you are a star

It was still dark when Qiao Nan woke up.

Her throat was slightly itchy. She woke up coughing and coughing. She must have caught a cold.

When she opened her eyes, what caught her eyes was Liang Feicheng's coldly shaved Adam's apple.

She hurriedly covered her mouth, but fortunately Liang Feicheng was not woken up by her cough.

Covering her mouth, only the bridge of the nose and a pair of big eyes were exposed on her palm-sized face. She stared at Liang Feicheng's face for a few seconds, maybe a few minutes.

She didn't look away until her heart was slightly sour, and she secretly scolded herself for not being up to date, why her eyes were red.

She slowed down her breathing and lifted the quilt carefully, wanting to leave here before Liang Feicheng woke up.

As a result, I looked around and didn't see my clothes.

Her clothes were soaked last night, she should have been thrown in the bathroom by Liang Feicheng, she got up, and walked on tiptoe on the wooden floor, her fair skin revealed a sinking luster in the early morning twilight.

Going around to the side of the pedals, wrapped the bathrobe that Liang Feicheng left there, and then tiptoed to the bathroom to find his own clothes.

But when she saw the clothes in the trash can, her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and her delicate features were tangled into a ball.

Between wanting and not wanting, she was finally overwhelmed by her own poverty.

Looking around, she pulled a bath towel, then turned her wet clothes out of the trash can and wrapped them in the bath towel.

After getting out of the bathroom, she cautiously looked towards the middle of the big bed. The morning light came in through the cracks in the curtains, faintly depicting Liang Feicheng's sleeping profile.

She tiptoed out of the bedroom, and the moment the bedroom door closed extremely softly, the man on the big bed slowly opened his eyes, his brows and eyes were cold, and there was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes.

Qiao Nan went downstairs with his wet clothes in his arms. In the living room, there were already servants cleaning the carpet. They were kneeling on the ground busy with their own affairs, and no one noticed her.

She returned to the utility room and quickly closed the door. The moment she turned around, she noticed something unusual in the room. In just a second, she discovered that the abnormality came from her laptop.

With almost no time to react, she threw away her wet clothes, walked quickly to the computer, and tapped the keyboard quickly with her slender, white fingers.

The screen flashed, and the lower right corner really prompted a new email.

Her nervous palms were sweaty, and her back felt chills.

The content of the email is only two words: no.

Qiao Nan's brain was throbbing, and the two words seemed to magnify instantly in her eyes. Her body was like a tight bow, and she suddenly withdrew her strength and fell down on the chair.

She squeezed her fingers tightly, so her father's death had nothing to do with Uncle Liang.

She couldn't tell what mood she was in at this moment, and why she breathed a sigh of relief.

She lowered her head, covered her face tightly with her hands, her shoulders gradually trembled, tears dripped from her fingers, and fell to the ground drop by drop.

Fortunately, it was not Uncle Liang.

However, it is still the same as before, one second after the email is opened, all the records disappear at the same time.

But she didn't understand, who was mother with?
There was no trace of the two emails, and even she sent a trace, but she couldn't find any clues. If it weren't for experienced hackers, they wouldn't be able to do this.

And the last time she eavesdropped on Liang Feicheng, she heard what he meant, and her mother did have a companion.

Who the hell is she with?
At this moment, the door of the utility room was knocked loudly, and the housekeeper's mellow voice shouted outside: "Mr. Liang is awake!"

Qiao Nan quickly wiped his face and replied, "I'll be right out."

In the restaurant, Liang Muxing sat in the wheelchair very obediently, and Qiao Nan fed him porridge one bite at a time.

His digestive system was also damaged back then, and it was difficult for him to digest food that was too dry.

The back kitchen cooks various styles of porridge for him in different ways every day.

Liang Muxing couldn't help laughing, Qiao Nan quickly wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and coaxed him like a child: "Uncle Liang, eat obediently."

Familiar footsteps came from behind.

You don't need to listen to know who is coming, Qiao Nan didn't look up, and she usually does this.

