you are a star

Chapter 255

The moment Qiao Nan withdrew his hand without hesitation, Liang Feicheng's curled fingers trembled almost imperceptibly.

The feeling of weightlessness from being awakened from sleep hit my heart again.

It wasn't pain, but panic, as if a net bound his heart, heaving and falling in mid-air, never touching the ground.

If you don't look carefully, you can't see the thick and churning black clouds under the haze that spread out in his eyes.

At that moment just now, what he thought about in his mind was to hug her and hold her tightly in his arms.

Liang Feicheng glanced at the slightly raised scar on her wrist, his eyes turned cold again.

He moved his fingers, but finally didn't reach out.

He took a short nap, the redness of the whites of his eyes deepened, it was obviously the redness from staying up all night, and his voice became hoarse: "Drive more steadily."

"Yes, Third Young Master." Cold sweat dripped down Fan Qi's forehead, all because of that naughty cat just now.

He drove the car very smoothly, and there was no sound in the car for a while.

Qiao Nan turned her head and looked out of the car window, the scenery along the way passed her eyes, just passing by, because she didn't want to look at them at all.

The scene of Liang Feicheng waking up just now repeated in his mind.

She knew that she shouldn't think too much, she had nothing to think about, but the voice of his subconsciously calling her name always seemed to linger in her ears.

There was panic and restlessness, as well as lingering reluctance. All kinds of emotions mixed together, and when they poured into her ears, they burned her cold blood like a flame.

"Nan Nan."

The voice was so clear that it seemed to be ringing in her ears. She froze, and the blood in her body cooled instantly, and she looked back.

A dark shadow flashed in front of him, and Liang Feicheng had already hugged her.

The man's arms were strong and tense, holding her firmly in his arms.

"open!"

Just as she was about to struggle, Liang Feicheng moved his chin on her shoulder twice, and said in a deep voice, "Hold me, just give me a hug, okay?"

Liang Feicheng hugged her tightly, leaned his face against her cheek, his lips brushed against her skin as if there was nothing, his breath was hot and trembling.

He has always known that self-control is always in vain in front of her.

Qiao Nan felt that his waist was about to be strangled by him, but she didn't know whether it was because of his slightly pleading hug, or his trembling breath, she seemed to have been drained of strength, and her muscles were stiff and unable to move.

Liang Feicheng held her hand in his palm, she struggled a bit, his slender fingers wrapped tightly around her, controlling her strength.

His eyes slid towards her fingertips.

In the past few years when she was reduced to a servant in the Liang Mansion, due to work, there were thin layers of calluses on the base of her palms and fingers, but now they have faded a lot.

However, his eyes stopped on her fingertips.

Her fingertips were light white, her fingerprints were very pale, and they were slightly calloused.

Very few people get calluses on their fingertips, except for certain jobs.

Scenes of the past flashed through his mind, Qiao Nan gritted his teeth tightly, his teeth trembling one by one, as if blood was overflowing from between the teeth, he regained his strength and pulled his hand back abruptly.

Then he said sarcastically: "Third Young Master also hugged me, can you let me get out of the car?"

Liang Feicheng looked past her and looked outside. There was a large parking lot with many luxury cars parked in the parking lot.

It turned out to be in the empty city.

For him in this world, besides her, there is time that he can't grasp.

He hooked the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner, seeing her icy little face full of resistance, there was really nothing he could do about her.

Qiao Nan took his bag and pulled the car door, only to find that the door was still locked.

She turned her head and glared at Liang Feicheng. There was no disgust in that look, only anger from embarrassment after being teased.

Liang Feicheng looked at her like an angry kitten and wanted to smooth her fur, his heart was sore and soft, but he didn't want to really make her angry, so he said: "Unlock."

Fan Qi didn't dare to make decisions without his order, and only dared to unlock the car when he finished speaking.

Qiao Nan pushed the car door, got out of the car without looking back, and then slammed the door hard with a bang.

You can have as much temper as you want.

Liang Feicheng curled up his fingers, touched the center of his eyebrows with his knuckles, and curled his lips helplessly.

Looking at her back silently, her walking posture is beautiful, her figure is tall and slender, and she has a unique scenery wherever she goes.

He leaned on the back of the chair and rubbed his fingertips, feeling the touch from her fingertips just now, the thin layer of calluses.

Withdrawing his thoughts, his eyes were full of exhaustion, and he said hoarsely: "Go back to Liang Mansion."

At around 05:30 in the evening, Xiao Jiu also returned to the Liang mansion, and asked Fan Qi, "Where is the third young master?"

Fan Qi leaned against the banyan tree to smoke, the sky was already getting dark, he squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the gym, "I've been in there since I got back."

The lights in the gym were not turned on, the light was dim, and there was the sound of fists hitting the sandbags.

Liang Feicheng took off his coat and suit, and wore a white shirt and a black vest. He casually threw aside the expensive and exquisite cufflinks, and the cuffs of the shirt were rolled up to his arms.

The muscle lines of the forearm swelled, the texture was clear, and it exuded a strong male hormone breath.

Drops of sweat slid down the lines of his cold and hard face, slipped from the jaw line into the neck, rolled along the Adam's apple into the unbuttoned collar, and his chest was wet with sweat.

He didn't wear gloves, and hit the sandbag with his bare fist. The blow was fast and violent. The sandbag swayed under such high-frequency impact, and there were spots on it, because the sandbag itself was dark in color, which looked like sweat stains.

……

When Liang Feicheng came out of the gym, Xiao Jiu and Fan Qi rushed to meet him, but when their eyes touched the protruding knuckles of his fingers, they frowned in unison.

The knuckles of the fingers were ripped apart, how many sandbags did it take to hurt the hand?
"Third Young Master, it's time for dinner."

Liang Feicheng hummed, "I'll take a shower first."

With that said, he entered the main building and went to the master bedroom on the third floor.

Coming out of the bathroom, he wore a dark gray bathrobe, wiped his hair with a towel in his hand, walked to the bedside and turned on a lamp beside the bed.

The cigarette case on the bedside table was empty and gone.

He opened the drawer, picked up the cigarette case, and touched a bank card in the drawer out of the corner of his eye.

The hand that was wiping his hair paused, he picked up the bank card, and rubbed the belly of the finger holding the towel vigorously. Because he often typed codes, his fingertips had a thin layer of calluses.

There seemed to be a sentence from the recording of the woman's mobile phone: There are 30 in this card...

Liang Feicheng's eyes staring at the bank card gradually became darker and darker, like a drop of thick ink that could not be melted away, with a brilliant light shining from the corner of his eyes.