you are a star

Liang Feicheng's car was still chasing him.

Qiao Nan glanced in the rearview mirror, and pursed his red lips.

But how can you catch up with a modified sports car?

On the spacious road and towering street lights, she vaguely heard the siren of an ambulance coming from nowhere.

The sharp whistle sounded as if to dig out the memories deep in her mind.

The smell of blood, the crowded emergency center, the name engraved in my heart, the withdrawal of blood...

She took a deep breath, suppressing the redness around her eyes.

Holding the steering wheel tightly with his fingers, Liang Feicheng's car was already approaching in the rearview mirror.

She has experienced the paranoia of the Liang family for many years. Unless she stops first, he will definitely pursue it.

She suddenly mocked in a low voice: "I know I can't drive, but I still want to chase."

This sentence couldn't be lowered, as if it was drowned by the tire noise of the car and disappeared without a trace.

She freed one hand and pressed a button in the car.

Liang Feicheng clearly felt the deceleration of the car in front and stepped up the accelerator.

The carriage was dim, and only the streetlights shining in from the front of the car could illuminate the paler jaw and the dripping cold sweat.

He was about to catch up with the red sports car in front of him.

Suddenly, six black cars sprang out from the intersection, like galloping horses, across the road.

The sound of sharp brakes pierced the sky.

Force Liang Feicheng's car to stop.

In such a short time, Qiao Nan's car had disappeared from his field of vision.

And those six cars had no intention of leaving.

Liang Feicheng's thin lips drew a bloodthirsty and cold arc, and the roaring engine sound of the car on the spacious and uninhabited road was like a sharp knife tearing the air, carrying layers of murderous intent.

Suddenly, someone got off the car at the front of the line.

He was a tall, powerful man.

With just one glance, Liang Feicheng could clearly see the murderous aura tainted by him.

It was a kind of vigor accumulated from years of licking blood on the tip of a knife, and begging for life under the muzzle of a gun. His cold, falcon-like eyes seemed to be able to grab the opponent's throat quickly and ruthlessly in an instant.

It's a mercenary.

A deep and obscure gloom quickly spread out from Liang Feicheng's eyes.

The man stood in front of his car, nodded slightly to him in a very gentlemanly and well-bred manner, then turned back to the car.

The car drove away along the way it came.

But within a few minutes, the red sports car could no longer be tracked.

Liang Feicheng sat quietly in the car, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

After a while, Liang Feicheng drove away.

While waiting for the green light, on the street not far away, a child held a cartoon Santa Claus doll in his hand, the size of a small palm, and he couldn't put it down.

His eyes paused for a long time, and he didn't look away for a long time. He didn't look at the time on the display screen in the car until the child disappeared from his sight.

At eleven o'clock, Christmas Eve is almost over.

……

A black car drove up along the winding mountain road.

Finally stopped at Dongling Cemetery.

The sound of the car's engine alarmed the guards, and when they saw the yellow license plate number, they hurried out of it.

"Third Young Master, it's so late, why are you here?" The other party said respectfully, and then opened a big black umbrella.

Liang Feicheng took the umbrella, looked forward calmly, and said in a calm voice, "Don't follow."

Snowflakes were falling, Liang Feicheng climbed up the steps, walked to a tombstone, and squatted down slowly.

Reach out and stroke the snow on the tombstone bit by bit, caressing carefully.

There is only a simple word Liang on the tombstone, and nothing else.

Liang Feicheng stared at it for a long time, then took out a palm-sized, very delicate cartoon Santa Claus from his coat pocket and put it on the tombstone.

At first glance, it is something that children like.

He stroked the tombstone lightly, put the umbrella over it to block the falling snowflakes, stood up, smoked two cigarettes before leaving.

……

Liang Feicheng drove past the bustling section of Yanjing City. There used to be a residential area here, but it was demolished a year ago. I heard that the land was snapped up by a mysterious wealthy businessman.

Everyone thought that a real estate would be built here, but unexpectedly, half a year later, what was built here was not a real estate, but an entertainment city for people to have fun.

At that time, there were rumors in the streets and alleys that opening an entertainment city in Yanjing City, wouldn't that openly challenge the Liang family's MT entertainment city?

What's more, with the Liang family here, how can the business of other entertainment clubs be better?

Among other things, even Yu Wenzhou no longer runs entertainment clubs and concentrates on expanding the Yu Group, let alone anyone else.

But now, the decoration of this entertainment city has been completed for several months, and the wind has been blowing for several months. Even the lights are turned on tonight.

I heard that it will officially open tomorrow night.

And until now, no one in Yanjing City knows who is the owner of this clubhouse.

Therefore, this clubhouse left a mysterious impression on people.

Tomorrow night, there will probably be many people who want to go and see who dares to blatantly steal the Liang family's business.

Liang Feicheng just glanced at the lit light board——

empty city.

The name of this entertainment city.

He stepped on the accelerator and returned to the Liang mansion.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning when we returned to Liang Mansion, Xiao Jiu knocked on the door and came in.

"Third Young Master, Qiao Nan lives in Donglin District. Someone arranged a house for her in advance, and her name is written in it; she is also the owner of the car, and the car was just shipped back from overseas tonight."

overseas?

"which place?"

"Lyon, France." Xiao Jiu replied.

Liang Feicheng lowered his head and lit a cigarette, the word Leon skipped in his mind.

Instead of staying in a hotel, live in an apartment.

It seems that it is not a temporary intention to come back, and it will not leave in a short time.

Standing aside, Xiao Jiu saw that the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch, but it was fleeting.

Breathing out blue-white smoke, he said lightly: "Everyone at the airport and station should withdraw, and you too can go to rest."

"Yes."

Xiao Jiu added another sentence: "You also go to bed early, don't stay up late."

Even so, Xiao Jiu shook his head in his heart.

Third Young Master is not someone who listens to advice.

The door is closed.

Liang Feicheng squinted his eyes and flicked off the cigarette ash.

Lyon, France, mercenaries, improved sports cars...

Qiao Nan, what have you experienced over the past year?
What is the purpose of returning to Yanjing City?
Liang Feicheng stared at the fading sparks of the cigarette butt before getting up and going to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, he came out of the bathroom. The belt of the bathrobe was tied loosely and casually, revealing a firm and well-defined chest. A scar the size of a thumbnail was looming on the left chest.

He raised his eyes and looked out the window, the snow had stopped, and the moon came out from the clouds at some point, casting a clear glow in the room where the lights were not turned on.

Withdrawing his gaze, he walked to the bed, and his eyes touched a bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside table.

For the first time in six hundred days and nights, he didn't touch the bottle of medicine.