you are a star

Mr. Liang was sitting on the sofa. After hearing what he said, his gray brows frowned, and he said in a deep voice, "Come with me!"

Steward Feng helped him stand up, and he brushed his hand away, "I'm not so old yet!"

Leaning on crutches, without even looking at Liang Feicheng, he turned around, walked around the stairs, and walked straight to the back of the house.

Behind the house is a promenade, and outside the fence is a pond with many precious carp.

When Mr. Liang heard the steady footsteps behind him, he exploded in anger. His crutches smashed the fish feed on the ground, turned around angrily and cursed, "Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

"What's on my mind?" Liang Feicheng was a little taller than him, looking down at him with calm and indifferent eyes.

Mr. Liang turned pale with anger at his rhetorical question, and gasped, "Why don't you find a girlfriend, your condition is still a bachelor?"

"You're not for that..."

Liang Feicheng watched him panting quietly, and pressed his thin lips tightly, "You think too much, I just don't want to look for it yet."

"Take a good rest as soon as you get off the plane. Don't worry about things you don't need to worry about. People who are almost eighty."

Just as he turned around, Mr. Liang's hoarse voice was imperceptibly cold: "Don't make those excuses, some people I can keep her for so long, and I can easily make her disappear."

Liang Feicheng's footsteps stopped, his fingers hanging by his side curled up almost imperceptibly, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

When he walked into the living room, he slowed down a little, glanced sideways at the back of the screen, and looked away.

"Third young master, do you want to have lunch at home?" the housekeeper asked.

"No need." Liang Feicheng walked out of the living room with his long legs with a cold expression.

The car door was closed, and after Xiao Jiu got into the car, the man in the rear compartment asked coldly, "Is Qiao Nan back?"

"I'm back." Xiao Jiu replied.

Liang Feicheng's eyes fell on the utility room window through the rain-soaked car window, his thin lips pursed, and he said in a cold voice, "Let's drive."

The car slowly drove out of Liang's mansion. Liang Feicheng raised his hand, with his slender fingers resting on the center of his brow, and frowned slightly.

The old man's eyeliner in Yanjing City is all within his control. How did those things spread to England?

When the car left Liang's mansion, the butler looked sideways at Mr. Liang who came out from the back of the house.

"Old man, the third young master is very repulsed by this matter, why don't you just wait a little longer?"

"Don't wait, I'm coming back this time to solve his lifelong affairs. He is young, and he will understand in a few years. What I did is for his own good!" The old man sat on the sofa.

The butler hurriedly took the hot tea from the servant's hand, and handed it over carefully.

Mr. Liang pinched the lid of the cup with his fingers, threw away the tea, took a sip, and turned to him and asked, "Do you have a picture of Su Yi?"

"Yes." The butler replied.

"Show me."

The butler picked up the tablet computer from the low table next to the half-person height vase, opened it with his finger, and found Su Yi's photo posted on the Internet.

Although she is in the drama circle, she is also a celebrity.

"Grandpa, take a look."

Mr. Liang put on his reading glasses and squinted his eyes for a few times.

"It looks like Zhou Zheng. It's not necessary to find someone to match the Liang family. The family background is clean. Since you are close to the third child, let's invite him to have a meal at home. I said that I wanted to thank her for saving me. About the third child."

"Yes."

When it was time for lunch, the housekeeper knocked on Qiao Nan's door and asked her to feed Liang Muxing.

It took Qiao Nan a while to open the door, his face was pale, only his cheeks were stained with a strange blush, and he had a fever.

Butler Feng frowned, and his voice was not as cold and harsh as before, but calmed down: "Put on a mask when you have a cold, so as not to infect Mr. Liang."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Qiao Nan raising his hand to put on the mask. She was ready and thoughtful.

The butler had nothing to say and urged her twice.

Qiao Nan went around from the back of the house so as not to meet Mr. Liang head-on.

When feeding Liang Muxing porridge, she lost her mind several times, and her mind was always lingering on an advertisement that popped up on the computer just now.

Publicity for the International Hackathon.

She glanced at the reward, the champion was 30 yuan.

The moment she saw the bonus, she made up her mind.

She wants to participate!

However, there are so many masters in this kind of competition, she has never competed with others, so she doesn't know where her level is.

"Nannan, it's hot...it's hot..." Liang Muxing spoke with his tongue out, interrupting Qiao Nan's thoughts.

She came back to her senses suddenly, quickly put the spoon back into the bowl, picked up the napkin and wiped off the porridge flowing from the corner of his mouth, it was so hot that he spit it out.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Liang, come, take a sip of warm water." She handed the glass to his mouth.

Liang Muxing shook his head after taking two sips, pointed at the spoon in the bowl, "Blow blow."

Qiao Nan nodded with a smile, and slowly fed him mouthful.

After feeding, she suddenly heard an old man coughing, and turned her head abruptly.

Mr. Liang stood by the door. He didn't know how long he stood there. He didn't come in or leave. Instead, he passed her and stared at the foolish Liang Muxing.

His eyes were slightly red, and he was leaning on a cane with both hands, and the straight dragon-headed cane trembled faintly.

As a parent, how could he tolerate his child becoming like this, and not coming back for so long, isn't he trying to escape...

Suddenly, his eyes moved to Qiao Nan's face.

"Wang Shan, throw her into the cellar for me!"

Wang Shan was the bodyguard who kicked Qiao Nan and forced her to kneel on the ground before. He was stronger than ordinary bodyguards, and was [-] meters tall.

Qiao Nan didn't even have a chance to escape the struggle, his wrist bones were almost crushed by him!
The cellar door shut with a bang.

"Let me out!" Qiao Nan rushed over, but his finger was pinched by the door, and the sharp pain made her eyes go dark.

Darkness and coldness hit our faces.

……

Butler Feng looked at the time. Qiao Nan had been locked in the cellar for more than three hours.

She was still having a fever, and her body was weak, so she might even die if she continued like this.

He had been the housekeeper of the Liang mansion for decades, so he was naturally sympathetic to the Liang family. The position he stood made him hate and resent Qiao Nan, but it really killed her...

He never thought about it that way.

Before Mr. Liang woke up from his lunch break, he went to the living room and picked up the phone. Just as he was about to dial the number, he heard an old and hoarse voice.

"Old Feng, what are you doing?"

Steward Feng's hands trembled, he looked up at the old man on the stairs, he held the receiver tightly and put it back, he lowered his head and said, "Old man, are you awake?"

"Let me ask you, what were you doing just now!" Mr. Liang's voice suddenly sank.

Butler Feng's face turned pale, and he stood there with his head down, not daring to speak.

"Are you going to call the third child?"

Mr. Liang pointed in the direction of Liang Muxing's room with his crutches, and said with a choked voice, "That woman made my son look like this, don't I dare to punish her!"