you are a star

Liang Feicheng didn't open the surveillance video after Qiao Nan went upstairs, so he didn't know it was Qiao Nan who knocked on the door.

To be more precise, I never thought that she would knock on the door at this time.

After knocking on the door three times, it stopped, which was the habit of the people around him.

Liang Feicheng clicked on the computer keyboard, turned off the monitor, leaned on the back of the sofa, and said coldly, "Come in."

The door opened, and he was about to speak when he saw Qiao Nan standing by the door.

She was holding the Pomeranian that Yu Wenzhou gave her in her hand, and she was wearing an off-white overcoat, and a pure white turtleneck sweater wrapped around her slender neck, making her small face extraordinarily delicate and fair.

She slowly raised her eyes, her eyes were watery, and her lips were vermilion.

He clenched the fingers resting on his legs calmly, and slowly withdrew his gaze, staring at the darkened computer screen.

"I'm back." His voice was calm.

There was only one floor lamp turned on in the room, and the light was dim. From Qiao Nan's perspective, his side face looked a bit cold, and his thin lips were pursed lightly, which was almost the same as when he was angry.

She was standing by the door, even though the doors and windows of the house were tightly closed, but she still felt as if there was a gust of cold wind blowing from behind her, and the back of her neck and back felt chills.

The scenes in my mind are all bad memories of being in the Liang mansion.

It turns out that it has been so long, and some memories seem to be engraved in my mind.

She suddenly felt it was difficult to breathe, and her whole body began to throb with pain.

He turned around in a hurry to escape, but Liang Feicheng had strode out of the room, grabbed her arm, and pulled her back.

"Knock on the door and come in without saying a word, what do you mean?" Mingming felt uncomfortable in his heart, but when he saw her, he unconsciously softened his voice.

Qiao Nan was in a daze for a moment, and suddenly struggled out of the nightmare of the past, his grief was instantly withdrawn, and when he turned around, he saw Liang Feicheng's slightly pale face.

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out from her back, she seemed to be suffering from a serious illness, and her whole body seemed to be floating on the ground.

"Nannan?" Liang Feicheng called her name.

Gritting his teeth, Qiao Nan managed to suppress those negative emotions.

Today is not what it used to be, and she and Liang Feicheng have not had that kind of relationship for a long time.

The person in front of him is still him, but at this moment there is no trace of anger or fierceness in his eyes, the dark brown pupils are shining with moist light, as beautiful as two ambers.

That pair of eyes looked at her, complex and profound, revealing a bit of intriguing grievance.

Like a... big dog.

Qiao Nan was amused by his own thoughts, and he felt a little better, and said without changing his face: "It's nothing to worry about, you are the master of Nanyuan, so I'll let you know when I come back and let you see me, that's all."

"Just for this reason?" Liang Feicheng stared into her eyes, trying to see something from the little liar's eyes.

But Qiao Nan asked him back: "Third Young Master thinks?"

He thought...

Liang Feicheng gritted his teeth, what could he think?

I thought he would ask her about Yu Wenzhou, but I didn't expect him to say nothing, the hand holding her arm tightened, leaning against the door frame to look at her.

Qiao Nan was terrified by his gaze, but suddenly Liang Feicheng said, "Did you think I was angry just now?"

Qiao Nan froze for a moment, pursed his lips and did not answer.

But the answer has already been revealed.

Liang Feicheng kept the hand holding her arm still, and his voice was soft, like a gust of spring wind blowing away the haze, "I'm not angry."

Qiao Nan thought of the WeChat message she sent this afternoon, but Liang Feicheng didn't reply.

Not angry?
She doesn't believe it.

However, Liang Feicheng seemed to see through her mind, and before she spoke, he said in a low voice: "If you mean that you didn't reply to your WeChat in the afternoon, I'm not angry, but just a little unhappy."

Liang Feicheng, a man who held the top wealth and power in Yanjing City, used simple and crude words like unhappy to describe his emotions, which was somewhat appalling.

Qiao Nan couldn't match what he said with him for a while, and he was in a trance for a while, only to realize that he had been staring into his eyes, and hurriedly looked away, "What's the matter, I didn't promise you anything. "

She did not promise him anything. Liang Feicheng knew that he was trying to make a fool of himself. He was almost 30 years old, so he didn't know how embarrassing it would be if he said it.

Jonan asked him, "So you're protesting by skipping dinner?"

"No appetite." Liang Feicheng replied very simply. He was indeed waiting for her when he came back, but it was true that he had no appetite.

Today, I processed a large number of documents. It's the end of the year. It's not that I'm not busy. Coupled with his physical condition, he has to admit that his condition is much worse than before.

Xiaojiu asked Liang Yi to come back to help several times, but he rejected them all.

Qiao Nan's disdainful eyes passed across his slightly pale but unreally handsome face, and said with an oh, "That's nothing, I'll go back to my room."

"Don't talk anymore?" Liang Feicheng still didn't let go of her arm, and Qiao Nan had long forgotten about it, and was suddenly grabbed by him, and then turned his head to look.

The strength of his grip does not make her feel uncomfortable, even if it seems like nothing.

But the knuckles of his fingers were tense and turned white, one can imagine how much strength he used to restrain himself.

She couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, but she was so congested that she could only breathe in and out, which made her lungs and chest cavity painful and swollen.

The discomfort caused a strong physiological reaction, and the eye circles felt hot and sore.

He finally let out a breath and said, "No, I'll disturb San Shao's rest."

Then he grabbed Liang Feicheng's hand away.

Seeing her turning back, Liang Feicheng gritted his teeth, his jaw line twitched, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good night."

Qiao Nan paused, "Good night."

After returning to the room, Liang Feicheng sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the blacked out computer screen, doing nothing, letting time pass by him.

He didn't know how long he sat there, but there was another knock on the door outside the room. He breathed slowly, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

But after a while, no one opened the door and came in.

He thought of the woman's face in his mind, but he thought it was impossible, she should already be lying on the bed.

But he still got up and walked to the door, and opened the doorknob, but there was no one outside the door.

However, there was a chair at the door, and on the chair was a bowl of hot noodles, white noodles, poached eggs, green vegetables, and a layer of green onion sprinkled on the surface.

The appearance is good, and the recipe is still familiar, but the taste...

Liang Feicheng thought of the taste that ordinary people couldn't cook, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and his heart seemed to be filled all of a sudden.