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As soon as he heard Liang Muxing lose his temper, Mr. Liang didn't even bother to eat, and got up tremblingly. Su Yi and Feng Butler hurried forward to support him.

At the door of Liang Muxing's room, Mr. Liang walked in first with a cane. When Su Yi wanted to follow in, she was stopped by the housekeeper.

"Miss Su, it's better not to go in, Mr. Liang will be very manic when he sees strangers."

Su Yi thought that her mother was like this too.

She took a step back and nodded, "OK."

In the room with three entrances and three exits, she couldn't see the inside even if she stood at the door, so she turned and went back to the living room.

Liang Muxing dropped the bowl, his whole face flushed with mania.

He also wanted to hit himself with the dinner plate, but when Mr. Liang saw this, he yelled, "Stop!"

Mr. Liang's footsteps were trembling and he almost fell. He grabbed the dinner plate from his hand and threw it to the ground!

"Do you want to smash yourself to death!" The hand holding the cane couldn't stop shaking, and the veins on the back of the old hand were obviously trembling.

Liang Muxing raised his head and stared at the old man standing in front of him with red eyes.

He was panting heavily, his chin covered with saliva, and he shouted hoarsely: "I want Nan Nan, Nan Nan!"

"Mr. Liang only asked Qiao Nan to feed him, and now even I can't do it." Feng Butler said with a very headache.

The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, and stroked Liang Muxing's short hair a few times. He was a 50-year-old man, with a lot of gray hair caught in his black hair.

But no matter what, they are just his children.

The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, his eyes became redder than before, and he said hoarsely and heavily: "Go get another bowl of porridge, and I'll feed him."

The servant went out, and Mr. Liang took out a handkerchief from the pocket of his Tang suit. It was a white silk handkerchief with a beautiful Chinese character Liang tattooed on the corner in Su embroidery.

He touched the chair and sat down, wiping the drool off Liang Muxing's chin bit by bit.

79-year-old man, 50-year-old son.

Regardless of other things, everyone around seeing this scene, whether it was Butler Feng or the servants, all had red eyes and lowered their heads.

Liang Muxing really calmed down. After the old man fed him porridge, he was helped out by the housekeeper.

The moment the door closed, the ancient old man pressed his hands on the faucet of the crutch, and cried out choked up...

……

Nanyuan.

After Dr. Cheng gave Qiao Nan acupuncture, Dr. Cheng asked her how she was doing.

Even though Qiao Nan couldn't hear it, she could think of what he said in this situation.

She replied, "My ears are hot, but I still can't hear anything."

Doctor Cheng put away the silver needle, turned around and wrote on the paper: Don't worry, take your time, the most important thing for you now is to calm your mind.

"Thank you Doctor Cheng, I will, and it's quiet like this, not bad." Qiao Nan smiled indifferently.

It's just that his face is too pale, and it always makes people feel distressed when he smiles.

Doctor Cheng sighed, turned and went out.

At the door, there were two tall and long-legged men.

The sound of the door opening from the inside was very low, even so, Liang Feicheng was keenly aware that Doctor Cheng had already walked over with his long legs before he came out.

Li Dongbai's reaction was half a beat slow and he followed.

"Doctor Cheng, how are you?" Li Dongbai asked.

Doctor Cheng glanced at Liang Feicheng. Although the man didn't speak, the gloom emanating from him was so obvious that people had to look at him first.

"It's just the first injection today, try a few more times, if it doesn't work, there's nothing I can do about it."

Dr. Cheng is a master of traditional Chinese medicine, if even he is helpless...

Li Dongbai's heart was heavy, and he glanced at Liang Feicheng, who always had a deep and icy frost on his brows.

"Then Dr. Lao Cheng will give her a course of treatment first."

"That's the only way to go first." Dr. Cheng said, and prescribed another medicine to replenish Qiao Nan's body.

Liang Feicheng turned sideways and said, "Xiao Jiu, it's a good luck to send Doctor Cheng back."

After Dr. Cheng went downstairs, Liang Feicheng stood at the half-open door for about half a minute, and his eyes fell on the woman who was sitting on the bedside, looking down at the magazines that had been left there before.

He held the doorknob, closed the door, turned and walked to the end of the corridor, and pushed open the balcony door.

He held the flame with one hand and smoked a cigarette. Li Dongbai didn't dare to persuade him not to smoke. At this moment, he wanted to have one.

So, he took out the cigarette case from Liang Feicheng's pocket and lit one for himself.

The two men stood side by side without saying a word, smoking a cigarette, which was a kind of silent companionship.

The car that sent Doctor Cheng out of the garden.

Li Dongbai said slowly: "How long does the old man plan to come back?"

"Probably wait until my marriage is settled." Liang Feicheng said without any ups and downs.

Li Dongbai paused with his cigarette in his hand, "Yesterday he spread the news about Su Yi taking Su Yi to the Liang Mansion, why, he wants to poke you and Su Yi?"

"Is it so obvious?" Liang Feicheng sneered mockingly from his throat.

……

Qiao Nan lived in Nanyuan, but fortunately, the person who took care of her was the former housekeeper.

I still remember that before Liang Feicheng left that day, she didn't know why she suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said, "Can I invite that aunt from before?"

Liang Feicheng looked cold and left without saying a word.

However, less than 10 minutes after he left, the housekeeping aunt arrived, and she knew that he had made arrangements early in the morning.

And after that day, Liang Feicheng didn't come here once, during which Xiao Jiu came over twice, the second day to give her review books, and the third day to bring her a computer.

"I'm afraid you'll be bored, so go online to pass the time, just open it and use it."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Jiu saw that Qiao Nan didn't look up at him, and then realized that she couldn't hear him.

So he wrote down the words just now on the paper and handed it to Qiao Nan.

Qiao Nan looked up and smiled slightly: "Thank you, I like it very much."

The LOGO on the computer...

It belongs to Liang Feicheng Company.

She has seen the price of this model of computer on the Internet, starting from six figures.

As for the one in her hand, after Xiao Jiu left, she checked it again, and it was a top match.

Avoiding the housekeeping aunt, she locked herself in the room, checked the computer inside and out, and found that there was nothing suspicious, so she used it with confidence.

In the evening, the housekeeping aunt made glutinous rice balls, she was taken aback for a moment, and then saw the aunt wrote on the paper: Today is the Lantern Festival.

She glanced at the date on her phone.

Sure enough, it was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The apex of her heart was touched by the four characters of the fifteenth of the first month, and a burst of pain wrapped around her heart was transmitted to her limbs along the beating blood. Her hand holding the spoon trembled.

Today is also Liang Feicheng's birthday.

Liang Feicheng doesn't like sweets. She used to have no money and couldn't give decent gifts, so she wrapped him with not-so-sweet glutinous rice balls on his birthday.

He didn't go to British school until almost after his birthday, and it was rare for him to get together with his friends, so he didn't return to Liang Mansion until very late on his birthday.

She stayed there until he came back.

It happened at two o'clock, it happened at one o'clock, and it happened at twelve o'clock.

Later, when he returned to China, she also waited, and when he came back, she served a bowl of hot glutinous rice balls.

The housekeeping aunt's hand shook in front of her eyes, and she realized that she was crying, and hurriedly reached out to wipe it.

Looking at Aunt Shang's worried and questioning eyes.

She lowered her head and said muffledly, "I'm most afraid of pain when my tongue is burned."