you are a star

Qiao Nan got out of the car and walked towards the main building in small steps, trying to distance himself from Liang Feicheng.

The back of the man is tall and straight, and the long black windbreaker makes his figure more and more slender.

The light shone from a distance, extending his slender shadow to Qiao Nan's feet.

At this time, Steward Feng ran out in a hurry, and when he saw Liang Feicheng, he said solemnly, "Third Young Master, Mr. Liang still refuses to eat or take medicine. It's not an option to go on like this."

Liang Feicheng frowned, turned his body slightly sideways, and said indifferently, "Hurry up."

Only then did the housekeeper see Qiao Nan who was advancing swiftly behind him. He hadn't seen her for seven or eight days since she disappeared.

Thinking of the Third Young Master looking for her non-stop around New Year's Eve, he felt angry, but when he thought of her coming back, Mr. Liang's situation might improve.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to be angry or happy.

In the end, he compromised his attitude, snorted lightly, and said calmly, "You're finally back."

Qiao Nan was accustomed to his attitude and tone, but asked, "Will Uncle Liang refuse to eat?"

The butler snorted coldly: "You can count how many days you haven't taken care of Mr. Liang, and you still have the nerve to ask!"

"What's the use of talking about it?" Liang Feicheng interrupted coldly.

Qiao Nan glanced at him, and walked quickly inside. Liang Muxing's roar and the sound of smashing things could be heard from a distance.

"Third Young Master, Mr. Liang's temperament has changed a bit recently. Will he stop listening to Qiao Nan?" The housekeeper was very worried.

Liang Feicheng looked at the back of the woman walking quickly with deep eyes, and said lightly: "Try it first, if it doesn't work..."

He didn't speak, but Butler Feng already knew.

If it doesn't work, it can only be sent to the madhouse.

Liang Muxing's room is very large, a suite with three entrances and three exits.

As soon as Qiao Nan walked into the living room, a piece of broken porcelain flew by her feet, barely brushed her shoe, and fell to her feet with a thud.

A maid ran out crying, covering her face. The left side of her cheek seemed to be scalded, it was red, and the collar of her white uniform was stained with sticky porridge.

Qiao Nan frowned, quickened his pace, and shouted through the curtain: "Uncle Liang!"

When she entered, Liang Muxing was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a shoehorn in his hand, blushing and beating a maid on the head.

The maid didn't dare to cry, she just squatted on the ground with her head in her arms and shed tears from the pain. Liang Muxing's strength was amazing, and the other's scalp was bleeding.

Qiao Nan was terrified.

Three years ago, the doctor diagnosed Liang Muxing not only as stupid but also with severe mania.

It's just that under normal circumstances his mania doesn't flare up.

And before the attack was not so serious to the point of beating people.

Qiao Nan instantly realized the seriousness of the matter!
She strode over, snatched the shoehorn from Liang Muxing's hand, picked up the maid on the ground with the other hand, and said indifferently, "Go out."

As if seeing a savior, the maid forgot how she usually tripped Qiao Nan up, gave her a grateful glance, and hurried out of the room.

Liang Muxing was robbed of his belongings, and became angry with embarrassment, his neck was flushed, and the blue veins from the jaw line to the collarbone were stretched straight, and he roared hoarsely.

The words are not words, just a simple roar, like a wild beast.

He didn't have anything in his hand, so he waved his arms and clenched his fists to hit his head!

The sound of bang bang bang was creepy.

"Uncle Liang, it's me, I'm Nan Nan!" Qiao Nan's voice suddenly rose, and he hurriedly grabbed his strong hand.

A mentally disturbed person is often very strong, even if he has been hungry for several meals.

Liang Muxing raised his head with red eyes, he had stopped roaring, his face was flushed red, his forehead was covered with hot sweat, and he stared blankly at Qiao Nan's face.

After a while, a hoarse voice came out of his mouth: "Nan... Nan Nan..."

