you are a star

Chapter 203

The foreman waited for about 3 minutes at the door of the box, and finally saw a woman in a beige knitted dress coming out of the elevator.

The woman is tall and slender, her hair is tied into a casual and lazy low ball at the back of her head, the long skirt on her body is full of design, the half-high collar makes her neck white as jade, her lines are beautiful, her waistline is pinched inward, and her waistline is pinched inward. , the long legs under the slender waist are looming in the knitted skirt.

When she looked over lightly, her eyebrows and eyes became more and more delicate under the light, flowing between amorous and glamorous.

Rao is the foreman who has met the boss behind the empty city twice, and he is still as amazing as the first time he saw him.

She took a breath and came back to her senses, "Boss, Third Young Master is inside."

Qiao Nan hummed, and looked in through the crack of the door she pushed open.

Unlike the dim lights in other boxes, it was very bright inside. At least Qiao Nan could see Liang Feicheng leaning on the back of the sofa, his dark gray coat and blazer thrown aside, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his forearm, vaguely Visible blue veins floating on the forearm muscles.

He raised his head, and the light fell on his delicately sculpted face, making his skin fairer.

The light softened the sharp lines of his face, and Liang Feicheng looked much more approachable than usual at this moment.

It looked like he had drunk too much.

Because Liang Feicheng didn't show much face while drinking.

"How many bottles have you had?" Qiao Nan asked the foreman at the door without intending to go in.

The foreman replied: "Seven or eight bottles."

Hearing this, the corners of Qiao Nan's lips curled into an arc that seemed to be mocking but not ironic.

Come to the empty city alone.

The phone at Liang's mansion was also set up.

He passed out here after drinking seven or eight bottles of wine.

Just when the foreman thought that Qiao Nan was going to go in, she heard her gentle voice softly curling up: "Don't worry about him, he will figure out a way when he sobers up."

"This..." The foreman wanted to say that this might not be very good.

The other party is the third young master of the Liang family, and it is not a wise choice to leave him here when he is drunk.

Qiao Nan knew what she was worried about, "Don't worry, he's not drunk."

Seven or eight bottles of wine are nothing to Liang Feicheng.

Although no one dared to pour Liang Feicheng wine in the business field, he was born with a good capacity for alcohol.

Qiao Nan looked away from the man, turned around and was about to leave, when the foreman suddenly exclaimed: "Boss, look, Liang Sanshao seems really uncomfortable, so he is not drunk."

Liang Feicheng put his hand on the center of his abdomen, and it was easy to feel that his hand was exerting force on his abdomen from the veins protruding from his forearm and the back of his hand.

This is an instinctive squeeze response when people are in pain.

He has a stomachache.

This was the first reaction in Qiao Nan's mind.

The overhead light in the corridor shone on her beautiful and delicate face, maybe it was because the light was too cold, her face looked even whiter.

She withdrew her gaze again, took a deep breath, and said indifferently with her fingers clenched, "Call two security guards and take him to the hospital."

"Okay, I'll go right away." The foreman's walkie-talkie was left in the lounge just now, and after she finished speaking, she hurried back to get it.

The sound of footsteps went away, there was no one on the first floor of the high-end box, and the corridor seemed empty.

Qiao Nan leaned against the wall by the door. Before the foreman and security came, he heard the sound of wine bottles breaking from inside the box.

Ping Pong Pong.

Qiao Nan's heart tightened, and he looked back suddenly, only to see Liang Feicheng's posture changed from leaning on his back to arching his back, with his hands propped on the coffee table.

Those wine bottles were knocked over by him accidentally.

His hands were propped on the coffee table, his head was lowered, and his expression could not be discerned.

Only the veins on the forearm were like taut strings, trying to restrain something.

The sound of high heels knocking on the tiles on the floor came, and Qiao Nan walked to the coffee table and stood still.

"Sir, get up, I've called two security guards to take you to the hospital."

