you are a star

After Qiao Nan finished speaking, he suddenly felt a gaze that was so hot that it could penetrate people's hearts, staring straight at her.

She suddenly felt her scalp go numb, and when she turned around, she saw Liang Feicheng standing by the door.

When Liang Feicheng looked over, the corners of Liang Feicheng's lips curved slightly, and his dark brown pupils seemed to be soaked in the sunlight outside, revealing a bit of warmth and deep meaning.

He didn't look any different than usual.

So Qiao Nan wasn't sure if he heard what he said just now, his face was calm and calm, but his fingers pinched the palm of his hand, and he turned back to look at Qiao Beibei.

But Qiao Beibei didn't look at her anymore, and curled up on the sofa with her knees hugged, her eyes scattered and her expression indifferent.

"Cousin, let's go."

Qiao Nan opened his mouth and closed it again, lowered his head and tugged the corner of his lips helplessly, then turned and went out.

She knew that no matter how much she said now, it was useless. Beibei was now in a dead end. Unless she could figure it out, no one could help her.

Walking to the door, Liang Feicheng walked down the stairs with his long legs.

Liang Feicheng was standing below the three steps. When he turned his head, Qiao Nan slammed on the brakes and stopped, staring at him blankly.

With a smile hidden in his eyes, Liang Feicheng said slowly, "Why are you guilty?"

Qiao Nan looked calm: "Why should I have a guilty conscience?"

"It's fine if you don't have one. The sun is so good. Come with me for a walk in the garden." Liang Feicheng took advantage of the length of his hands and raised his hand to brush away the hair sticking to her chin.

The warm fingertips stroked the skin of her chin, and Qiao Nan felt a layer of tiny bumps formed where he touched it.

Seeing her not moving, Liang Feicheng calmly said, "Aren't you qualified to invite you as the master of Nanyuan?"

Qiao Nan was choked by him, knowing that he remembered the way back, she said that he was the master of Nanyuan, and she didn't need to ask her revenge for any decision.

This man is really small-minded, he cares about everything, and he can always hit her back unexpectedly.

Qiao Nan laughed, stepped down the stairs, and walked side by side with him.

The two of them were walking on the cobbled ground, and under the warm sunlight, Qiao Nan lowered his head and took a meaningful look at Liang Feicheng's hand.

She thought of the time when she just returned to Yanjing City, it seemed that every time Liang Feicheng's hand touched her, it was icy cold.

During this time, his hands were warm again.

Walking all the way to the garden, passing a glass greenhouse, Liang Feicheng suggested; "Go in and have a look, the roses are blooming."

Liang Feicheng pushed open the glass door, Qiao Nan followed behind him, his sight was blocked by his back, when Liang Feicheng stopped, Qiao Nan saw clusters of blooming purple roses.

It is an elegant and noble purple rose, which blooms its own beautiful fragrance in the sun.

Qiao Nan stared blankly at the flowers, feeling a little familiar, and took a few more glances before realizing, isn't this the same Louis XIV that Yanxi saw while swiping Weibo not long ago?
This flower is named after the "Sun King" Louis XIV, which symbolizes nobility and authority.

Meaning: I only love you.

"Do you like it?" Liang Feicheng turned to look at her sideways, just blocking the sunlight from Qiao Nan's front.

He was against the light, and the contours of his face looked a bit blurred, but his dark brown eyes looked more like congealed amber, which was so beautiful that people couldn't look away.

"I like it." Qiao Nan blurted out.

He suddenly took a step forward, and the tall figure shrouded Qiao Nan's body. He suddenly grabbed his wrist and pressed his backhand against the edge of the rose.

A Louis XIV was bumped by Qiao Nan, the petals fell on her shoulder, and the precious flower was destroyed by her.

She looked up at Liang Feicheng with shortness of breath, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Tell me again what you said to Qiao Beibei just now?" Liang Feicheng looked deeply into her eyes.

Qiao Nan's cheeks were hot, and his eyelashes trembled a few times, and he really heard it.

"Didn't you hear it all? Why do you want me to say it again? Where did you learn the Mary Su bridge?" She didn't know where to turn her eyes, but no matter where she looked, Liang Feicheng's eyes always followed .

She was embarrassed and annoyed by his staring, "Do you want to record it for you?"

"That's not necessary, I want to hear from you."

Qiao Nan's cheeks were blushed by him, and she was extraordinarily beautiful against the surrounding purple roses. Liang Feicheng stared at her face, and caressed her right ear with his fingers involuntarily.

His voice is extraordinarily deep, like the strings of a cello, it will touch people's hearts, "Nannan, I want to hear it."

Qiao Nan looked at him, the blood all over her body slowly boiled, burning her brain nerves.

"Is it difficult to trust you? In terms of the bottom line and morality, I have always believed in you. You will not do those illegal things, because you are Liang Feicheng."

Because you are Liang Feicheng.

Expecting that she would not say anything pleasant, because there was always a gap between her and him, so he didn't have much hope.

But when she uttered an unpretentious, simple sentence without any rhetoric, it made his chest warm and his heart surge.

Unable to restrain himself, he possessed himself, and placed a kiss on her forehead, without any lust, a pious and pure kiss.

"Nannan, thank you for believing in me."

Qiao Nan touched the forehead he had kissed, as if scalded, and glared at him.

The petals fell on Qiao Nan's shoulders one by one again, and they were about to slip into her collarbone. Even though Liang Feicheng pinched the petals, he thought of what she said she liked just now.

He whispered in her ear, "If you like these flowers, I'll ask someone to dry them and keep them forever, okay?"

Before Qiao Nan opened his mouth, he continued: "Don't say that I am the owner of Nanyuan. I have the final say. Nanyuan's land deed is written in your name, and you are the owner of this place."

Qiao Nan raised his eyes sharply.

Is her name written on Nanyuan's title deed?
She hadn't checked the property under her own name. The news was so shocking that she never expected it and never thought about it.

She always thought, no, everyone thought it was Liang Feicheng's private property.

"Why did you write my name?" Her throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, dry and swollen, and her eye circles suddenly felt a little hot.

She knew when Nanyuan was built. If calculated according to the time, she and Liang Feicheng were both fine when the planning began.

So she could already guess the answer when the question was asked.

Liang Feicheng stroked the earlobe of her right ear, "Because I thought about using this as our wedding room, just you and me, maybe we can have a child, or two, I like boys and girls, as long as it is You and my child."

If it wasn't for those misunderstandings, if it wasn't for those people's obstruction.

He and Qiao Nan have long since married their sons and daughters.