you are a star

Liang Muxing will never forget that morning.

At that time, the Liang Mansion had a dog, a golden retriever that looked obedient.

Usually the golden retriever is quite obedient, and won't disturb people's dreams early in the morning after the owner's training.

But early in the morning, he kept screaming and was very excited.

Liang Muxing's temperament was a bit manic, he was very depressed after being woken up, got up wrapped in a nightgown, pulled the belt loosely, and opened the curtain with a swipe!

The thin layer of sunlight in the morning is not dazzling.

Just when he was about to open the window to reprimand the damned golden retriever, he was attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of him and couldn't take his eyes off for a long time.

At that time, Qiao Nan was 16 years old. In the early morning of late spring and early summer, she was wearing a white cotton skirt with three-quarter-length sleeves, shuttling among the rose bushes in the garden. The fat golden hair followed her and followed her hand. Waving the hose while jumping with excitement.

Suddenly, the girl's foot tripped over the water pipe, and the big dog rushed over due to inertia, pinning the girl down on the grass, making the girl giggle.

Water splashed on the girl's white cotton skirt, and the wet outline was the girl's soft waist, pressing the newly grown grass on the ground.

That one turned over, white and green, tearing at the man's reason and desire.

He could feel the blood all over his body boiling, his chest was slightly red with his clothes open, and his breath was hot.

He thought of the Lolita in the library.

The girl respected him very much, and she called Uncle Liang again and again, and the darkness suppressed in the depths of her soul completely tore his reason into pieces on that winter night.

He looked into her eyes, they were a pair of translucent and clear water eyes, the most inviolable purity in this world.

She looked at the dial of his watch, and everything was quiet.

Only the rattling sound of the watch.

He slowly watched those pupils become black and deep, and under deep hypnosis, she slowly walked in front of him.

In a dark corner, filled with breathless dirty thoughts, the coat is peeling off, and the girl's exquisite figure is looming under the nightgown.

He lowered his head and sniffed the girl's unique sweet scent, and the girl's warm and slender breath was in his ear.

"My good girl, do you like uncle? Do you like it?" His palm stroked her cheek, guiding her step by step.

The girl looked at him with dark and deep eyes, and her bright red lips slightly raised. The shyness and sweetness of that look made people's hearts flutter.

She opened her mouth slowly, her red lips alluring, "I like you... Liang Feicheng."

The palm touching the girl's cheek was slightly hot and stiff, and the word Liang Feicheng was like a steel nail being driven into the man's heart by her.

The scalding blood froze and turned cold at that moment, he was at a loss for a moment, his face turned pale.

He thought of those deep and silent dark brown eyes when he looked at him.

In a panic, he picked up the coat that had slipped from the ground and helped the girl put it on with his own hands.

Like a thief who stole something, he didn't dare to look at the girl's pure eyes, and fled in a hurry.

When he ran to the living room on the first floor, the firelight from the fireplace shone on his pale face, and he saw that some books beside the fireplace had been flipped.

The "Lolita" that he deliberately sandwiched in the middle was placed on top.

Liang Feicheng leaned against the uninhabited pillar, his brows were cold, and the gloomy and deep look in his eyes made him seem to have been glimpsed into the darkest and most shameful filth in the depths of his heart.

Although it was just a coincidence, Liang Feicheng may not have discovered his dirty behavior-trying to hypnotize a delicate girl.

But he still didn't dare to look into Liang Feicheng's eyes, and then looked back at the "Lolita" on the table, as if his heart had been burned.

……

In a dark secret passage.

Looking at the undisguised desire in the eyes of the middle-aged man, Qiao Nan felt numb, and a series of pictures played back in her mind like a movie, frame by frame.

He smiled foolishly and called her Nannan, hugging her waist tightly, the story of an old man falling in love with a little girl's Lolita...

The discomfort caused a strong physiological reaction, and she suddenly turned over, lying on the ground and retching.

Liang Muxing narrowed his eyes, his black eyes were deep and cold, he grabbed the girl up, forced him into his arms, and pinched her chin, "Is it disgusting?"

Qiao Nan suppressed his nausea and didn't want to answer this question.

The man in front of her, Uncle Liang, whom she has always respected!
"How do you think the old man knows what happened in Yanjing City? Feicheng has blocked the news too tightly. Only I can pass the news to the old man quietly. My old father was brought back by me."

"Nannan, you like Feicheng, I won't let you do so."

"Don't call me Nannan!" Qiao Nan tried to resist with red eyes, but she couldn't draw any more strength.

Let Liang Muxing's rough fingers climb up her cheeks.

Like countless ants crawling past, Qiao Nan's heart trembled uncontrollably, the strong nausea aroused her physical resistance, the corners of his eyes were red with faint tears.

"I have always respected you as my uncle and treated you like my father. How could you be so dirty!"

Liang Muxing smiled, and suddenly coughed violently. He turned his head and coughed up more blood than before, dark red in large swaths.

He coughed, wiped off the sticky blood at the corner of his mouth, and looked back at her, "I also feel dirty, but when I see you, I can't control myself, Nannan, do you know why?"

"I don't want to know." She didn't look at his parted lips, it was so disgusting that it made her sick.

But Liang Muxing pinched her chin forcibly, forced her to look at his parted lips, and said, "Because I realized later that you look too much like her."

Qiao Nan's pupils tightened, she?

"In my whole life, the person I am most sorry for is her. I let her go, but I have been looking for someone like her all my life."

"I have met countless women and committed crimes because of them. I thought Qiao Qingru was the one who resembled her the most, but it wasn't until you grew up that I realized that you looked exactly like her."

Qiao Nan could vaguely see that Liang Muxing was talking about someone he loved, and someone he couldn't love.

"But I am not her after all, and two similar faces are not the same person."

Liang Muxing smiled, and that smile was mixed with bitterness and sarcasm, "Yes, you are not her after all."

"But Nannan, you are so much like her that I have to doubt something, but my body collapsed before I could do anything. I have been poisoned by that bitch Qiao Qingru for many years, and my body can't hold on anymore."

Qiao Nan didn't fully understand this sentence, only saw what he said to be suspicious, Qiao Qingru, poisoning.

But she didn't have time to ask, because Liang Muxing suddenly leaned forward and spit out a mouthful of dark red blood.

Her heartbeat constricted for a moment.

Liang Muxing leaned against the wall in a collapsed state, looked sideways into her eyes, smiled, and said, "I didn't lie to you this time, Nannan, I'm really about to die."

"Before I die, the last part of my plan is about to be completed. You have been asking me what I am going to do, so I can tell you now. Nannan, after tonight, Feicheng will not forgive you. Liang Feicheng will never forgive you in his life. Will forgive you!"