you are a star

In the dead of night in the corridor of the inpatient department, there was a sound of steady footsteps.

The dozing nurse trembled, opened her eyes suddenly, and saw the handsome man in front of her, she was so frightened that her soul would fly away——

"Liang... Third Young Master Liang!"

The man didn't stop, and walked straight in one direction, as if a beast that had already locked its target suddenly appeared after dormant, with boundless darkness surging in his eyes.

Liang Feicheng stood at the door of the ward, looking in through the window of the door.

It was not dark inside, but a bedside lamp was turned on.

Looking from his direction, there was a bottle of medicine hanging on the head of the bed, and an infusion tube connected to the back of the woman's thin white hand.

The bed curtain blocked the woman's face. She was lying on her side and her shoulders rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing. She should have fallen asleep.

A slender body huddled on a small bed about one meter away. A slender and tender ankle was exposed at the end of the bed, and there was a bright red mole on the bone.

Like an agate dotted on the best jade.

"Third Young Master, did you go to the wrong place?" The nurse was trembling, with one hand silently protecting the doorknob of the ward.

Although she is afraid of authority, she is also responsible for the safety of the patient, let alone a patient whom Dr. Deng has specially instructed.

"It's her that I'm looking for." Liang Feicheng said in a low voice, and most of the gloom that had lingered between his brows for the past two days faded away.

His eyes were indifferent, but he was full of majesty. The nurse let go of her hand in fright, and stood aside dumbfounded.

This patient was admitted the night before, and the New Year's Eve had no one to accompany her. Everyone in the department was discussing whether she had no family.

I couldn't help but feel compassion for her, especially the beautiful woman who even women can't bear to be jealous of is really lovable.

But such a woman who everyone thought was an orphan actually got involved with the third young master of the Liang family.

gosh...

Liang Feicheng held the doorknob with his fingers, and when he pushed it a little, he found that the door was very tight. He pressed his fingers hard, and with a click, without much noise, he pushed the door open and walked in.

His footsteps seemed to be deliberately slowed down, his fingertips pressed against his dry palms, his handsome face became more and more cold and profound, and it was only when he walked to the bedside that he could see the woman's face clearly.

Pale and delicate.

thinner.

Liang Feicheng took a few steps closer, casting a shadow on Qiao Nan's body, rubbed his cool fingers a few times in his palm, and then stretched out his hand to touch her forehead.

Looking up again at the name of the potion hanging in front of him, Xiu frowned.

The gloom covering the brows completely dissipated, gradually revealing the depth of the eyes that others cannot see.

The nurse stood by the door and looked inside cautiously.

When he saw that Liang Sanshao was just standing by the hospital bed, poking his forehead and looking at the medicine, and did not do anything excessive to the patient, he was relieved.

Just as she was about to leave.

"Bring in the remaining potion to be hanged." An indifferent male voice came gently.

The nurse nodded, and hurried to the medicine preparation area to bring out the small basket.

When entering the ward, he didn't dare to take a long look, lowered his head, put the small basket on the bedside table, and asked in a low voice, "Does Third Young Master have any other orders?"

"Go on with your business."

The door of the ward was closed from the outside. In the confined space, Liang Feicheng sat by the bed, looked sideways at the woman lying beside her, and resisted the urge to smoke.

The thumb brushed across the woman's bloodless lips, and the corners of Liang Feicheng's mouth curled up into an arc that seemed mocking but not ironic.

After all, there is no escape.

Sitting in the car, Xiao Jiu and Fan Qi looked into the lobby of the inpatient department from time to time, but no one came down after waiting for half an hour.

At night, the surrounding area is very quiet.

Fan Qi took a deep breath, put his head in his pocket and asked Xiao Jiu, "Is Qiao Nan going to be okay?"

Xiao Jiu shook her head, "It's hard to say, you know San Shao's rules, this is the second time for Qiao Nan to run away, and he just hid under his nose, can San Shao not get angry?"

"Speaking of which, Qiao Nan is quite powerful. If it wasn't for the third young master's dispatch this time..."

Xiao Jiu interrupted him: "We don't want to say these things outside."

Fan Qi was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly, with a serious expression, "Yes."

Both of them hugged their arms and leaned back on the back of the chair at the same time, they were speechless for a while, they didn't know if they were asleep or in a daze, neither of them spoke again.

It was probably after midnight that Liang Feicheng came out of the elevator, wrapped a man in his coat, and hugged his chest horizontally.

Xiao Jiu and Fan Qi got out of the car quickly.

Fan Qi opened the door of the rear compartment, and Xiao Jiu strode closer, "Third Young Master."

He looked away, not daring to look into the man's arms at all.

Liang Feicheng glanced down. The woman was in a deep sleep, a little short of breath due to illness, breathing with her mouth slightly open, her delicate face pressed against his chest.

During the process of reducing the fever, I sweated a lot, and a few strands of hair stuck to my cheeks.

After getting into the car, Liang Feicheng brushed away the few strands of hair without looking up, and ordered, "Go to Nanyuan."

Xiao Jiu and Fan Qi were stunned at the same time.

Not going back to Liang Mansion?
But the two of them didn't dare to ask any more questions, Fan Qi immediately started the car and drove out of the hospital.

Nanyuan is Liang Feicheng's private residence, which was completed three years ago.

Liang Feicheng has never been there once, but someone will go in to clean it every now and then.

The seaside villas occupying an extremely wide area occupy an exclusive corner, spotless and full of flowers.

Xiao Jiu didn't dare to call for fear of disturbing the sleeping people in the car, so she sent a message.

The car was parked in the courtyard of Nanyuan, Liang Feicheng gave Xiaojiu a few words, and walked upstairs with long legs.

Housekeeping is already making the bed, and there are bags of all sizes on the table.

After making the bed, the housekeeper turned his head and glanced at the man sitting on the sofa hugging a woman who didn't say a word the whole time, and he didn't show any impatience.

She whispered, "Third Young Master, it's been paved. Is there anything else to do?"

The woman in her arms frowned, as if she was in pain, she groaned.

Liang Feicheng frowned, waved his hand without raising his head, the housekeeper understood, and retreated.

Liang Feicheng wrapped Qiao Nan in his coat and put her on the bed.

The temperature in the room was enough. He peeled off his coat, and his tentacles were soaked hospital gowns. From top to bottom, Qiao Nan seemed to be fished out of the water.

Liang Feicheng stripped off all her clothes and pants. The curve of the woman's body is very superior, standing proudly, winding and exquisite.

However, there was no lust in his eyes, but bruised purple and dark red hickey marks and finger marks scattered on his fair skin.

In less than three days, those traces have not completely faded away.

Chest, waist, shoulders, wrists, knees...

And these are not really important.

Liang Feicheng was absent-minded for a moment, Cen Bo's lips were tightly pursed, and the deep darkness in his eyes was fleeting.

He turned around and took out a piece of ointment from his coat pocket, sat back on the bed, and opened Qiaonan's legs...