you are a star

Liang Feicheng lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were filled with darkness, his dark brown pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, the shadows were heavy, and there was a bit of unpredictability and obscurity.

He hooked his lips and smiled slightly: "Why did you ask me this suddenly? Didn't Rong Chi say that in the afternoon, and I was angry with you."

"I'm not kidding you."

"When am I joking with you?" Liang Feicheng slowly raised his eyes to look at her, and suddenly wanted to pull her over and hold her in his arms, "Tell me, did you vomit blood after you got angry this afternoon?"

Qiao Nan felt that he had no way to continue communicating with him, and glared at him, "Eat your face."

She didn't want to stay here for a second, but Liang Feicheng grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the sofa, next to him, "Where are you going? Stay here with me."

"Nannan, be more obedient and less angry with me, and I won't vomit blood." Liang Feicheng pressed her wrist with one hand and held chopsticks with the other.

Qiao Nan looked at that the hand clasped on his wrist happened to be his injured hand, and the wound might be about to bleed again if he kept pressing it like this.

She took a deep breath, "I won't go, let me go."

After receiving the promise, Liang Feicheng did not let go of her, but instead of clasping her wrist vigorously, he covered the back of her hand, clasping her fingers with his fingers.

Liang Feicheng reminded her: "Don't disturb Nannan, or my wound will bleed."

Qiao Nan: "..."

Liang Feicheng's eating is very elegant, neither fast nor slow, and his fingers are very slender and beautiful. Just the gesture of holding chopsticks is beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

She looked down at Liang Feicheng's right hand that was on the back of her hand.

Jonan used to like his hands the most.

But this right hand, this right hand had pinched her neck back then, it was the night Liang Feicheng mistook her for drugging and wanted to sleep in his bed.

It was also the only time he strangled her neck.

But thinking about it now, it seems like it happened in my previous life.

Seeing him finish a big bowl of noodles, Qiao Nan thought of what the chef said, it seems that he has a good appetite tonight.

She got up and was about to clean up the dishes. Liang Feicheng held her hand and said softly, "Just ask someone to clean up. You can accompany me to the study."

"You still want to work?" Qiao Nan held back his anger. He was still thinking about work, so there must be a limit to workaholics.

Liang Feicheng explained: "The anti-virus software patch upgrade developed by the company is still in the final stage. I don't like to procrastinate."

He has always been meticulous and rigorous in his work. When he is expected to complete, he has never exceeded expectations, and even ahead of schedule.

Qiao Nan knew that he could be called obsessive-compulsive disorder at work, and sneered: "Your Liang's Internet Department is empty, right? You need to do this kind of thing yourself?"

"Don't worry," Liang Feicheng explained simply and directly, "I want to check it out myself."

As for what to worry about, Qiao Nan knew it without asking.

Last time, a new software launched by his company was maliciously implanted with a virus by her, causing the entire network operator to be paralyzed, and Liang's suffered serious losses.

Her eyes darkened, "I'm under your nose, what are you worried about?"

The moment her words fell, Liang Feicheng felt that she was angry, clasped her fingers tightly, and looked at her with dark eyes, "It's not that I don't care about you."

It's just that after the Liang family was hit hard last time, every step he takes now is very important to the Liang family.

Qiao Nan grabbed his hand away calmly, Liang Feicheng frowned, and his heart seemed to be cut open by something.

In the next second, she heard her say without hesitation: "I'll help you, you go back to bed and lie down."

Liang Feicheng's silence made her feel annoyed and amused: "Don't worry, I don't have the intention to attack your anti-virus software."

"Nannan, I don't mean that."

Qiao Nan waved his hand indifferently, "It's okay, it's normal if you don't believe me, after all, I have a criminal record.

But I help you because I don't want to owe you. Of course, a bowl of noodles can't offset your help to me, so I will help you with patch upgrades. Since the promise is to help you, I won't make small moves. "

Liang Feicheng gritted his teeth angrily, grabbed her hand and pulled her in front of him, "Are you trying to piss me off? When did I say that I don't believe you, can you listen to me before making a judgment?"

Seeing that his face turned paler, Qiao Nan softened his heart and said, "Okay, I understand."

"Bring over the computer and do it here, I want you by my side." Liang Feicheng insisted.

Qiao Nan couldn't hold back the serious patient, so he took the laptop to the room and sat on the sofa.

And Liang Feicheng also lay down on the bed to rest as agreed in advance.

In the quiet room, there was the small crackling sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard.

Liang Feicheng glanced over and landed on Qiao Nan's pretty face.

This was the first time he saw her operating the computer in front of him, her brows were unconsciously frowned, and the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, but those eyes showed a bit of arrogance that she didn't usually have.

Fingers tapped on the keyboard nimbly, at a fast speed, passing afterimages.

How could this little fox hide so well back then?
Were you surprised at the moment when you knew she was the god of the underworld?

Liang Feicheng admits his conceit. He has lived for nearly 30 years and has never encountered an "Internet person" that he admires, until the person named Mingshen was born.

So when it was confirmed that the god of the underworld was his Nannan, after the surprise roared, there was also endless distress and pity.

What she has been burdened with is too much.

Seeing her "fighting" for him at this moment, Liang Feicheng suddenly felt a warmth in his chest, shining like the warm winter sun, and his heart was indescribably excited.

Eleven at night.

Qiao Nan turned off the computer, leaned his head back on the sofa, and then stretched.

In order not to disturb Liang Feicheng's rest, she turned off the headlights in the room and only turned on the floor lamp next to the sofa.

The light source is diffused from her body.

In addition, she was so absorbed that she didn't notice when Liang Feicheng walked behind her.

She raised her head and stared at the man in front of her in a daze.

Liang Feicheng held the back of her slender neck with his hands, kneading her gently and gently.

"Tired?"

The numb feeling started from the place where he held her neck, and crazily raged towards her veins.

Her scalp was numb, and her tongue seemed to be knotted, "I, why do you..."

Seeing her bewildered look, Liang Feicheng was very happy, he rubbed the fingers holding the back of her neck, and pinched her chin with the other hand.

Their eyes met, and his pale and handsome face was reflected in her eyes. Apart from that, everything in the world seemed to be unable to blend into her eyes.

Liang Feicheng's breathing was hot, and his voice was low: "Nannan, can I kiss you?"