you are a star

As Deng Jie's voice fell, the air pressure in the room suddenly condensed to the extreme.

Even the cracks in the air are mixed with ice slag.

An inexplicably frightening atmosphere spread instantly, grabbing everyone's heart suddenly!
The expressions of Xiao Jiu and Fan Qi changed at the same time, they didn't dare to look at Liang Feicheng's face, and hurried out of the room.

"Repeat what she just said." Liang Feicheng's voice seemed normal, without any emotional ups and downs.

It's just that the overly delicate face is slightly absent-minded.

His eyes were cold, and they fell on the top of Qiao Nan's black hair.

The blood on Qiao Nan's face faded in an instant, and the temperature of the hand clasping her wrist changed from dry and warm to bitingly cold.

The painful and cold feeling penetrated into her skin little by little, making her whole heart tremble.

"Dr. Deng has made it very clear, what else can I say?" She didn't raise her head, her hoarse voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

You can feel the beating of her blood vessels through the skin.

Liang Feicheng's eyes narrowed suddenly, and an obscure cold light shot out from his eyes, he gritted his teeth and threw Qiao Nan on the bed!
He strode out of the room, and when he walked to Deng Jie's side, his hoarse voice was extraordinarily cold: "Come out with me!"

Deng Jie's heart sank, she was brought from the hospital early in the morning, she was still wearing a white coat, she was an ordinary person who couldn't stand such coercion at all.

She raised her eyes and looked heavily at Qiao Nan's pale and bloodless face. The poor girl mouthed to her with apologetic expression——

【sorry】

Then he exited the room and followed behind Liang Feicheng.

The man's back was tall and straight, and Deng Jie followed into the room at the end of the corridor, which was decorated as a study.

It seems that no one has ever lived in it. Except for the desks, chairs and sofas, the bookshelves are empty. There is no display or a book, making the study room seem more spacious and bright.

But the air was so cramped that it was hard to breathe.

Liang Feicheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and knocked out a cigarette from the cigarette case. There was no wind in the room. He lit the lighter several times before the flame burst out.

The flame trembled in his hand before finally lighting the cigarette.

Deng Jie stood by the door, not daring to speak.

Looking from her direction, the profile of the man's profile is perfect and deep, and the appearance of smoking a cigarette reveals an innate dignity.

After the man finished smoking one cigarette and lit the second one, the thick smoke dissipated, and he asked sullenly, "What date?"

Deng Jie knew that what he was asking was the number for Qiao Nanqing Palace.

She couldn't forget that day because it was New Year's Eve.

"The night of NO.17 in January."

The soot was shaken off, and part of it fell on the back of Liang Feicheng's hand, scorching hot.

One year ago, on the evening of January No. 17, a major traffic accident occurred in Yanjing City, resulting in heavy casualties.

The soaring flames and the sound of the explosion seemed to be just yesterday. A thin layer of sweat oozed from Liang Feicheng's forehead, and the smoke between his fingers trembled almost imperceptibly.

This is a post-traumatic stress response.

He lowered his head, and the sunlight passed by his profile, casting an obscure shadow.

"How did she have a miscarriage?"

Dr. Deng couldn't bear to recall that scene, but he still recalled it slowly.

"When I saw her, her lower body was soaked in blood, and she was almost unconscious. She was sent to the hospital by kind passers-by."

"After the operation, I asked her how it happened like that. She said that she accidentally fell down the stairs of the station and had injuries on her elbows and knees. Fortunately, the hospital I was in was very far from the bus station. Otherwise, I don’t know how long it will take to bleed.”

I accidentally fell down the stairs at the station...

This sentence lingered in Liang Feicheng's mind all the time. It didn't matter what the other Deng Jie said.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of indifference mocked the corner of his mouth.

When he found Qiao Nan in the dilapidated hotel that day, a ticket to Ancheng on the table was so eye-catching that he tore it to pieces.

On the terrace, Fan Qi paced back and forth, "What did I hear!"

Just now he really wanted to poke his own ears. He was impatient to hear about San Shao's affairs.

Xiao Jiu grabbed his arm, "Can't you turn around? I'm dizzy!"

"How can you be so calm when you hear the secret of Third Young Master?" Fan Qi looked back at him in surprise, "And it's such a big thing."

Qiao Nan was pregnant with Third Young Master's child, and she had a miscarriage without anyone knowing it.

What breaking news!

In fact, Xiao Jiu's heart has long been flustered, but he is used to not showing his emotions and anger, and he can keep his face expressionless when it comes to big things.

He said calmly: "I heard it when I heard it. Can the third young master kill people and silence him?"

Of course Fan Qi knew it wouldn't, but——

"Third Young Master won't punish that doctor, will he?"

"How come, you forgot, the third young master respects doctors, soldiers and police the most. He is angry, but he won't really touch her, let alone..."

"Not to mention what?" Fan Qi stopped to look at him.

From the corner of their eyes, they saw Deng Jie walking through the corridor from the side glass window.

Fan Qi pinched his cigarette, and hurried over. Deng Jie was "invited" by Fan Qi, and she was somewhat wary of him, looking at him in horror.

Seeing this, Xiao Jiu pulled Fan Qi away, walked up to Deng Jie, and said expressionlessly, "Doctor Deng, this way please."

There is only one villa, Nanyuan, on the southern coastline, and the surroundings are so quiet that only the sound of waves beating against the rocks can be heard.

Qiao Nan hugged her knees and curled up on the head of the bed, she stared down at her sickly white toenails in a daze.

Dr. Deng should have said everything he knew.

With Liang Feicheng's temperament, he would definitely ask questions clearly and impeccably.

But how much does Dr. Deng know?

What Dr. Deng knew was all from her mouth.

She vaguely heard the sound of the car starting, and came back to her senses in a trance. Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed in.

Liang Feicheng was against the light, and his outline was tall and blurry. He stood by the door without taking a step forward.

"So you already know that you are not easy to get pregnant because you hurt your body during the miscarriage."

Qiao Nan shook his hands holding his knees, his shoulders trembled, he lowered his head, and replied vaguely: "Yes."

She kept her head down and didn't see Liang Feicheng approaching. He stepped on the exquisite and gorgeous carpet, as if silenced, until a pair of home cotton mops appeared in her sight.

"It's almost hard for you to be a mother again." Liang Feicheng's voice was mixed with a trace of cold sarcasm.

Qiao Nan was startled, staring at the geometric patterns on the cotton mop with red eyes, listening to what Liang Feicheng said ruthlessly.

"This is the price you paid for trying to escape, Qiao Nan, you deserve it!"