But Liang Muxing held her hand tightly at this moment, paused every word, and complained angrily: "Nannan, scarf, Feicheng throw it away!"

Qiao Nan was stunned for a moment, no wonder he didn't see Liang Muxing wearing a scarf, he was dancing happily yesterday, she said she had to wash it before putting it on, but he had to put it on right away, no matter how much she coaxed her, it was useless.

It turned out to be thrown away.

She didn't have much time, the scarf had been knitting for a long time.

After all, it was the fruit of her labor. She was thrown away just like that. She couldn't express the grievance and anger in her heart.

But the other party was Liang Feicheng, so she could only swallow her anger and scold him silently in her heart.

There was the sound of chairs moving at the dining table, and a man's Qingjun figure sat down in the corner of his vision.

Liang Muxing was still moaning, she was afraid that Liang Feicheng would get angry and scold him later, so she quickly coaxed him: "I'll knit another one for you."

"Who allowed you to wear such an ugly thing on him!" Liang Feicheng said coldly, his tone quite severe.

For a moment, Qiao Nan's smile froze on his lips, and his face was flushed with naked eyes.

She has been thin-skinned since she was a child, and it is easy to get embarrassed when people say a few words. She feels very ashamed for a moment, bows her head in shame, and silently feeds Liang Muxing porridge.

The butler beside him was also dissatisfied: "I didn't agree to it yesterday. The wool you bought is too cheap. What if Mr. Liang is allergic?"

Liang Feicheng saw that her ears were blushing, and her face darkened: "Okay, step back."

The butler and other servants all retreated.

After feeding Liang Muxing, Qiao Nan hurried back to the utility room with his head down, took his bag and left the Liang mansion.

In the dining room, Liang Feicheng's eyes fell on the slender figure in the yard. He threw the coffee in his hand and stained the white tablecloth.

Xiao Jiu's scalp went numb, and she lowered her head at the same time as Fan Qi.

Qiao Nan first went to the hospital where her grandmother was. Tomorrow is the weekend, so she planned to ask Liang Feicheng to ask for leave, so she could spend more time with her grandmother and Yanxi in the hospital.

After leaving grandma's hospital, she went to the hospital where Yanxi lived,
"Qiao Nan, thank you for coming so early in the morning, don't delay the class." Yanxi's aunt took Qiao Nan's hand and made her sit down.

Qiao Nan sat beside Yanxi's hospital bed, stretched out his hand to hold Yanxi's hand, looked up and said, "It's okay, aunt, the school is very close to the hospital, and the next two classes are in the morning, and it's the end of the term, just to talk about some Test site."

"Auntie, she doesn't even need to listen to the test site, she can memorize the whole book." Yanxi said with a smile, but there was no light in those eyes.

Qiao Nan's heart stabbed, and he looked at Yanxi with his usual expression.

After Yanxi fell asleep, Yanxi's aunt took Qiao Nan's hand outside the ward. For a moment, the eyes of the two people who were holding back in the ward were red at the same time.

Both of Yanxi's parents died, and he has been living with his aunt all these years.

Qiao Nan took out a tissue to wipe away her aunt's tears. She felt sorry for Yanxi, but also for Yanxi's aunt.

The aunt wiped away her tears, let out a sigh of relief, and said excitedly: "I saw the news, Su Qingyang made us Xixi suffer so badly, he deserves to be ruined!"

Qiao Nan hugged her aunt, "From now on, I won't let anyone bully Yanxi again."

In a private hospital in Yanjing City.

Since Su Qingyang's scandal was exposed yesterday, Su Chengqi had never stepped into this hospital again, and the only person who took care of her was Du Meixin.

When Su Qingyang waited for Du Meixin to go to the nurse to get painkillers, she took out her mobile phone from under the pillow.

Her left hand was broken, and it took a lot of effort with one hand to make a difficult phone call——

She stared into her scarlet eyes, clenched the roots of her teeth and made a voice of hatred: "It's me, I want you to help me, ruin a person."