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The three people at the dining table were all worried about Liang Feicheng's physical condition, and even Fan Qi didn't notice when Qiao Nan appeared.

When he turned around and saw Qiao Nan, Li Dongbai bit his tongue in shock and hissed.

Rong Chi glanced at Li Dongbai calmly, with a faint glint in his eyes, as if hiding something, the foot under the table kicked Li Dongbai.

Li Dongbai reacted quickly.

"What test medicine? You heard wrong."

Since the third child wants to hide it from her, he can't say some things casually.

Qiao Nan frowned, and he didn't know when he closed his fingers, pinching the palm of his hand, it was cold and wet.

She walked over, put her hands on the back of the dining chair, and said casually: "Then what are you talking about?"

"We were talking about the third child just now. He has a bad stomach. I should have persuaded him to treat him and take medicine. I was talking about taking medicine." Li Dong said without changing his face.

Qiao Nan only had one ear to use, and it was normal for him to hear wrong words, so he seized this loophole to make her believe it was true.

Fortunately, she didn't continue to ask, it seemed that she believed what he said.

But Li Dongbai knew better how to make her stop thinking about this issue, pretending to be sarcastic and said: "Don't you care about his life? Why do you care so much?"

Qiao Nan pursed his lips and hooked it silently, "That's right, I was meddling in my own business."

Rong Chi took advantage of the situation and changed the topic, "Sit down and eat."

"Yes, sit down." Fan Qi echoed, and then ordered the chef to bring out another set of bowls and chopsticks.

"I thought you didn't wake up so early, so I didn't go up to ask you to eat." Rong Chi took the bowl and chopsticks from the chef and placed it in front of Qiao Nan.

After being reminded by him, Qiao Nan looked away uncomfortably.

It seems that Rong Chi probably saw her falling asleep in Liang Feicheng's arms.

She never thought that she would sleep in Liang Feicheng's arms, but she didn't need to think about it, it was Liang Feicheng who did it.

But when she woke up, he was still asleep. The man who usually wakes up when there is any trouble, didn't wake up until she got out of bed. It is probably because Rong Chi added something to the medicine to make him sleep for a while.

She bowed her head to drink the soup, and after finishing her meal, she went to the kitchen again.

The chef packed up the dishes and came in. Seeing her busy, he quickly put down what he was doing and turned pale with shock: "Miss Qiao, just tell me what you want to cook."

"It's okay, I'll cook some noodles for him." Qiao Nan is not a good cook, but cooking some noodle soup is still a no-brainer.

The cook didn't know about the relationship between Qiao Nan and Liang Feicheng, but she had worked in the Liang mansion for a year, and it was the first time she saw San Shao get so close to a woman, and she was placed in Nanyuan.

Presumably they have different identities.

"Shall I help you?" asked the cook.

Qiao Nan shook his head, smiled and said, "No thanks, you can do your own thing."

The chef watched her put the noodles into the pot, and reminded: "Miss Qiao, you don't need to put all the noodles, San Shao can't eat so much."

Qiao Nan looked at the noodles in his hand, she remembered that Yin Shisan would eat so much, and Liang Feicheng was in his prime, so even if he was not feeling well, the amount was not too much.

"Should be able to eat, he didn't eat much at noon." Qiao Nan replied.

The chef didn't stop him either, but just reminded: "San Shao's appetite is not very good, and he usually eats very little."

Qiao Nan paused while holding his face, and turned to look at her, "Does he have a bad appetite?"

"Yes, that's how it is recently, but it was fine before."

Suddenly, Qiao Nan remembered that she and Yanxi had an accident in the French restaurant and her neck was injured by a drug addict. Liang Feicheng rushed to him and took her to the Peace Hotel for lunch.

Liang Feicheng did eat very little at that time.

And Liang Feicheng didn't eat much of the lunch they had together at noon today.

She only thought that he had no appetite, and once or twice once in a while was normal, but she never thought that his poor appetite had lasted for a while.

But she still put the noodles into the pot, spread them with chopsticks, and watched the soup in the pot boil and tumbling, just like her blood at the moment, tumbling non-stop.

When she left Yanjing City, she never thought that she would come back, nor did she think that one day she would cook for him again.

She carried her head upstairs, the door of the room was ajar, she held the bowl in both hands, and could only gently kick the door open with her toes.

The lights were on in the room, and he happened to see Liang Feicheng who was waking up.

He was standing by the bed, not even wearing cotton mops, and stopped the moment she opened the door. If she hadn't opened the door to come in, it seemed that he was planning to go out.

"Why are you up?" Qiao Nan subconsciously stepped up, walked over, and put his face on the round coffee table in front of the sofa.

Liang Feicheng gritted his teeth and stared silently at the top of her hair. From his perspective, he could see two curls on her hair. He walked over and reached out to touch it.

The voice was hoarse and restrained: "Where have you been?"

He didn't see her when he woke up.

"Eat, cook noodles." Qiao Nan straightened up and looked up at him.

She wanted to grab his hand touching her head away, but her eyes touched his slightly pale face and she clenched her fist.

Damn soft hearted.

Only then did Liang Feicheng notice that the bowl of noodles on the coffee table was very vegetarian, without any meaty taste. Although there were only vegetarian dishes, it looked pretty good.

"You cooked it?" Liang Feicheng's voice became hoarse.

"Oh, yes." Qiao Nan didn't look into his eyes, but the man's gaze could be called scorching hot, as if he wanted to poke two holes in her body.

"Why are you cooking noodles for me all of a sudden?" He was relentless.

Qiao Nan let go of his gritted teeth, "You let me live in such a safe place for free, it's my reward for you."

She stretched out her hand unnaturally and pushed him, urging him aloud, "Why are you talking so much, eat quickly, or you will get sick."

Liang Feicheng sat on the sofa, picked up the chopsticks, slowly picked up a piece of chopstick noodles, and put them in his mouth.

If it is said that the appearance and taste of a bowl of noodles complement each other in order to be called complete in color, fragrance, and taste, then this bowl of noodles is completely held back by the taste.

It is difficult for normal people to cook so...

Liang Feicheng frowned slightly, with such an indescribable taste.

Qiao Nan went to the bed and picked up a pair of men's cotton slippers, went to the sofa and threw them on the ground, "Do you want me to remind you that you will be 30 years old during the Chinese New Year? You can't even take care of yourself at the most basic level?"

Liang Feicheng looked up at her, and Qiao Nan moved the cotton to his feet with the tip of his shoe, "Do you want me to wear it for you?"

Liang Feicheng curled his lips silently, obediently stuffed his feet into the cotton mop, and asked in a clear voice, "Is it all right?"

The man's face was pale, and he was obviously sick. Asking this question made Qiao Nan look like a bully.

Qiao Nan looked away unnaturally and wanted to leave, but he was hiding something in his heart. He looked down at the half bowl of noodles the man had eaten, thought of what the chef said, and thought of him vomiting blood today.

"Liang Feicheng, tell me the truth, what happened to you?"