you are a star

Qiao Nan went back to the room, took a shower, took the pills for hysteria, and lay down on the bed.

But when he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with images of Liang Feicheng holding her chin and asking her if he could kiss her.

She tossed and turned, pulling the quilt over her head, trying to drive Liang Feicheng out of her mind.

Suddenly, a wechat message came from the mobile phone. She pulled down the quilt and turned sideways to get the mobile phone.

It's so late, who will send her WeChat?
Opening the screen, it was a message from the head of the golden retriever: [Good night. 】

Her hand shook and the phone slammed on her nose.

She hissed, wrinkled her face and touched her nose that was hit, and rational tears flowed from her eyes, the pain made her want to curse.

Angrily throwing the phone back on the bedside table, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and the WeChat rang again.

Golden Retriever's profile picture: [Angry? 】

Qiao Nan stared at the chat dialog box, there were only three messages in total, and they were all sent by the other party.

In addition to these two messages, there is another one, which was sent from the hotel that day.

That day, his car followed her, and in order to reassure her that no messy person was following her, he told her: [I am following you, I will leave after seeing you go upstairs with my own eyes. 】

She didn't reply at the time.

Just when she came to her senses, the golden-haired head sent another message: 【If you don't say anything, I'll go over. 】

Even through the screen, he could feel the man's domineering and paranoid, waiting for her answer every word.

Qiao Nan gritted his teeth and sent a '! 'past.

Turning off the screen, she was about to put the phone back on the bedside table, when the WeChat rang again, and she immediately grasped the phone tightly.

After swiping the screen, there was an unread message, but it wasn't the profile picture of the golden retriever.

The content on the head portrait was a hand with well-defined joints and slender fingers. The palm was white and looked bloodless, with a rose flower falling on it.

The rose flower was as bright as the sunset, and it formed a strong contrast with the slightly pale hand, but it was surprisingly eye-catching.

[Little Rose, good night. 】

Qiao Nan's eyes trembled slightly, it was Mr. Shen.

That night she had a dream, dreaming that she was returning to that medieval manor, everything was very strange, but there was an indescribable sense of familiarity and sadness.

She had dreamed about it before, and at that time thought it was a picture of a movie, but later found out that she had lived there for a long time when she was a child.

In this dream, she was the only one walking through the castle, and then the door of the castle opened, and she saw Liang Feicheng's face, looking at her with a smile on his back against the morning light.

She woke up suddenly, only to realize that it was already dawn.

Pick up the phone, there is no news.

She went downstairs and the cook told her breakfast was ready.

When she walked to the restaurant and saw the stale coffee at the other end of the table, her heart suddenly tightened and she asked, "Where's Liang Feicheng?"

Hearing her call San Shao's name so directly, the chef was taken aback, and quickly replied: "San Shao has gone to work, he told me not to wake you up, let you sleep for a while."

"Go to work." Qiao Nan murmured and repeated.

For those who vomited blood yesterday, is work really that important?
For one breakfast, she ate so-so and absent-mindedly.

Feeling that the air here is getting more and more stuffy, I can hardly breathe, thinking about going to the empty city to see, after all, she is the boss there.

I went upstairs to change clothes, and was told when I got to the door, "Miss Qiao, Third Young Master said that it's not peaceful outside, so don't go out casually."

Qiao Nan looked at the cold-faced bodyguard in front of him and smiled slightly: "Okay."

He looks very good-tempered and easy to talk to.

She didn't argue with them either. They were following orders and could not be the masters.

So she took a step back, turned around and walked to the lobby, sat on the sofa, took out her mobile phone, and dialed a series of numbers without opening the address book.

The phone was connected, but before she could speak, the man's deep voice was compressed by radio waves and entered her ears: "Aren't you angry with me?"

This voice was too confusing, the sound of the words filled my ears, and there was an inexplicable numbness, and it sounded... the tone of the speech was the same as usual.

That should be fine.

Qiao Nan's fingers tightened unconsciously, "I'm not as stingy as Young Master San thinks."

The man smiled, "Want to go out?"

Otherwise, she wouldn't call him.

Qiao Nan hummed: "It's a bit boring, I want to go to the empty city to see, in broad daylight, Yu Shaoting doesn't have that much ability."

"Yes, but I will send someone to follow you." Liang Feicheng backed down.

Qiao Nan readily agreed, "Okay, thank you, hang up."

Just when she was about to hang up the phone.

"Nannan," Liang Feicheng said in a soft and low voice, "I'll go home for dinner tonight."

Qiao Nan thought of the dream before he woke up. Liang Feicheng's expression must be the same as in the dream at this moment, with a smile, as if spring rain was hidden in his eyes.

Her breathing was a little disordered, and she replied indiscriminately: "Oh, whatever you want."

After speaking, she hung up the phone.

Sitting on the sofa for a while, after adjusting his breath, he got up and went out.

There was a special driver to take her. The glass of the car was bulletproof and looked very thick.

She looked back, ten mighty cars were following behind, and after arriving at the main road, they split apart tacitly, submerged in the traffic flow, and could not see any signs.

In the afternoon, Yanxi called and asked her to have dinner.

When they arrived at the agreed place, the bodyguard checked the box first before letting Qiao Nan in. After a while, Yanxi arrived.

The bodyguard made a gesture to check Yanxi's bag, Qiao Nan raised his hand, "She is my friend."

"Third Young Master said that no one who approaches you should be spared," said the bodyguard.

"She doesn't need it, thank you."

Qiao Nan declared again, but the bodyguard was still worried and made a phone call. After a few seconds, he put away the phone and gestured please to Yan Xi.

After Yanxi entered the box, the door closed behind her. She walked up to Qiao Nan and sat down, patted her chest, "I was scared to death, this battle."

She complained: "Being more cautious than face saints in ancient times."

Qiao Nan handed her a handbag: "There is no way, it is a special period, and they are also following orders. This is the lipstick I bought for you, do you like it or not?"

Yanxi took out a box of lipstick from her handbag. It was a new themed lipstick set from T's house. She had wanted it for a long time, but she was never willing to buy it.

She hugged Qiao Nan excitedly, and rubbed her arm coquettishly, "Qiao Qiao, how do you know I like this!"

Qiao Nan smiled and said, "Of course I calculated it by pinching my fingers."

In fact, she saw that Yanxi had said in the circle of friends that her colleague's new lipstick color was very beautiful, and she remembered it.

"That's not bad. I have multiple side jobs." Yanxi didn't believe her at all, but still accepted her words.

She couldn't put it down and touched the set box, and then said with emotion: "However, then again, that third young master really cares about you. The bodyguard at the door is so leak-proof, isn't it just under his orders?"