you are a star

Liang Feicheng always kept his word. After stuffing the milk cup into Qiao Nan's hand, he really had no intention of leaving.

Walked to the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and sat down, with long legs crossed casually, dignified and elegant.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the indifferent Qiao Nan, and said with a half-smile, "Drink."

It sounds like: start your show.

Qiao Nan was about to be laughed at by him.

"I'm not a child, so I don't need you to stare at me." Qiao Nan walked to the bed, put the cup on the bedside table, and continued to wipe his hair.

It was as if she could completely ignore the glass of milk if she didn't touch it.

Liang Feicheng had a panoramic view of her every move, and it was obvious that she was very resistant.

He said that he was not a child, but in his eyes, he still looked like a child, which was not reassuring.

He smiled faintly, looking like he was pampering her, but he still sat on the sofa, elegantly took out the pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at the time.

That way seemed to silently announce that he was not leaving.

But Qiao Nan ignored her and continued to focus on brushing her hair.

But Liang Feicheng sat there as motionless as a clock, as if an old monk had entered into a trance, and his sense of presence was extremely strong and could not be ignored.

Comparing patience with Liang Feicheng, Qiao Nan was no match at all, so she was quickly defeated.

The fingers holding the milk cup secretly tightened, just wanting to drink it early and let Liang Feicheng go out early so that she can sleep.

But she really doesn't like drinking milk, and she had to drink it every day in order to grow taller. To be honest, she didn't like it, she just wanted to grow tall enough to match her height.

On the side door of the Liang mansion, it is estimated that there is still a record of her annual height in those years.

Qiao Nan bit the bullet, drank half of the glass, and then drank the remaining half of the glass in one go.

After finishing drinking, he turned the cup upside down in mid-air, and raised an eyebrow at Liang Feicheng, "After drinking, San Shao can rest assured?"

"Very good." Liang Feicheng nodded in satisfaction, stood up, walked towards her with long legs, and took the cup from her hand.

"I'll drink it every night from now on."

Sure enough, after his words fell, Qiao Nan's beautiful Yuanshan eyebrows frowned.

Liang Feicheng smiled silently, and when he took the cup, his little finger inadvertently touched the end of her hair.

Still wet.

Glancing at her hair, although she wiped it with a towel, the ends of her hair were all wet, and his eyes were darkened. He immediately put down the cup, then grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Qiao Nan wanted to shake his hand away, but Liang Feicheng was holding her with his injured right hand. She was about to exert strength, but held back.

This man has started to blackmail people now, if he accidentally touches his wound, he will say something that doesn't fit his identity.

But she didn't expect Liang Feicheng to take out the hair dryer from the bathroom cabinet.

"Don't move." Liang Feicheng pressed her shoulders and turned her back to him, facing the mirror.

Liang Feicheng turned the hair dryer to the constant temperature setting, and the buzzing sound penetrated into his ears.

Qiao Nan only felt a little itchy in her ears, and her neck shrank, Liang Feicheng's hand pinched her neck lightly.

The man's voice was hoarse and soft: "I told you to stop moving, why are you so disobedient?"

The place touched by the man's fingertips is like being electrified.

Provoke a tiny pimple.

"Liang Feicheng, aren't you being too domineering?" Qiao Nan looked at the man in the mirror. After she took off her high heels, he was a head shorter than him, so when she raised her eyes, she saw Liang Feicheng's full face in the mirror.

The man's thin lips, which were as pale as cherry petals, were lightly pursed, the bridge of his nose was straight, his eye sockets were deep, and the aura of a natural superior was vividly displayed on him.

But he was doing something to serve people.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like something Liang Feicheng would do.

Liang Feicheng's deep voice was mixed with the buzzing sound of the hair dryer, as if it came from a far away place, which seemed to be unpredictable.

"Didn't you say that going to bed with dry hair makes you prone to headaches?"

She was still studying at that time, said this sentence, and also dried his hair with her own hands.

The past is vivid, and now things are people, but the emotions have changed, and become deeper and more crazy than before.

Liang Feicheng suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and ran his fingers through her long dark hair. When he looked up, he saw red circles under her eyes in the mirror.

Of course she remembered those pictures, and even remembered every detail clearly.

Qiao Nan couldn't dodge in time, so he was caught off guard by Liang Feicheng.

"I... don't get me wrong, I'm just a little sleepy, and I yawned..." Qiao Nan's tongue got stuck, and he couldn't speak clearly.

Liang Feicheng's hand holding the hair dryer tightened, and there was a warm pain in his chest. He pulled his fingers out of her hair, and slowly covered her eyelids.

"I know."

The hair was blown warm, and even the temperature of his palm was higher than usual, covering her eyelids with warmth.

He has some thin calluses on his palms, and he likes shooting and fencing, and those calluses have accumulated over the years.

Qiao Nan's eyes were only red at first, but for some reason, when Liang Feicheng's palm came up, she felt a sense of sadness and grievance raging in her heart.

Seeing that tears were about to come out of her eyes, she hurriedly took off Liang Feicheng's hand, avoiding the sight of the man in the mirror, took a deep breath, and scratched the ends of her hair.

He lowered his head and said, "It's done, thank you Third Young Master."

When he looked up again, there was nothing abnormal except that his eyes were a little red.

Liang Feicheng's Adam's apple slipped, and her three chapters of the agreement flashed through her mind.

When the two walked out of the bathroom, Liang Feicheng suddenly said, "Those two people are dead."

Qiao Nan was taken aback, "Suicide?"

"Well," Liang Feicheng said, "You should know exactly what hydrogen cyanide is."

Although he didn't study chemistry at Qiaonan University, he still remembered from his high school knowledge that cyanide is highly poisonous.

If Qiao Qingru wants to kill her, and if Yu Shaoting wants to catch her, they may send those two people, but the one who can call the killer to commit suicide in this way is most likely Yu Shaoting.

"It's a pity that he died, otherwise we would have learned some clues about Yu Shaoting from them." Qiao Nan pinched the broken hair by his ear.

One strand was not clipped properly, and slipped down again, blocking the front of the small earlobe, hazy.

Liang Feicheng clenched his fingers, so he didn't reach out to lift the strand of hair up. He said in a hoarse voice, "There are more people chasing him now, and he can't leave the country now, so he must be eager to find a breakthrough."

Qiao Nan looked at him, "We just have to wait for this opportunity now."

Liang Feicheng smiled lightly: "Tonight is probably just a test. After all, with Yu Shaoting's city, it is impossible to do such a thing that has no chance of winning."

Qiao Nan agrees with Liang Feicheng's opinion. They are in the open, Yu Shaoting is in the dark, the drug lord's eyeliner is everywhere, and the relationship network is intricate. It is really not easy to find him.

These can only be discussed in the long run, but for now...

She glanced at Liang Feicheng, then walked to the bed and handed him the cup on the bedside table, "It's getting late and I'm going to bed, Third Young Master..."

An order to evict guests that was so obvious that it couldn't be more obvious.

Liang Feicheng gritted his teeth and let out a chuckle from his chest. He took the cup and stared into her eyes, "Good night."