you are a star

Qiao Nan stayed in the hospital in Lyon for more than half a month, and after all the examinations showed no problems, Liang Feicheng decided to take her back to Yanjing City.

Before going back, Qiao Nan went to the cemetery.

It was a sunny day, the weather was fine early in spring, and it didn't rain.

Qiao Nan stood in front of the unnamed tombstone, she thought her mood would be complicated, but unexpectedly, she was very calm.

He was diagnosed with congenital asthma when he was born. His parents were ordinary people, and such a family could not afford the expensive medical expenses that he might face in the future. He was thrown at the gate of the orphanage.

no name.

His name in the orphanage was Sunday just because it was Sunday.

Later, he was taken by Mr. Liang to Shen Zhao to exchange Liang Muxing, and thrown into the cellar where many children were kept. He lived a dark life. He only had the code name Thirteen.

Later, he survived desperately in the cellar and became Shen Zhao's heir. Shen Zhao named him Shen Jun.

That cursed name has followed him for more than 30 years.

But in fact, he never had a name.

Qiao Nan put a rose flower on the empty tombstone, turned and left.

Among the rolling mountains in the east, the old castle seemed to have lost its mystery in the night, leaving only a depression, the seals and iron chains on the gate swaying gently in the wind.

The roses in the glass greenhouse bloom extraordinarily brilliantly in the sun.

on the plane.

Apart from the accompanying bodyguards, only Xiao Jiu, Liang Feicheng and Qiao Nan were left.

Li Dongbai went back to Yanjing City a week early because he wanted to follow his mother's order to go on a blind date. As for Jing Rong, he had nothing to do with Leon, so he went back after seeing Qiao Nan that day.

"Will your sudden appearance in Yanjing City cause panic?" Qiao Nan asked Liang Feicheng.

After all, in everyone's eyes, Liang Feicheng is already 'dead'.

Wouldn't it be... weird for a 'dead' person to suddenly appear in public view?

Liang Feicheng put the warmed water in her hand, and gave her a reassuring look, "During the time you were raising your body, I didn't let you know so much. The Liang family has already reported my suspended animation, and they said that I was tortured." When it comes to assassination, his life is in danger, and in order to cooperate with Interpol, he needs to fake his death."

Qiao Nan nodded knowingly. In this way, there is no problem at all.

"Besides, it was clarified ten days ago. There are so many news every day. The public has already forgotten about my suspended animation. No one will pay attention to it."

Qiao Nan said with a smile: "I thought I could see a funny scene, think about it, if everyone doesn't know that you are fake death, and you suddenly appear, then someone will shout 'Fake corpse!', just Just thinking about that picture makes me laugh."

Liang Feicheng pinched her face lightly, "What's on your mind all day? The water is warm, drink some first."

Qiao Nan nodded, raised her water glass, and took a sip, then she frowned and asked, "Why is this water a bit bitter?"

"Huh?" Liang Feicheng turned sideways, "Why is it suffering?"

"If you don't believe me, drink it, it's really bitter." Qiao Nan handed the water glass to Liang Feicheng.

Liang Feicheng took it, took a sip, and pursed his lips, "It's not bitter."

Qiao Nan didn't believe it, "You can't feel it if you drink too little, try a big sip."

Just as Liang Feicheng's lips touched the rim of the cup, his eyelids slightly lowered, and the corners of his lips curled up, looking up at Qiao Nan with a half-smile.

Qiao Nan saw that his mind had been punctured, and admitted, "You didn't drink much water today."

"So you just use this coaxing method to make me drink water?"

"Then take another sip."

These words smacked of being coquettish, and Liang Feicheng couldn't do without drinking.

It's late at night.

Qiao Nan leaned against the back of the chair and fell asleep, holding Liang Feicheng's hand firmly with one hand. His delicate little face was no longer pale as before, but a little bloody.

Standing aside, Xiao Jiu saw Liang Feicheng shake off the blanket with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Third Young Master, let me do it."

He spread out the blanket and handed it to Liang Feicheng. Liang Feicheng covered Qiao Nan with the blanket, and leaned her head against his shoulder.

I don't know what I dreamed of, so I called softly: "Third brother."

Liang Feicheng's heart was so soft that he tilted his head and kissed her forehead, "Good night."

Arriving at Yanjing City is around eight o'clock in the morning on the second day in China.

Outside the terminal building, a low-key and luxurious Bentley was parked by the side of the road. Liang Feicheng held Qiao Nan's hand and stopped suddenly.

"Don't move, the shoelace is loose."

At this moment, people were coming and going inside and outside the terminal building, Liang Feicheng seemed to pretend that those people did not exist, and squatted down in front of Qiao Nan.

Qiao Nan felt his face heat up.

She even seemed to see a flash.

Liang Feicheng is the most honorable man in Yanjing City, such a thing is not suitable for him.

"I'll do it myself, there are so many people..."

While speaking, Liang Feicheng had already tied his shoelaces, and stood tall and long in front of Qiao Nan, his tall and straight figure was like a proudly standing pine tree.

He held Qiao Nan's hand naturally, and the warmth of his palm pressed against her fingertips, "Why should you care about other people's eyes, I'm just doing a very ordinary thing."

It turned out that this matter really made the news, but Liang Feicheng didn't call the PR to deal with it, and it happened that the photo didn't capture Qiao Nan's profile.

If Liang Feicheng doesn't deal with it, it's a high-profile show of love in the eyes of outsiders.

Everyone was speculating about the identity of this woman. Could it be that the Liang mansion will have a mistress soon?
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In the luxurious single ward, Jing Rong was sitting by the bed and peeling apples, while the TV on the wall was playing this morning's entertainment news.

He glanced at it, then looked away silently, and calmly looked at the face of the man on the hospital bed from the corner of his eye.

Yu Wenzhou's face was still a little pale, but apart from being pale, there was nothing unusual about it, it was still that handsome face that made everyone angry.

He stared blankly at the TV.

After seeing the news about Liang Feicheng, he frowned, his expression disgusted as if he had eaten a fly.

Afterwards, he sneered disdainfully: "Why is Mr. Liang like licking a dog?"

"People who are in love can't be said to be licking dogs." Jing Rong corrected him.

"Falling in love? You mean, Mr. Liang is in love?" He had been in a coma for several months, and such a disgusting thing happened.

Jing Rong paused while holding the fruit knife, "Who is the person next to him, don't you know?"

Yu Wenzhou pinched the end of the fruit fork with some stiff fingers, and stuffed the apple into his mouth. It was a little sour, and he liked sweet ones.

"Liang Laosan's woman, do I need to know? I don't care what kind of cat or dog she is."

There was no jealousy or emotion in these words, just a normal tone. Jing Rong was his friend and knew him very well.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and took a secret look at Yu Wenzhou.