What answered her was a long silence and Liang Feicheng's slightly heavy breathing as he endured the stomachache.

Other than that he didn't even move.

Qiao Nan swept his pale chin, and a drop of sweat dripped down his jawline to the ground.

She was able to look away suddenly, bit the tender meat inside her lower lip, picked up the phone to unlock it, and said while inputting the number: "You have set up the phone number of Liang Mansion, it is impossible to set up Li Dongbai's phone too." , I'll call him right now."

Before she finished speaking, the dialing hand was suddenly grasped by a big cold hand.

Her hand trembled, and the phone slammed onto the ground with a thud. Before she could speak, the man turned around and pushed her back on the sofa.

The light above the head was mostly covered by the man's tall body.

Liang Feicheng's forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat, his face was pale, his two eyebrows were thick and black, and his pupils were deep, like the centers of two whirlpools, one touch would suck people into it.

He stared at her with deep and black eyes, as if he wanted to engrave her face into his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you have to be so indifferent to me?"

The man's body was tall and heavy for Qiao Nan, especially since he had a stomachache and had no extra strength, almost pressing most of his body on top of her.

She took a few breaths, and said disapprovingly: "I thought I made my words clear last night. Do you want me to repeat it again?"

Liang Feicheng's stomach was burning and cramping. Qiao Nan's indifferent words directly burned his heart, and his breathing became heavy, "You can't deceive me, you still love me."

"Then I can only say that Young Master San is deceiving yourself and others." Qiao Nan looked at him coldly.

Liang Feicheng suddenly hated her eyes so much, he covered her eyes with his big hands, his breath was disturbed by his stomach twisting, and his voice trembled faintly: "I don't believe it."

The disparity in power between men and women is that even if a man is in a weak state, he is still unshakable by a woman.

Qiao Nan couldn't break free from him, and was blindfolded again. The hearing in his left ear seemed to be clearer than usual, and he could also hear that his breathing was unsteady.

"Believe it or not, the security guards will be here soon. It's not good for Third Young Master to hold me here like this and spread the word. Please let me go!"

He stared at her face closely, her eyes were covered, and the remaining half of her face was small and delicate, but full of indifference.

One mouthful, three young masters, three young masters!

He stared at her alluring red lips, saying that the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is.

This red lip is poison!
Just when her red lips parted slightly, as if she was about to say something, Liang Feicheng leaned over and blocked her lips.

Don't let her say those words that made him pierce his heart!
With a touch of coldness on his lips, Qiao Nan's body froze suddenly, and the only thought in his mind was to push him away.

But Liang Feicheng had an absolute advantage, she was blindfolded, and she didn't know where Liang Feicheng was pushed as she struggled.

Hearing Liang Feicheng's muffled snort, she pushed him away abruptly, and before he could get out of the box, the foreman and security guard rushed over.

It was too late to see Qiao Nan's slightly disheveled hair and her uneasy face. The foreman almost died of fright when he saw Liang Feicheng's pale face and profuse sweat.

"Quick, you two help the third young master go downstairs."

Qiao Nan glanced at his face from the corner of his eye and squeezed his fingers tightly, only then did he realize where he had just pressed.

When the security guard went to help Liang Feicheng, his consciousness was already blurred.

Just as the foreman picked up Liang Feicheng's coat and suit jacket, something fell out of which pocket.

Unbiased, the thing fell at Qiao Nan's feet.

It is a pocket watch.

When it falls, the button hits the ground and the cover pops up.

The foreman was taken aback. Liang Feicheng's things were very expensive, so don't let her break them.

Just as she bent down to reach for it, a slender and white finger had already picked up the pocket watch before her.

Qiao Nan held the pocket watch, glanced at the photo on the inside of the watch cover, and froze in a daze.

I don't know if it was the foreman's illusion, but she seemed to see that the boss's eyes were a little red.

But in the next second, Qiao Nan blinked, his eyes were clear and peaceful.

"Take him to the hospital."