you are a star

When Qiao Nan woke up at noon the next day, he was not resting on his warm chest, the other side of the bed was empty, and Liang Feicheng had already gone to work.

Thinking of the man pestering her to do it twice after she finished saying happy birthday, she felt weak in her legs, turned over and sat up, and her waist was no longer hers.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something blue on the bedside table. She turned to take a look, and found that it was a post-it note.

——【Good morning, Nan Nan. 】

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, flowing freely.

She started copying his handwriting very early, but what she has learned so far is only similar in shape, but her style is much worse.

She suddenly remembered that when she woke up last night, she saw the good night message sent by Shen Jun in WeChat on her mobile phone. The message had been read, and Liang Feicheng could only read it.

Seeing Shen Jun's good night message, he left her a good morning note.

Does this mean to compete with Shen Juan?

It is said that men are young until death, even Liang Feicheng, who has always been calm and cold-tempered, is like this, like a young boy with a strong blood.

She couldn't help laughing, but her heart seemed to be filled to the brim, and the overflowing bits felt sweet.

that fool.

She took out her phone and sent a message to Liang Feicheng's WeChat: [Good morning. 】

He never thought that Liang Feicheng would reply to her message. He should be busy with work, but when she lifted the quilt to go to the bathroom to wash up, Liang Feicheng called.

"Just woke up?" came a deep and clear voice.

Qiao Nan's heart skipped a beat, no matter how many times she heard his voice, her heart was always uncontrollable, "Well, I just woke up."

The voice is hoarse, he was making trouble last night.

At that time, Liang Feicheng was sitting on the executive chair, holding a pen in his left hand to circle the wrong place on the document, but he was in a relaxed mood, and he didn't mean to criticize anyone at all.

He closed the file and asked on the phone, "Did you see the writing on the bedside table?"

"Do you need this?" She said with a smile hidden in her words.

Liang Feicheng knew what she meant, and his thin lips curled slightly, "It's true that he's unhappy. It's true that he wants to say good morning to you, but you're too sleepy to wake up with a kiss. "

Only one post-it note was left.

Qiao Nan was holding the phone, his heart was pounding, and his ears were getting hot, "I can't sleep as much as you said."

She was just tired, not all because of him.

"Is it my fault?" Liang Feicheng's voice suddenly became hoarse.

Qiao Nan snorted softly, and then heard Liang Feicheng ask her, "Why did you just send the word "good morning" without even a title?"

Qiao Nan pretended not to understand, and suppressed a smile: "The news was sent to your WeChat, one-on-one, do you need to address it?"

"Call me third brother." Liang Feicheng didn't expose her small thoughts, and said directly, "Like last night, I like it very much."

Qiao Nan changed the subject directly, "Okay, I won't tell you anymore. Go to work, there is no one like you who makes such an unreasonable request without being distracted from work and making phone calls."

But after she finished speaking, the person on the other end of the phone was silent, not saying a word.

Liang Feicheng was patient, leaning back in the chair, tapping the pen on the table, pursing his thin lips, but there seemed to be a river of stars flowing through his eyes.

Time passed by second by second.

Until a woman's soft voice came from the other end of the phone: "What are you... Well, I'm really afraid of you, Brother Liang!"

How can these three words make people feel like a Liangshan hero.

Liang Feicheng frowned and said with a broken smile, "Can't you talk properly?"

Qiao Nan blurted it out just now, and after he said it, he also thought of the Liangshan hero in his mind, and couldn't help but chuckle, "You don't have to listen if you don't want to hear it."

Liang Feicheng was tickled by her petty temper, and said in a hoarse voice, "Nannan."

Obviously it was just a normal sound, but Qiao Nan seemed to feel that Liang Feicheng was acting like a baby. For such a cold person, she suddenly felt someone rub the tip of her heart, making it crispy and soft.

"Third brother."

The man on the other end of the phone gave a deep smile, and the "hmm" with a smile was like a small electric current passing directly through the apex of Qiao Nan's heart.

"Come back early from get off work tonight."

"it is good."

"I'll wait for you at home."

"it is good."

Every sentence pierced Liang Feicheng's heart, and his Nannan was really good.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Nan held his feverish face in his hands. She blamed Liang Feicheng for saying those words.

After washing up, she went downstairs, first fed Chacha dog food, and then went to the restaurant for dinner.

Sister Fang, who was cooking in the back kitchen, brought her breakfast, and she asked, "Are there any ingredients for making glutinous rice balls in the kitchen?"

Sister Fang immediately reacted and said with a smile: "Miss Qiao, do you want to eat glutinous rice balls? By the way, today is the Lantern Festival. If you want to eat, I will pack them for you."

Sister Fang is the cook that Liang Feicheng brought from the Liang mansion. She was newly hired after Qiao Nan left, and she didn't know Qiao Nan before that.

But since Qiao Nan lived in Nanyuan, and lived with Liang Feicheng, Liang Feicheng was considerate to her, and loved her so much that one could see that she wanted to fall in love.

It is conceivable that the relationship is not ordinary.

Qiao Nan shook his head, "Thank you, Sister Fang, but don't bother. You help me prepare the ingredients, and I will make it when I come back in the afternoon. It's not that I want to eat, but someone wants to eat."

Sister Fang is someone who has been there, as can be seen from the light in Qiao Nan's eyes and the smile on his lips.

"You mean San Shao? San Shao doesn't eat glutinous rice balls."

"Huh?" Qiao Nan sipped the millet porridge, and when he heard that, he stopped the hand holding the spoon.

Sister Fang explained: "Last year during the Lantern Festival, I cooked a pot of glutinous rice balls and asked San Shao if I would like to serve him a bowl for dinner. I also just arrived at the Liang mansion the winter before, and I have a good grasp of San Shao's diet and daily life." It's not very thorough yet, but when I asked this question, San Shao said he wouldn't eat, not only that, he didn't even eat dinner."

"Later I asked Xiaojiu, and Xiaojiu reminded me not to mention glutinous rice balls in front of Third Young Master in the future, especially on the day of the Lantern Festival. It is conceivable that Tangyuan is a taboo of Third Young Master, so you should not make it."

A bitter taste rose from Qiao Nan's throat, and the circles of his eyes were moist.

Counting down, she hasn't made glutinous rice balls for him for five or six years.

It turns out that in his heart, glutinous rice balls have become a taboo.

If she had known about this when she was still in the Liang mansion, she would have thought wildly, thinking that he hated her, even with glutinous rice balls.

But now, she no longer thinks that way. He doesn't eat it because she didn't make it.

He has been waiting for it.

She blinked, her eyes returned to normal, and said with a smile: "It's okay, just help me get ready."

He will eat it.

As long as she made it, he would eat it.