you are a star

A silver-gray car slowly drove into the Liang mansion.

The lights of the car were like pillars, and the rain was like sharp silver arrows, glowing coldly, making people upset.

Liang Feicheng pressed the center of his eyebrows with his slender and clean fingers, and Cen Bo's lips were pursed tightly.

His stern face looked a little pale.

Xiao Jiu took a look through the endoscope and asked worriedly, "Does San Shao have a stomachache?"

Liang Feicheng didn't make a sound, but the coldness between his brows became a little deeper.

The car was parked in the courtyard of the Liang mansion, and the ground lamps in the courtyard meandered from not far away, making this century-old mansion a bit solemn and mysterious.

The housekeeper had seen the headlights coming, and now he was standing under the porch holding a big black umbrella.

As soon as the car stopped, he hurried over with an umbrella and opened the door.

"Third young master, are you feeling unwell?" The butler saw his unusual expression at a glance.

Knowing that he won't say anything, he never said a word when he was sick.

He hurriedly looked at Xiao Jiu.

Xiao Jiu took a look at Liang Feicheng's face, and then whispered: "San Shao has been drinking, and his stomach hurts."

The butler frowned, but he didn't dare to say anything. He could only persuade him as usual: "Third Young Master, let's drink less. Alcohol is harmful after all."

Liang Feicheng didn't answer.

The butler had no choice but to prop up the umbrella high, and followed Liang Feicheng up the stairs.

When I got back to the house, I quickly asked someone to pour a cup of hot water.

When the hot water came, he put the water glass in front of Liang Feicheng, and said happily, "Fortunately, the call came, otherwise the hot water wouldn't be able to boil."

Liang Feicheng paused slightly while holding the water glass, looked up at him, and said coldly, "Did the power go out before?"

"Yes," the housekeeper replied, "it wasn't a trip, and I don't know why. Later, I called the power supply station. They said that there was a problem with the system, and it was resolved quickly."

Something went wrong with the system?

Liang Feicheng drank the hot water silently, his sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He didn't say anything, he put down his water glass and stood up, his cold eyes swept across the screen behind the living room, his dark brown pupils were filled with a secretive haze.

He didn't speak for a while, and the butler followed his gaze. There was nothing special on the other side of the screen, but a few steps to the left behind the screen was the utility room.

He understood, and exchanged a glance with Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu also had a secretive expression.

The housekeeper said slowly, "I only came out once and went to the bathroom once."

Liang Muxing hadn't slept yet, and he didn't know what was going on in the room, but the knocking sound came out.

"What time is it?" Liang Feicheng's voice sank.

The housekeeper showed embarrassment and explained: "Mr. Liang hasn't slept well these days."

Liang Feicheng looked away from the screen and turned to Liang Muxing's room.

As soon as he saw him, Liang Muxing immediately fell silent, looked at his stern face, and shook off the shoehorn in his hand.

With a snap, the butler hurried up to pick it up and put it away.

Liang Feicheng stood at the door with tall legs and long legs. He was elegant and dignified, and his outstanding facial features were seven or eight points similar to Liang Muxing's.

When Liang Muxing was healthy and normal, the two brothers occasionally appeared in the public eye at the same time.

Some people say that they are carved out of the same mold.

Butler Feng, who has been in the Liang mansion for so many years, naturally thinks so.

He watched Liang Feicheng grow up, and felt that Liang Feicheng became more and more like Liang Muxing year after year, but his facial features were more refined and more refined than Liang Muxing's.

If people don't know that they are brothers, just looking at the age difference between the two, they will mistakenly think that they are father and son.

Seeing a few drops of saliva dripping from the corner of Liang Muxing's mouth, Liang Feicheng frowned, walked over, took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket, and bent down.

Liang Muxing was afraid of him, as soon as Liang Feicheng approached, he shrank back, as if he was afraid of being hit by him.

"Don't move." Liang Feicheng showed displeasure.

Liang Muxing was really obedient and "obedient". He was trembling all over, staring closely at Liang Feicheng's face.

He was so afraid of Liang Feicheng that even the housekeeper found it strange.

Liang Feicheng was hardly aggressive towards him, at most he just scolded him twice when he was upset, and it was very unlikely that Liang Feicheng would be upset.

Even so, Liang Muxing was still very afraid of Liang Feicheng.

"Why don't you sleep?" Liang Feicheng asked him in a flat voice.

Liang Muxing looked at him aggrievedly, and murmured: "Nannan..."

Since Qiao Nan was injured, for nearly a month, the care of him fell on the shoulders of the housekeeper.

Liang Muxing was very clingy to Qiao Nan before.

Qiao Nan had to coax him when he couldn't fall asleep.

Liang Feicheng frowned deeply, his stomach convulsed, but there was no change in expression on his face, still showing a bit of indifference: "No."

Liang Muxing drooped his head and made a humming sound. Liang Feicheng couldn't stand him like this, and his face immediately sank.

He straightened his back, clenched his hands into fists and rested on his stomach calmly, turned around and strode out of the room.

The housekeeper hurriedly followed him, knowing that he was angry, and he especially couldn't see Liang Muxing's stupid look.

Mr. Liang seldom disciplined Liang Feicheng back then, and Liang Feicheng followed Liang Muxing most of the time, so the relationship between their brothers has always been very good.

The so-called elder brother is like a father, how much Liang Feicheng respects his elder brother, how sad and powerless he is when he sees his stupid look.

"Third Young Master, don't get angry with Mr. Liang." The housekeeper persuaded.

Liang Feicheng's stern face tensed up, and his voice was mixed with a trace of heaviness, "I'm not angry with him."

How could she be angry with him?
He walked to the living room and stopped, just when the housekeeper thought he was going to release Qiao Nan, the bodyguard who had just finished patrolling suddenly ran in——

"Third Young Master, there seems to be signs that the side door has been opened."

Liang Feicheng's cold eyes fell right behind the screen.

Power outage, side door...

Two words flashed through his mind like lightning, drawing out the darkest fear in his heart.

He strode over to the door of the utility room, pinched the lock with his fingers, and with a click, the lock was released.

The door was pushed in vigorously, and bounced back a few inches against the wall with a bang.

The air was convected for a moment, and the cold and damp wind blew in from the opposite window, making the curtains rattle, and the curtains were washed by the rain and most of them were drenched.

The person who was supposed to be in the room at this moment disappeared.

The housekeeper was shocked: "Why..."

Liang Feicheng's face was extremely cold. He walked to the window and pulled open the curtain with a swipe. The cold wind suddenly blew on him like a sharp knife.

He stared closely at the window where two iron railings had been removed, the blood on his face instantly faded, and he gritted his teeth sullenly!