you are a star

In the study room, Liang Feicheng knocked out another cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it. The ashtray on the table that the servant just cleaned up this morning was more than half full of cigarette butts.

"Third Young Master, the Su family is here to pick you up." Xiao Jiuli said standing in front of the table.

Liang Feicheng smoked in silence, his dark brown pupils half-lit in the smoke.

Qiao Nan's tearful side face flashed in his mind over and over again, the lingering image, no matter how many cigarettes he smoked, he still couldn't suppress it.

Whether it was really because of the pain of the wound or something else, he knew very well.

After a while, he moved the cigarette holder away, and his thin lips were smeared with cold blood, "Just take a look at it, and throw her to Africa to mine."

Su Qingyang was taken out of the cellar by Fan Qi. Before she was caught, her ribs and hand bones were broken and hadn't healed.

The Su couple could only take a hasty look, and then they were told that Su Qingyang would be thrown to Africa tonight.

Du Meixin fainted on the spot, Su Chengqi trembled with anger, but dared not speak out, for fear that if he made a wrong step, his daughter would lose even the chance of living.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Su Qingyang's mournful crying was mixed with the sound of the rain, making it indistinct.

Qiao Nan looked away from the window with a blank expression, walked to the bed, and picked up the bag from the hospital on the bedside table.

Looking at the large and small ointments inside, she couldn't help frowning.

Only then did she realize that when she returned to Liang's house, the medicine on her back would not be wiped off without the help of the nurse, and it was impossible for the maids in Liang's mansion to help her.

"I can only do it myself." She sighed resignedly.

Walking to the mirror in the bathroom, she peeled off her clothes, and the whiplash on her exquisite body was shocking.

Qiao Nan's eyes darkened, then he turned sideways and applied medicine to the wound bit by bit.

The doctor in charge said that as long as you keep applying the medicine, there will be no scars on your body in the future.

It is a woman's nature to love beauty, and she is no exception.

But she almost forgot that it wasn't just her back that was whipped, it was her shoulders and arms as well.

So when she turns too far, or stretches her hand out of the range that can be tolerated, she will accidentally pull the wound.

"Hiss—" She was gasping for breath in pain, and sweat broke out on her forehead.

After applying the medicine, she poured water while wiping off her sweat, and poured out a few medicines from the bag mixed with water to drink.

In the dead of night, she slept soundly, completely unaware of a black shadow standing beside the bed.

Qiao Nan was lying on his side, and the corner of his clothes was slowly pulled up to his back, exposing a whole piece of skin on his back. Only a little medicine was rubbed on the edge of the most severe whiplash.

The light from the courtyard came into the room from the window, and Liang Feicheng's slender and handsome eyebrows furrowed deeply.

It was exactly as he thought.

The sound of the rain outside gradually died down. The man's slender and white fingers were dipped in the ointment, and he slowly applied the ointment to the scabbed area bit by bit.

In his sleep, Qiao Nan could feel the pain being relieved, and slowly relaxed his frowning brows, and unconsciously loosened his tightly pursed lips...

When she got up the next day and went downstairs, Fan Qi was already waiting for her. Hearing the sound coming from the stairs, Fan Qi subconsciously looked up and was taken aback.

"Can you tell I'm injured?" Qiao Nan asked in a muffled voice because she was wearing a mask.

Fan Qi waved his hand, "I can't see it at all."

She was wearing a mask and a thick scarf. If it weren't for her unique eyes, Fan Qi would hardly have recognized this person.

Jonan smiled.

Her face is too small, above the mask are her eyes and forehead. When she smiles, her brows and eyes are curved, and those watery eyes are like the surface of a lake blown by the spring breeze.

It made people feel like a spring breeze. At this moment, Fan Qi caught a glimpse of Liang Feicheng coming from the restaurant, and lowered his head in fear of death, and shouted: "Third Young Master."

Qiao Nan also lowered his head and said nothing.

Liang Feicheng's eyes fell on her lowered eyes. Just a second ago, there was still a smile in her eyes, but after hearing Fan Qi call him, the smile disappeared.

"Who taught you to be arrogant?" The cold voice suppressed the cold anger.

Early in the morning, when the third young master got angry, the servants around the living room stopped what they were doing and lowered their heads in unison.

Qiao Nan's face under the mask turned pale: "Third Young Master."

The atmosphere was very tense, Fan Qi didn't dare to speak, it's not like Qiao Nan didn't do this in the past, most of the time when he saw the third master, he just bowed his head, and the third master didn't take it seriously, what happened today?
In the end, it was Xiao Jiu who came over with a briefcase and broke the stiff atmosphere.

"Third Young Master, the car has been arranged."

Liang Feicheng's tall and straight figure walked by, and Qiao Nan raised his head slowly, and said softly to Fan Qi, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Fan Qi drove the car himself. His driving skills were very good, and he drove quickly and steadily all the way to the hospital.

He parked the car downstairs in the inpatient department, and then followed Qiao Nan all the way to the 28th floor.

"I'm going to smoke over there, call me when you're ready." Fan Qi pointed to the smoking area at the other end of the corridor.

Qiao Nan nodded and walked towards the ward.

When she opened the door and went in, she happened to hear grandma asking Sister Zhang why she hadn't arrived yet.

"Grandma." She tried her best to stabilize her emotions, but after she finished speaking, her throat stiffened and her eyes felt hot.

The old man turned his head and saw his granddaughter, so happy that he wanted to get off the bed.

Qiao Nan hurried over to hold grandma's hand through the glove, pretending to be angry and said, "I got carried away just after the operation, like a child."

The old man smiled, and then asked worriedly, "Are you feeling better?"

Although his voice was a little choked up, but he was still full of energy, and Qiao Nan's heart was finally relieved.

"It's almost better."

Xiaojiu told Sister Zhang to tell her grandma that she had caught a cold after suffering from acute gastroenteritis that day, so she could not visit the patient in the hospital.

After she finished speaking, the old man was going to take off her mask, "It's not cold in the room, take it off to breathe better."

Qiao Nan quickly held down Grandma's hand, "I haven't fully recovered from my cold yet, so I can't take off my mask, lest I infect you."

She raised her eyes to meet Miss Zhang's.

When the doctor came to make rounds, Sister Zhang took Qiao Nan by the hand and looked her over from head to toe, "Are you really all right?"

Qiao Nan shook his head, and said gratefully, "You did a great job the day my grandma had the operation, sister Zhang, thank you."

Sister Zhang smiled and said, "It's all trivial matters, as long as you are fine, fortunately, the third young master is here, otherwise I really don't know what to do."

Qiao Nan nodded silently.

At this time, the door of the ward opened, and the doctor in charge of grandma came out.

He walked up to Qiao Nan and said, "I want to discuss with you, Ms. Qiao, about the follow-up treatment plan for the elderly."

After the accident last time, Sister Zhang became more careful and went with Qiao Nan. After making sure that there was no suspicious person in the office, she withdrew.

Just when Qiao Nan was about to sit down, the wall behind the doctor's desk suddenly moved away, and she realized that there was still a lounge inside, but the door was very concealed, no wonder she and Sister Zhang didn't see it.

The shadow of the last time instantly enveloped his heart, Qiao Nan's face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he could not make a sound from his throat.