you are a star

Liang Yi immediately told Liang Feicheng the news.

Hearing this, Liang Feicheng frowned slightly, without any emotional change on his face, and said coldly, "Did you call an ambulance?"

"The hotel has already been called, and I sent someone to follow, just in case." Liang Yi replied.

Liang Feicheng nodded, and hummed: "How come you get food poisoning, what did you eat?"

"It's because the foie gras and caviar provided by the hotel are not fresh, and they drank some red wine."

It was supposed to be a delicious combination, but it became a sharp weapon to hurt them.

Liang Feicheng raised his eyes and glanced at her, his eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, making it impossible to recognize his real expression, "In special times, their identities are also special, so people should pay close attention to it, don't make any mistakes. "

Liang Yi nodded, "Yes."

Liang Feicheng's hand holding the pen was slightly clenched, and the fingernails were pressed into a cold bluish white.

It was such a coincidence that something went wrong when the agreement was to be signed, and it was because the food was not fresh, which is the worst mistake a hotel should make.

The person is the hotel where Mr. Liang arranged to stay, and if something goes wrong, Mrs. Liang is duty-bound.

If it's not a coincidence, someone is going to target Liang.

Seeing that his brows were slightly furrowed and his eyes darkened, Liang Yi glanced at his hand holding the pen, feeling a slight pain in his heart. She knew how much he valued this project.

"Third brother, things should not be complicated."

Liang Feicheng withdrew his gaze from staring at the computer screen. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Liang Yi who was standing next to him, and said without changing his face, "Well, just ask someone to keep an eye on it. Go get busy."

Liang Yi's breath sank, unable to hold back the man's cold aura, he nodded and walked out.

Liang Feicheng didn't look at Liang Yi, leaned back in the chair, pulled his tie slightly, and raised his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows.

Just then, Rong Chi called.

"Jinghong's morning sickness has been severe for the past two days, and I don't have time to care about you, how is it?" Rong Chi asked him about his situation as soon as he opened his mouth.

Liang Feicheng walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with his mobile phone in hand, with one hand in his pocket, his slender figure fell in the afternoon sun, extraordinarily tall and handsome.

"Don't be distracted by my affairs, take care of the people who should be taken care of." Rong Chi has already sacrificed too much time for him, and Liang Feicheng knows it in his heart even though he doesn't talk about it.

Even if he didn't see him in person, Rong Chi could still feel that Liang Feicheng was softer than before, and said with a smile: "Hundred refined steel has turned into soft fingers?"

"I'm happy." Liang Feicheng smiled faintly.

"If Lao Bai hears this, he will definitely mock you for making your fingers soft, and you won't be able to get tough."

"He will be jealous of me, and he can't handle his emotional problems clearly."

The next second, Rong Chi put away his smile, "I haven't answered my question yet, how are you doing these days?"

Liang Feicheng took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, put one in his lips, and lit the lighter with one hand, the flames sprang up, and two flames flashed in his eyes.

He took a drag on the cigarette and exhaled slowly.

In his mind, the woman hugged his waist and asked him coquettishly how many cigarettes he smoked.

Then he would smile and praise him for being so good.

He suddenly smiled.

Rong Chi on the other end of the phone heard him laughing. After all, he was a good buddy for many years. He immediately sensed something, and snorted coldly: "I'm talking to you about business, who told you to miss Qiao Nan?"

Only Qiao Nan in this world can distract him when he is talking about business, and he is simply convinced.

Liang Feicheng frowned, his cold face blurred by bluish-white smoke.

"Not much, as I told you before, the drug affected me so much that it was hard not to think about it, but most of the time I could bear it, but in the dead of night, my mind was empty of other thoughts. It’s easy to remember.”

Rong Chi on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and said in a serious tone: "Third brother, if you continue like this, you may have to take coercive measures."

Liang Feicheng's hand holding the cigarette paused, and a piece of ash fell and scattered in all directions, floating sporadically on his black trousers.

In an instant, it melted into the black.

He pursed his thin lips.

At this time, Liang Yi knocked on the door and came in with a cup of coffee in her hand. The coffee was cold because she reported something to the hotel, so she made a new cup.

Liang Feicheng said to Rong Chi on the phone: "Just a little more time."

After hanging up the phone, he walked to the desk, stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and looked up at the coffee Liang Yi brought in, "It's better to call Xiao Jiu for this kind of thing in the future."

Liang Yi froze on the spot, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, but he forced a smile and said, "Okay, I see."

……

Qiao Nan woke up after a nap and found that the sun was almost setting.

It's past the beginning of spring, and it's getting dark slowly. She glanced at the time, and it was almost five o'clock.

She hurriedly put on her clothes and went downstairs. Seeing her running in a hurry, Sister Fang rushed to meet her, "Why is Miss Qiao in such a panic?"

"I overslept, Sister Fang, are you ready for the materials I asked you to prepare for me?" Qiao Nan asked as he tied his hair back.

Sister Fang nodded, "Ready, are you going to start doing it now?"

Qiao Nan walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, and warm water flowed out. She stretched out her hands and washed it, "It must be done before he comes back from get off work. You can make dinner, and I will do it."

At first, Sister Fang thought she was the kind of delicate woman who didn't touch the spring water with her ten fingers, and she was not optimistic that she would succeed once.

But she was quite proficient in the movements and techniques of kneading noodles. She was surprised when she fried the black sesame seeds, "Has Miss Qiao done it before?"

Qiao Nan shook his head, "I haven't made it for a long time, but it doesn't seem to be very unfamiliar." Seeing things, my mind automatically remembered the scene of making glutinous rice balls back then.

At that time, the servants in the Liang mansion were as polite as Sister Fang, and they all treated her as their master.

After making the glutinous rice balls, Qiao Nan said: "The glutinous rice balls are cooked quickly, let's cook them when they come back."

Sister Fang also agreed: "Okay, let me put it away for you first."

Qiao Nan washed his hands, went out to feed Chacha dog food, and then sat on a rattan chair in the porch with Chacha in his arms. The sun had already set and the sky was getting dark.

She wrapped her coat in her arms and held Chacha and looked out. There was a wide asphalt road in the middle of the flat withered grass.

Qiao Nan waited until it was dark but did not see Liang Feicheng's car.

Suddenly her phone rang. It was a WeChat message sent to her by Yanxi. She clicked on it and saw a picture, followed by a voice from Yanxi:
【Look, Qiao Qiao, they said it was Young Master Liang. 】

Qiao Nan didn't understand what Yan Xi was talking about, so he clicked on the screenshot, which seemed to be a clip from a certain news.

The eye-catching word "drug abuse" throbbed in her brain nerves.