you are a star

In fact, if you count carefully, Yu Wenzhou is not the first, because there is another person who has done such a thing to her.

Her ears were pierced in the summer after the high school entrance examination. Many girls in the class had their ears pierced. She was the only one who didn't get pierced because she was afraid of pain.

When flipping through magazines, she always sees models and stars wearing beautiful earrings of different styles, and she is eager to move too. She also has a love for beauty.

I finally made up my mind that day and got my ears pierced. It didn't hurt as I imagined, but after returning to the Liang mansion, the earlobes were still red, and her skin was particularly pale.

She ran upstairs in a hurry to go back to her room to hide, but just as she reached the third floor, the door of the master bedroom on the third floor opened.

It was the weekend, and Liang Feicheng was at home, wearing a white cotton T-shirt and black slacks, standing by the door. He was only in his early twenties at the time, no different from a college student.

Except for the majesty that has just begun to take shape between the eyebrows and eyes.

It's just that when he saw her, the coldness that was not easy to get close to her faded a lot.

She was like a frightened little rabbit, her eyes widened immediately, and she took a step back until Liang Feicheng's deep eyes slid towards her ears, then she reacted slowly, and raised her hands to cover her ears.

"You, are you home?" She stammered, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Yeah." Liang Feicheng replied without emotion, holding a water glass and looking like he was going downstairs to pour water.

She moved away stiffly and stood aside, trying to make way for him, even though the corridor on the third floor was spacious.

But when Liang Feicheng came to her side, he suddenly stopped and grabbed her wrist with his fingers.

His fingertips were dry and slightly cool, like spring water in summer, which immediately extinguished the heat she had just returned from outside.

Her heart was shaking violently, as if it was going to come out of her chest, pounding, afraid that he would hear something, she was about to break free when she heard his slightly cold voice say: "Young age."

He has always cherished words like gold, and she could hear him saying that she also imitated others' ear piercing at a young age.

"Is there something wrong with Amy?" She muttered softly, and she didn't know if he heard it, so he pulled her wrist to sit down on the sofa in the main hall downstairs, and ordered the servant to find medicine to reduce the swelling.

She forgot how she felt when the ointment was applied to her earlobe that day. She only remembered that Liang Feicheng tilted his head, and she could see his deep jawline from the corner of her eye. Kissing is especially sexy on men with deep and defined jawlines.

"It hurts?" His low and deep voice poured directly into her ears, directly and crisply, piercing her nerves.

She didn't dare to speak, and her body was as stiff as a sculpture. Later, she heard him ask, "Why did you suddenly get your ears pierced?"

She kept her mind on standby, and after a while she said, "Because I want to wear beautiful earrings."

She didn't know if it was her auditory hallucinations, or her memory had been confused for so many years, but she remembered that Liang Feicheng smiled deep in her ear, and caressed her earlobe with his dry fingertips.

As if an electric current passed through her numb heart, she stared blankly at Liang Feicheng on that summer afternoon.

His eyes were heavy, and his dark brown pupils were like two beautiful ambers. He said, "You are suitable for wearing pearls."

After putting on the other pearl earring, Yu Wenzhou didn't move away immediately, and stroked her earlobe from the pearl with his fingers. The small, white and tender earlobe and the moist and lustrous white pearl complement each other perfectly.

He chuckled, very satisfied: "Sure enough."

It was as beautiful as he had imagined, if not more beautiful.

Qiao Nan, who was caught in the memories, hadn't realized it when he was suddenly kissed by Yu Wenzhou on the cheek.

Her whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, and she was suddenly withdrawn from her memories, and then looked at Yu Wenzhou's deep, peachy eyes that were more attractive than before.

A certain nerve in her brain jumped, she suddenly pushed Yu Wenzhou away, got up, and strode out of the box.

Seeing her coming out alone, Assistant Zou and the bodyguards outside the door subconsciously stopped her, fearing that she would run away, but Qiao Nan glanced over coldly, "Get out of the way."

Assistant Zou was stunned by her coldness for a moment, before he put his hand down, he looked over Qiao Nan's shoulder at Yu Wenzhou who was chasing him out.

He and the bodyguard let go at the same time, and Qiao Nan stepped out directly, so fast that Yu Wenzhou needed to speed up to catch up with her.

He clasped her wrist, "Are you angry?"

Pulling her into his arms, she struggled, but he didn't let go, stalemate, he saw her red eyes, depressed for a moment, the other hand clenched, and the knuckles rubbed against each other to make a rattling sound.

He can't help it until he's obsessed with ghosts.

About a minute later, Qiao Nan turned his gaze to the other side and asked, "Can I go?"

Yu Wenzhou glanced at her eyes, it was no longer red, it was no different from usual, this woman was so fickle that he couldn't get used to it.

"Just now I just..."

Qiao Nan broke away from his hand, "If you dare to mention another word, I will pour salt into your wound."

As soon as the wound on Yu Wenzhou's chest hurt, he saw Qiao Nan walking in front, towards the gate of the opera house.

His thumb brushed against his lower lip, his eyes glanced at the pearl she forgot to take off, and he smiled coquettishly.

He knew that the Nanbao he liked was not a coy woman who would die if she kissed her.

……

Liang Mansion, the master bedroom on the third floor.

In the quiet bedroom, Liang Feicheng sat leaning against the head of the bed, with a needle stuck in the back of his right hand, the infusion tube winding up along the needle, and the infusion bottle hanging on the hanger was less than a third of the medicine left.

The fingers of the left hand tapped on the keyboard of the laptop, and there was a small crackling sound.

Suddenly, an instant news popped up in the lower right corner of the screen.

The headline of the news is simple and crude: [Yu Wenzhou is in love! 】

Normally, Liang Feicheng would just ignore it, but at this moment, his slightly pale thin lips pursed, the cursor moved to the news, and his middle finger clicked.

Immediately, a complete piece of news was loaded on the webpage.

He didn't glance at the text, and his eyes instantly caught the illustration in the middle.

It was a photo, and he could tell at a glance that it was a box in the opera house. It should have been taken secretly, but the angle was well defined.

Yu Wenzhou, who was dressed in white, approached the woman beside him. Even if the woman was sitting, she could be seen to be slender and tall. Just a side profile was very attractive.

In the picture, Yu Wenzhou is brushing back her long hair, holding something in her hand.

After the picture was enlarged, the pearl earrings in Yu Wenzhou's hand seemed to emit a warm luster through the picture, and they were being put on the woman's ears.

Liang Feicheng's fingertips pressed on the keyboard froze, and his whole face suddenly became gloomy!

The right hand was clenched tightly, the veins on the back of the hand were extremely tense, like a fully stretched spring, the hanging needle stuck in the flesh was squeezed out by this terrifying force, and a small stream of blood splashed out...