

When passing by the sofa, Mr. Liang's light voice wafted into her ears.

"Shut up what you shouldn't say."

Qiao Nan's eyes turned black for a while, and her body was faintly hot. Mr. Liang's bodyguards carried her to the door of the utility room like a chicken. The door opened, and she was thrown in. Behind her was the sound of the door closing.

The black Bentley drove into the Liang mansion quickly, the wheels ran over, and the rain splashed.

As soon as Xiao Jiu got out of the car and opened the big black umbrella, the man had already opened the car door. Thinking he was in the way, he pushed him away and strode towards the main building. Xiao Jiu followed closely behind, almost unable to catch up.

Liang Feicheng strode down to the porch, raised his cold eyes, and saw the person sitting on the sofa, his eyes cast an unfathomable shadow.

"Why did you come back?"

There is no joy of reunion of father and son after a long absence, and no greetings of greetings.

It's just a very light opening sentence, so light that it looks like a stranger.

Straight to the point, decisive and emotionless.

Mr. Liang snorted coldly, leaned on the dragon head crutches, and yelled angrily: "I won't come back again, next time I will probably hear the news that you played with your life!"

Mr. Liang got angry, and all the servants and bodyguards in and out of the living room lowered their heads for a moment.

The relationship between the father and son has always been delicate.

The servants who have been here for many years dare not even discuss it in private.

Just by chance, the new servant heard from the old servant that Liang Muxing's mother died young, and that Mr. Liang married another wife when he was approaching 50 years old, and Liang Feicheng was born later.

It stands to reason that Liang Feicheng is the old son of Mr. Liang, and he is loved like a treasure in the rich and powerful family, but Mr. Liang doesn't like Liang Feicheng very much.

So much so that Liang Feicheng followed Liang Muxing since he was a child, and Liang Muxing was brought up as both an elder brother and a father.

Liang Feicheng's jaw line slightly retracted, recalling what Mr. Liang said. Those news were blocked, and it was impossible for him to know in England.

With a cold glance, he looked at Butler Feng who was standing beside Mr. Liang.

The butler's face changed, and he shook his head in panic, "Third young master, I didn't tell the old man anything."

Mr. Liang's face darkened, "You think your wings are hardened, and you can cover the sky with one hand in Yanjing City, don't you?"

"But you still know the same thing?" Liang Feicheng said mockingly.

"Before you did those ridiculous things, did you think about the Liang family before you died? Where do you put me, where do you put your elder brother, and where do you put the Liang family!"

Mr. Liang's continuous questioning made Liang Feicheng's eyes darker, and his fingers hanging by his side curled up into fists.

"I have my measure."

Mr. Liang was panting heavily, and Steward Feng hurriedly helped him out. Liang Feicheng subconsciously moved forward for a moment, then stopped again.

Only Mr. Liang sneered: "Property? How did the doctor tell you that you have a post-traumatic stress reaction and told you not to drive. Is this what you call propriety?"

In front of the servants, Mr. Liang didn't want to scold him too much, and his tone became calmer, "You are not in the company at this time, did you come here specially to quarrel with me? I don't want to tell you these things now."

Liang Feicheng sneered, a bottomless cloud surged in the depths of his eyes, "So, what is your purpose for coming back?"

"You are 28 years old during the Chinese New Year, and other people's children can run away. I should also arrange a marriage for you. I asked Lao Feng to pay attention to some unmarried ladies from aristocratic families. I will help you choose later, and I will marry you earlier. .”

Liang Feicheng was silent for a moment when he heard the words, then lowered his eyes and sneered, "He died early in the morning, are you telling me about an arranged marriage?"

"I gave you enough time to choose freely, but what did you do? Until now, there is no woman around. Since you find it troublesome, I will make the decision for you." Mr. Liang brushed his fingers over the tap of the cane.

The members of the Liang family are thin, so it should be sooner rather than later.

Liang Feicheng's eyes were cold, and his voice could not be questioned: "Impossible."

"I, Liang Feicheng's wife, can only be chosen by myself."