"Yes, it's me. I'm Nan Nan. I'm back, Uncle Liang." She followed the temptation and grabbed his other hand on his head.

Calmly spread out his clenched fingers, making him no longer aggressive.

With the wind blowing from Liang Muxing's mouth, the hands that were held by Qiao Nan were pulled out suddenly, and then he hugged Qiao Nan's soft waist, crying loudly.

"Nannan, they bullied me, bullied me, told me to eat terrible things..."

Qiao Nan patted his back and coaxed him softly: "Uncle Liang is not afraid, I won't let them bully you when I come back, don't be afraid, Nan Nan is here."

He must stabilize his emotions now.

Liang Muxing tightened his arms, hugged her waist even tighter, pressed his face to her body, and cried so much.

When Liang Feicheng saw this scene when he entered the door, his expression turned cold.

The fingers hanging by his side were tightly clenched, and he strode over with expressionless strides to pull Qiao Nan away!

Qiao Nan was staggered by his pull, and before he could stabilize his body, he heard him say in a cold voice, "Go get another bowl of porridge."

The butler brought the porridge in, looked at Liang Muxing carefully, and handed the bowl to Qiao Nan.

Qiao Nan took it, and glanced at his right cheek. There was a wound, and it looked like it was also injured by Liang Muxing.

She walked over and pulled a round stool to sit in front of Liang Muxing, coaxing him like a child: "Uncle Liang, can you eat well?"

Liang Muxing drooped his head, his eyes were red, and he nodded reluctantly.

Qiao Nan smiled slightly, and brought a spoonful of nutritious porridge to his mouth, and Liang Muxing opened his mouth obediently.

Liang Feicheng watched Liang Muxing eat mouthful after mouthful, and his eyes fell on Qiao Nan's delicate face as big as a palm, his eyes became more and more secretive.

Even Butler Feng, who was standing aside, felt a little bit surprised.

He has personally experienced how bad Liang Muxing's situation has been in the past few days, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a big battle every time he feeds food and medicine.

But when Qiao Nan came back, things changed.

Why... the only way to listen to Qiao Nan?

Liang Muxing opened his mouth to hold the spoon in his mouth, took a sip, and said hoarsely, "Nannan, don't go, don't go..."

Qiao Nan glanced at him silently, knowing that he meant to tell her not to leave again.

Her momentary hesitation fell into Liang Feicheng's eyes.

The same expression gushed out from the depths of the man's dark brown eyes, spreading like a mist in his eyes.

Qiao Nan didn't answer, Liang Muxing repeated it over and over again, so she had to deal with him: "Okay, don't go."

After feeding him half a bowl of porridge, she stopped, worried that he would vomit, and didn't dare to feed him too much at once.

When he looked up, Liang Feicheng was no longer in the room.

The housekeeper took the bowl from her, and she carefully wiped Liang Muxing's mouth and hands, and the housekeeper brought another bowl of medicine before going to bed.

The dark brown medicine swayed in the porcelain white bowl with a bitter taste.

Smelling it from a distance, Qiao Nan frowned. No wonder Liang Muxing was so repulsive. Normal people might not be able to drink it.

The housekeeper said: "Western medicine is no longer effective. Mr. Liang's stomach should be treated with traditional Chinese medicine first."

Qiao Nan hummed, sat by the bed, and patiently coaxed Liang Muxing to drink the medicine.

The most difficult problems in Liang's mansion were solved in minutes by her. Liang Muxing was very obedient, and the housekeeper got the nauseous medicine, and it took a few minutes for him to see the bottom.

Steward Feng breathed a sigh of relief, as expected, Qiao Nan was still needed to take care of Mr. Liang.

Qiao Nan waited until Liang Muxing fell asleep before leaving.

It was almost midnight when we got back to the utility room.

The moment she opened the door, she found that the lights in the room were on, and Liang Feicheng was standing in front of the window with his back to her, with a cold sense of distance just from his back.