you are a star

The car drove out of Longyue Mountain Villa, and it was already dark now.

The villa was shrouded in a mist.

Looking at the distant tree shadows outside the car window, Qiao Nan seemed to fiddle with the blinds in his mind one by one, and he was able to glimpse the fragments in the memory——

over a year ago.

After waking up in Lyon, she saw the man sitting beside her bed. His brows and eyes were as gentle as water, his temperament was indifferent, and every detail from head to toe was overly delicate.

Looking very young.

He just called her... Little Rose?

"You are?" Qiao Nan asked in a hoarse voice, and tried to sit up, but he couldn't exert any strength on his body, and the wound on his wrist was very painful.

She gasped, her face turned pale, and the man took a white handkerchief and gently wiped the cold sweat off her forehead.

The smell on the handkerchief was the same as that in this room, somewhere between the deep aroma of wood and the scent of flowers, it was very unique, but inexplicably it made people feel that it was very suitable for this man.

Then she heard the man say slowly: "I'm Shen Juan, we knew each other before."

Shen Juan's lips were very pale, which seemed to be due to his poor health, but his whole body did not give off a sickly feeling.

Qiao Nan stared blankly at this handsome and somewhat unreal man in front of him, did they know each other before?

But if she really knew such a person, she would definitely be impressed.

But she didn't have the slightest memory of him in her mind.

The man seemed to see through her mind, and patiently explained: "When you were very young, don't you remember?"

Qiao Nan shook her head. When she heard him talking about her childhood, she thought that she had no memory of being six or seven years old. Could it be that she knew this man before that.

"Where is this place? Where is Jinse?"

She only asked this question now, and it seemed that she was really sleepy.

"This is the east of Lyon, Jinse is resting."

Leon, she actually came to Lyon?
What happened during the time she was unconscious?
Qiao Nan didn't quite believe the strange man in front of her who claimed to have known her before. She tried her best to sit up and lift the quilt to get out of bed.

Shen Juan didn't know when he made the move, but he had already held down her hand holding the quilt.

The man's hand was surprisingly cold, Qiao Nan instinctively pulled it out, but Shen Juan's fingers were like sharp claws, firmly gripping her hand, only then did she see that his fingers were very long and pale.

He obviously didn't use much strength, but she couldn't break free.

Qiao Nan stared at the man in horror, "What the hell are you trying to do! I don't even know you!"

Compared with her panic and alertness, the man was too calm and calm.

"Little Qiangwei, this is your home, where do you want to go?"

"I'm not Little Rose, I'm Qiao Nan." Qiao Nan felt the cold temperature in the man's palm more and more, how could a normal person's hands be so cold.

Besides, in her perception, men's hands are hotter than women's.

"But you are not Qiao Qingru's daughter at all, Little Qiangwei, your name is not Qiao Nan."

Qiao Nan was stunned for a moment, she was too weak, and cold sweat kept coming out of her forehead, Shen Jun sighed lowly, took a white handkerchief, and patiently wiped off her sweat.

"Little Qiangwei, when you were young, you were very naughty. You were not allowed to bathe you, but only let me touch you. That's why I know you have a small red birthmark on the underside of your right butterfly bone."

Qiao Nan clenched his fingers tightly, and there was indeed a red birthmark at the location Shen Jun mentioned.

Her breathing was heavy, and she looked alert: "How do I know if you did something to me when I was unconscious, maybe you saw it at that time?"

The man in front of her was totally unbelievable, and she didn't believe him.

Shen Juan smiled lowly, "What you said is not unreasonable, but Xiao Qiangwei, I don't need to lie to you, you should have a good rest first, and I will come to see you when your mood is more stable."

He helped Qiao Nan's shoulders to let her lie down, and covered her with a quilt, "You were much cuter when you were young than you are now, you like to call me brother, you like to hold my hand, and you said, when you grow up, to marry me..."

After Shen Jun left, Qiao Nan stood up with all her strength. It was already evening outside, and the sun was setting. She saw the mountains not far away, like a mirage.

It wasn't long before she fell asleep again.

"Little Qiangwei...Little Qiangwei..."

Qiao Nan heard someone calling her, she frowned, opened her eyes abruptly, the eyes were dim, and then she saw Shen Juan's indifferent eyes looking at her.

"Have a nightmare?"

She suddenly came back to her senses, and suddenly pulled her thoughts out of her memory.

Looking at the interior of the car, she is now sitting in the car with Shen Jun, heading to the charity auction held by Jing's family.

Unexpectedly, he fell asleep.

Just as she was about to touch her forehead, Shen Jun wiped off the sweat from her forehead with a white handkerchief.

"Or what I said before made you unhappy?"

Qiao Nan looked up and saw that Shen Juan was a little closer, and the faint smell of him penetrated into her nostrils silently, and then penetrated into her body, as if it had melted into her flesh and blood, lingering.

She collected herself, raised her hand to take the handkerchief from his hand, and wiped her sweat.

She shook her head, her fingers holding the handkerchief were tense and turned white, "I'm not unhappy, Liang Feicheng and I are not what you think, unless there was no car accident that year, unless my grandma was not indirectly killed by him, otherwise, I will always be happy. will never forgive him."

A beam of light from a street lamp shone in from the car window, passing by Shen Juan's eyes that were as calm as water.

Not long after the car stopped at a private styling studio, Shen Jun had already asked someone to make arrangements, and also asked someone to prepare a dress in Qiao Nan's size.

As soon as Qiao Nan entered, he was surrounded by people and led into the dressing room.

Qiao Nan has a good foundation, so the time for makeup is very fast, just a little bit of hair.

Tonight is a charity dinner and she has no other purpose, there is no need to be too aggressive, just simple.

When she finished styling and came out after changing her dress, Shen Juan was sitting on the sofa casually flipping through a magazine.

The black coat that had been taken off was held by Shen Lin who was standing on the side. He leaned on the back of the sofa, lowered his brows and eyes, and the outline of his brow bones was somewhat similar to Liang Feicheng's, both of which were particularly attractive.

Shen Juan heard the sound of high heels, put down the magazine, and looked up leisurely.

Qiao Nan's skin was cold and fair, as delicate as ceramics, which complemented the lotus root pink dress.

The one-shoulder design properly reveals Qiao Nan's unique swan neck and beautiful and delicate collarbone. The skirt is designed with irregular drape, and her slender legs are loomingly hidden.

She lowered her head and fiddled with her hair, so she didn't see any cracks in Shen Jun's usually calm and indifferent eyes, but soon disappeared without a trace.