you are a star

It was raining continuously, and a layer of dark clouds hung over the city of Yanjing, as if it would sink down at any moment and press down on the century-old city.

On the other side of the moat, along the bridge, there was already a long motorcade lined up, a row of black cars with white cloth strips wrapped around their rearview mirrors, all of them came to mourn the funeral.

On this day, everyone in Yanjing City knew that Mr. Liang, who had been ill and stupid for a long time in the Liang mansion, passed away late last night.

The obituary was published in the newspaper by the third young master of the Liang family himself, and there were whispers in the streets and alleys. Hearing that Mr. Liang died of illness and had been a fool for many years, he was relieved.

In the evening, a black car parked outside the police station.

A man in a pure black suit got out of the car and walked in with his head down and an umbrella.

There were already people waiting in the hall, and they were led into an office, and further inside was an area surrounded by iron railings. In the deepest part, a woman was curled up in a corner, as stiff as a dead person.

Everyone in the police station knew that he was arrested by the Liang mansion. In the early morning, Mr. Liang's personal bodyguards brought him here and locked him up here.

Strangely, this woman was unusually quiet from beginning to end, neither struggling nor making noise.

Fan Qi took a look in and frowned. Thinking of what happened last night, she was still terrified, shocking is not enough to describe it.

"Excuse me." He turned to the young detective and said.

The detective said it was okay, and took the key to open the iron door.

The woman was imprisoned for no apparent reason, and they also had a headache. The Liang family didn't give an excuse, it was just because Mr. Liang was angry, no one knew what happened.

Fan Qi was tall and tall, bent his neck and got in, walked to the corner, and squatted down.

"Jonan."

Qiao Nan bent her legs, as if she didn't hear his voice, but he knew that her hearing had recovered, her forehead rested on her knees, motionless, her profile was pale and bloodless.

Fan Qi frowned, and just as he was about to reach out, Qiao Nan raised his head slowly, and he saw that pair of beautiful water eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

Thinking of last night, she hysterically told Third Young Master that she didn't kill Mr. Liang, she explained like crazy, her eyes were redder than now, almost dripping blood, mixed with tears, chilling people's heart.

But everyone saw it with their own eyes, she was insane and killed Mr. Liang.

"Did he believe me?" Her voice was hoarse and her face was extremely pale.

Fan Qi was silent, he didn't know how to answer her, so he could only be silent.

Qiao Nan's pale lips stroked, and he didn't ask any more questions, the answer was already very clear.

Liang Feicheng didn't believe her.

He still doesn't believe her.

Under the lobby porch of the police station, Fan Qi opened his big black umbrella. He stood on the right side of Qiao Nan and said, "Qiao Nan, the person you killed is too important to the third young master."

The people around him didn't respond, he glanced sideways, Qiao Nan still kept his head down, her hearing recovered, she must have heard it.

He stopped talking, took the man to the car with an umbrella, and opened the door.

Qiao Nan stood in the wind and rain, her thin body seemed to be blown away by the wind at any moment, her fingers pressed against the car door, her knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of her hands were stretched.

For a moment, those crazy intertwined emotions were suppressed in her heart.

The car slowly drove out of the police station and drove along the moat towards the bridge.

Qiao Nan took a look at the convoy starting from the bridgehead. When the wind blew, the white cloth strips wrapped around the rearview mirror were extremely dazzling.

These cars had to wait, while Fan Qi drove directly along the center of the bridge, and the license plate of the Liang mansion was unimpeded.

The car parked in the courtyard of the Liang mansion.

The mourning hall was set up in the side hall of the main building. Passing through the side door of the garden, the rose flowers in full bloom along the way were knocked down by the rain and fell scattered to the ground. Qiao Nan stepped on those flowers, facing a black and white photo of Liang Muxing.

She looked at him, and he was looking at her. In the photo, he was smiling, as if calling her: Nan Nan

The silence along the way suddenly broke out in an instant!
She trembled uncontrollably, gritted her silver teeth, and rushed over to push down the wreath by the door! "You framed me, Liang Muxing, you framed me!"

Fan Qi didn't have time to stop her, so she rushed over to hold her hand, but she smashed things like crazy, and the sudden burst of strength made the men unable to control it!

Suddenly, Qiao Nan's neck was grabbed by a cold and strong hand!
"Qiao Nan, what are you doing?" The man's icy voice was wrapped in wind and rain, pouring into her left ear.

She stared at him blankly, her brows furrowed, tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall, and took a deep breath, but Liang Feicheng's fingers were pinched too tightly, and her throat could only let out painful whimpers.

She didn't say a word. She did everything she should say and explain last night, but he didn't believe her.

"I asked what you were doing!" His voice dropped a level, his dark brown pupils were gloomy and cold.

Qiao Nan's eyes were stubborn and red, his voice was hoarse, and his lips trembled: "I didn't kill him, he framed me, I didn't kill him!"

A soft and cold smile overflowed from Liang Feicheng's chest. The corners of his eyes were red, and it seemed that the coldness in his eyes could erode people's bone marrow. "How do you explain what I saw with my own eyes? Qiao Nan, what I saw with my own eyes See."

The last five words sound soft and slow, as if he was speaking to himself.

He suddenly let go of his fingers and pushed her directly into the mourning hall!

Qiao Nan was thrown to the ground like a rag doll, his palms scratched the floor, excruciatingly painful.

Liang Feicheng looked at her condescendingly. He was wearing a pure black suit, with a circle of black gauze wrapped around his left arm. The black shadow pressed down, and he trampled her under his feet like a king looking down on all living beings.

"Kneel down." He said two words coldly.

She turned around and gritted her teeth! "I didn't kill it, I don't kneel!"

"Don't kneel?" Liang Feicheng's eyes were cold and dark, and Cen Bo's lips said coldly, "If you don't kneel, I will naturally ask someone to kneel for you. Now someone will go to Ancheng immediately to bring your grandma over."

"Liang Feicheng!!" Qiao Nan roared hysterically, his thin and fragile body trembled against the wind, and his heart was riddled with cracks.

As soon as she breathed, she could hear the sound of her heart breaking, and the pain made her almost suffocate.

Finally, under the cold and merciless gaze of the man, she turned around, put her hands on the ground, and slowly knocked her knees on the ground, with a bang, like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the people around her hard .

Liang Feicheng felt a sharp pain in his left chest, but there was no expression on his face, and he looked at him indifferently.

Qiao Nan lowered his head, and the tears in his eyes finally fell, "I kneel...are you satisfied?"

Liang Feicheng looked at the woman's thin shoulders, tightly clenched the fingers hanging by her side, the bones of her hand turned white, and looked away from her with shadows and cold eyes.

The sky soon darkened, and one after another came to pay tribute to the mourners.

Everyone noticed the woman who was kneeling at the side of the mourning hall, with her head down, unable to see her face clearly, as stiff as a stone sculpture.

They all chose to ignore it. This is the Liang mansion, and they dare not look at it.