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Qiao Nan also remembered the golden retriever raised by the Liang mansion before, and knew what Liang Feicheng was awkward about.

With a bad face, he snatched Chacha back from his hand, Liang Feicheng only slightly lifted it, and she snatched it back easily.

The puppy's chubby head was arched in the palm of her hand, she didn't lift her head, and said vaguely: "It's true that the dog was given by him."

Looking up into his eyes, her indifference and the man's profundity are like an abyss separated by the torrent of time, if you are not careful, you will be crushed if you fall into it.

She had already tasted so much bone-piercing pain by his side, and she couldn't take another step.

Therefore, she smiled calmly at the moment: "Third Young Master really doesn't need to be jealous."

Looking at her smile, Liang Feicheng knew that she was stabbing him on purpose, his heart was rubbed by a big hand, but he didn't say anything.

He got up, handed her her mobile phone, and said in secret, "I'm afraid I will live here for a while."

Qiao Nan took the phone and waited for Liang Feicheng to leave before calling Jinse.

A few days ago, Jinse fell down the stairs and sprained her foot. After staying in the courtyard for two days, she had already returned to the empty city. She was drinking black tea when she received the call.

"Jinse, I'm here in Liang Feicheng, and I've encountered a little trouble these days, don't worry, I'll take care of it, you, don't worry."

This is Nanyuan, which has the best security system in Yanjing City. She doesn't have a computer around her, so she doesn't know if her mobile phone will be monitored.

So there are some things that are inconvenient to say on the phone.

She said two consecutive words, don't worry, the first sentence was to Jinse, and the second sentence was for Jinse to pass it on.

Jinse heard it, and didn't say much for the time being, just said a good word, and told her to take care of herself.

After hanging up the phone, Jinse quickly dialed a number and went out.

A man's angry voice came from the phone, and Jin Se asked, "Is Mr. Shen resting..."

After a few seconds, the low voice of the man on the other end of the phone came: "Jinse."

Jinse clenched the phone subconsciously, and said, "Mr. Shen, Qiao Nan was taken away by Liang Feicheng..."

"Well, I already know." The man chuckled lightly.

"Do you need to bring her back?"

The man's voice was very soft, mixed with a soft smile: "No, Little Qiangwei has a sense of proportion, I trust her."

"But I worry about her..."

"Don't worry, Liang Feicheng won't harm her."

……

Qiao Nan lived in Nanyuan for the second day. Fan Qi prepared an electric wheelchair for her to move around upstairs. She had an ankle injury, which made it difficult for her to move.

Upstairs is a great space, with a home theater, a study, and a view of the sea from the terrace.

She had slept for a long time, and she didn't plan to sleep again after lunch. After sleeping for a long time, she was afraid that she would not be able to fall asleep at night, and she was most likely to be affected by emotions in the dead of night.

Sitting in a wheelchair, I pushed open the door of the study. The inside is very spacious and the air is very good. It doesn't have the dirty smell like no one has lived there for a long time. On the contrary, it seems that someone often comes to clean it.

Later, she inadvertently learned from Fan Qi that during the year she left, Liang Feicheng lived in Nanyuan longer than Liang Mansion.

The wheelchair took her to the desk, which was neat.

There are brushes and ink on the table.

A stack of rice paper is pressed with paper.

She knew that this was Liang Feicheng's habit. When he was in a bad mood, he would vent his energy through physical exertion, boxing, punching bags, shooting, fencing.

She just picked up the pen and wrote a point on the paper, when the back of her hand was suddenly covered by a cool hand, holding her hand holding the brush.

Her heart beat fast, and then the man's deep voice rang in her ears.

"The posture of holding the pen is not very good."

She has no interest in continuing to write, or in other words, she can't continue writing.

When did Liang Feicheng come in, she didn't notice it at all, but her hearing is already weak, and it's normal if she didn't pay special attention and didn't notice it.

"Sorry, without your consent..."

However, Liang Feicheng held her hand firmly, and said in a gentle voice, "Nannan, concentrate."

Qiao Nan pursed his dry lips, and was held by him.

Mingming only wrote one 〇 on the paper at the beginning, but Liang Feicheng insisted on holding her hand, followed by the 〇, and wrote the three characters [Liang Feicheng].

The pen is vigorous and powerful, and the writing is smooth and flowing.

He has the character of Liang Feicheng.

There was a slight gleam of light in her eyes, she didn't look back at him, her tone of voice couldn't tell any emotion: "Third Young Master is quite narcissistic."

Liang Feicheng turned his face sideways, looked at her with deep eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "It's okay."

The lips brushed against her earlobe.

Qiao Nan withdrew his hand the moment his words fell, but accidentally knocked over the ink on the table.

The three characters Liang Feicheng just finished were stained with ink in the blink of an eye.

A large area of ​​black ink covered it, and it was no longer possible to see what was written just now.

Qiao Nan's eyelids twitched, and he panicked for no reason, as if something bad was about to happen.

She never believed in such unscientific things, but this feeling was very clear.

Seeing that her face turned pale for a moment, Liang Feicheng frowned, crumpled the piece of paper into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket, and spread another sheet.

He said to her very patiently: "It's okay, just write another one."

Qiao Nan was restless, Liang Feicheng handed over the pen, and she took it, belatedly glanced at it, hung the pen back on the shelf, shook her head and said, "I won't write anymore."

She pressed the button of the wheelchair, turned around, and before she could take two steps, Liang Feicheng pressed his hand on the push handle of the wheelchair, "The space upstairs is limited, I'll take you out for a walk, the sun is very good today."

Now that they have agreed to stay here to cooperate with the withdrawal work, Qiao Nan has no intention of twitching. Appropriate activities will help her divert her attention.

It's just that when Liang Feicheng carried her downstairs very naturally, she still felt awkward. There was so much distance between the two of them, but they were doing such intimate things.

Liang Feicheng looked down at her, his eyes were covered with mist, and his deep voice seemed to overflow from his chest and pour into her left ear.

"Nannan, during this period of time, can you put those things aside temporarily? I won't force you when you recover."

Fan Qi was standing under a tree not far away, watching Liang Feicheng push Qiao Nan's wheelchair, their shadows drawn obliquely by the sun, looked like they were stacked together from a distance.

It looks like an inseparable one.

It would be nice if it could go on like this.

Fan Qi thought sadly.

San Shao has already taken the second pill today, according to what Rong Shao said, two pills will make him addicted, what will San Shao face when the addiction strikes tomorrow...