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Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and Liang's company has also started a holiday until the sixth day of the Lunar New Year.

After the office area was cleaned up, the employees went back to their hometowns and went shopping.

Besides Xiao Jiu, there were six secretaries of the president's office, and they entered the office together to say Happy New Year to Liang Feicheng in advance.

Liang Feicheng has always been cold, and today he seemed particularly repulsed by thousands of miles away, so he just hummed lightly, "Thank you."

The secretaries were used to their boss's temper, and knew it wasn't aimed at them, but they were curious as to who made him angry again.

Just when they were about to leave, Xiao Jiu stopped them: "San Shao prepared red envelopes for you."

As he spoke, he walked up to them and handed a red envelope to each of them.

The red envelope is very thin, as if it is not even as thick as a banknote.

Sansuke is a straightforward person, he secretly opened the red envelope, it was a check, and when he saw the one hundred thousand written on the check, he smiled from ear to ear, "Thank you San Shao."

No wonder everyone wants to squeeze into the Liang family with their heads sharpened. The year-end bonus at the end of the year is not only much higher than that of the same industry, but being a Zhili subordinate of Liang Feicheng also gets a red envelope.

After the six of them went out, Xiao Jiu turned around and asked for instructions: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, will the servants of the Liang mansion have the same red envelopes as the secretary's this year?"

Apart from Qiao Nan, there are 26 servants in the Liang mansion, ranging from housekeepers to yard cleaners, and each of them will receive a red envelope from Liang Feicheng every year on New Year's Eve.

This is the consistent tradition of the Liang Mansion.

Last year's red envelopes were the same as those of the secretaries.

"Well, you can arrange it." Liang Feicheng got up and picked up the coat hanging on the rack.

As he walked out, he called Li Dongbai.

He simply said two words: "Drink."

A silver-gray car drove into the parking lot of MT, Liang Feicheng stepped into the elevator with long legs, and the elevator stopped on the top floor.

There was no one else in the box except Li Dongbai.

Li Dongbai rushed over after a call from Liang Feicheng, and arrived 5 minutes earlier than him.

What happened last night was too much trouble, Li Dongbai could tell from the expression on his face when he entered the door that he was still angry, Qiao Nan's behavior last night was more than just poking his bottom line.

At the beginning, Liang Feicheng drank two bottles of wine. Li Dongbai didn't dare to persuade him, but just sat quietly on the side and poured wine for him. He knew how much he had drunk before he opened his mouth.

"How to deal with it?" Li Dongbai asked.

They didn't ask who or what it was. The two had known each other for more than 20 years and had already formed a tacit understanding.

Liang Feicheng poured a glass of wine into his mouth, "Shut up."

Li Dongbai paused when he lit his cigarette, and looked at him, "What do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

Li Dongbai was stunned for more than two seconds before he polished the lighter, lit a cigarette, threw the lighter on the coffee table, put his left leg on his right, and half-closed his eyes.

"Afraid that she will run away or punish her?"

Liang Feicheng remained silent and did not answer.

Li Dongbai flicked off the cigarette ash, "If it's the former, why bother. Her grandmother is her weakness, and she herself knows very well what the consequences of running away are."

Liang Feicheng's cold eyes stared at the scratch on the back of his hand, which was caught by her when he tied Qiao Nan's wrist with a tie last night.

That was also him, the only time he tied her up.

At that time, her eyes looked like a wild beast on the edge of a cliff.

Like the sky on this rainy night, it was so dark that it made one's heart palpitate.

After nightfall, the rain became heavier and heavier, with big raindrops crackling on the glass windows.

It is rare for Yanjing City to have such a heavy rain in winter. It seems to wash away the dirt of this century-old city.

Lightning flashed faintly across the sky.

Qiao Nan was lying on the bed hot all over, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his temples on both sides were throbbing.

Her consciousness was so burnt that she didn't touch any of the food brought by the servants on the table. It wasn't that she didn't want to eat it, but that she couldn't pull up any energy at all.

When a thunderbolt pierced the sky, her body huddled on the bed trembled violently.

I don't know if it was a dream or a memory, but the first scene where Liang Feicheng was drugged and took away from her three years ago made her suddenly open her eyes, panting heavily.

A hot tear fell from the corner of his eye and fell into the pillow.

She had been in a coma since the afternoon, and the lights in the house were not turned on, so she could vaguely see where she was only when the lightning flashed by.

It was the utility room, not Liang Feicheng's room, nor was it three years ago now.

She breathed a sigh of relief in a trance, the pain and high fever in her body weighed her down like a mountain, and she couldn't breathe.

The air in her lungs seemed to be squeezed out, she breathed weakly, except for the abnormal blush on her cheeks, the rest of her face was frighteningly white.

She knew that she had a high fever not only because of catching a cold, but also because of the inflammation in the place where Liang Feicheng tortured her.

The lights in the house were still not turned on, and she looked at the window feebly. It was raining heavily, and the glass of the window was blurred.

The Liang mansion has a long history. The windows in the utility room are still of the old style, with iron railings, and the door is locked on the outside. This house is no different from a prison.

She looked at the window and was in a daze. Somehow, she remembered something from her childhood, a long time ago, something that she almost forgot.

Liang Feicheng's sister who married abroad has a son who is extremely naughty. He once played with a slingshot and broke a Ming Dynasty porcelain vase.

Mr. Liang bought it from a Hong Kong businessman. It is very precious.

The boy was locked in the utility room by his mother for self-reflection. After Mr. Liang found out, it was three hours later.

Old Man Liang was furious, he couldn't bear to lock up his grandson, and hurriedly asked someone to open the door of the utility room.

But when the servant opened the door, the little boy who was supposed to be meditating inside disappeared.

The house was in a mess, and the wind was blowing in through the open window, and two iron railings on the window were removed, and the boy escaped through the window.

At this moment, the doors and windows were closed, but Qiao Nan suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing over her. Her back immediately felt fine pimples, and her palms broke out in a layer of cold sweat.

She has been in the Liang mansion for so many years, and the Liang mansion has been repaired once on a large scale and once on a small scale.

But I don't know if the housekeeper forgot or didn't care about this place at all. The windows in the utility room have never been repaired. At that time, the two removed iron railings were only installed back.

So until now the two iron railings are movable.

But almost everyone has forgotten about it.

If she hadn't suddenly looked at the window and recalled that incident, she would have forgotten it long ago.

For a moment, Qiao Nan's dim eyes seemed to light up.