Chapter 1 Are You Pregnant?

He Sang looked at the pregnancy test stick on the table and felt inexplicably nervous.

She committed a big taboo.

I was too passionate with the man in the car and the condom broke.

He was cautious in this regard and would supervise her taking medicine if something unexpected happened to avoid any trouble. However, he was too happy last time and was careless.

In a daze, a beam of car light shone on the window. She walked towards the balcony and saw a black Hongqi L5 slowly driving into the garage.

He is back.

There is no other person in the city who is so powerful that he can drive this car.

He Sang took a deep breath and removed his makeup skillfully.

After washing her face and opening the door, she found herself standing in the hallway. Instead of him, she saw a plump and charming woman. "Mr. Liang has an appointment and is sleeping in the office." She handed over her car keys. "I've put my new men's pajamas and underwear in the trunk. Please remember to wash and disinfect them."

This woman's name is Xin Xin. She works as a public relations officer under a man. To put it bluntly, they are superior and subordinate. But she is very ambitious and wants to get promoted to become the boss's wife.

He Sang took the key and said, "Thank you."

She pressed the issue further, "Before Miss He, Mr. Liang was used to me taking care of him. If you don't understand something, feel free to ask me."

He Sang was no pushover. He smiled, "You're so good at imitating his mole. Of course, a man won't refuse a cheap knockoff."

Xin Xin's expression suddenly turned embarrassed.

After meeting all kinds of masters with evil intentions, the only ones who dared to challenge them were Xin Xin and the beautiful lady who lived in South Bay.

These two pretend to be gentle and affectionate in front of men. He Sang doesn't mind Xin Xin, a small shrimp, but he minds the women from Nanhai Bay.

That is the truly deadly enemy.

She lay in bed sleepless until the early hours of the morning. At one o'clock, the wall lamp in the living room came on, and He Sang went to greet her, "Brother Shen."

The man sobered up outside and took off his suit, "Why aren't you asleep?"

She pursed her lips and said, "Wait for you."

Liang Jishen was a very handsome man with a slightly dark complexion, an old scar hidden at the end of his eyebrow, and a bit of a wolf in his bones.

He is a mature and heroic man with a strong masculinity. His occasional casual and unrestrained smile can bewitch many women.

"I've been busy lately," he said casually. "I don't come here often."

He Sang straightened his suit and hung it in the cloakroom. "Manager Xin told me you have a drinking party tonight."

She stopped there, and Liang Jishen understood the meaning, "Xin Xin is a subordinate and can't threaten you."

He turned sideways and found an unopened pregnancy test stick on the corner of the table. He narrowed his eyes, his expression unclear, "Pregnant?"

"I didn't have time to test it. It was that time in the underground garage." He Sang couldn't guess what he was thinking, so he asked tentatively, "Are you happy that I'm pregnant?"

He unbuttoned his shirt, remaining calm. "What do you think?"

"I think you're unhappy."

"That's a story for later." The man didn't care much and sat on the sofa flipping through a magazine. "A priori."

He was immersed in a sea of lights, and his elegant and handsome appearance made He Sang even more dazed.

It seemed as if I had never entered his heart.

He Sang suppressed his grievance and asked, "Is it true that apart from her, no other woman is qualified to have your child?"

Liang Jishen did not respond, his gloomy eyes were without a trace of warmth.

These days, as a boyfriend, he has been impeccable. He gave her a house, a car, and treated her like the mainstay of the theater. He gave her everything he could.

But that person is his untouchable taboo, and she can never replace him.

*

The test result showed that I was not pregnant.

He Sang felt lost and relieved. She intuitively felt that Liang Jishen was very disgusted with women playing the "act first and ask for permission later" game. Men who did not want to be tied down would often choose to break off all ties with women instead of accepting it happily once they were plotted against.

She handed over the things, and the man stared at the bar expressionlessly, threw it away, and got up to take a shower.

After being with him for a whole year, He Sang was almost getting deeper and deeper into the relationship.

They first met at the Provincial Theater, on his father, Liang Yanzhang's 60th birthday. Everyone knew Liang loved drama, and his first wife was a famous movie star, whose photos were displayed in the lobby of the Beijing People's Art Theater. That day, He Sang curiously glanced down at the audience. The man at the main table was strikingly handsome, his smile languid as he chatted with the distinguished ladies at his table.

She somehow missed a line, but fortunately her figure was graceful and her voice was charming, so Liang Yanzhang was satisfied.

A week later, the man went to the theater alone and booked the entire theater. After the performance and curtain call, He Sang became his woman.

My roommate, Li Zhen, married into a wealthy family after graduating from the Central Academy of Drama. She said there are three types of men: "earthy," "watery," and "seay." "Earthy" men are honest and unromantic, "watery" men are flirtatious and scumbags, and "seay" men are both wealthy and beautiful. For example, Liang Jishen, with his narrow waist, toned hips, deep-set eyes, and mysterious and wild demeanor, captivates women.

Liang Jishen was He Sang's first man, and there was no comparison. In short, when it came to sexual pleasure, Li Zhen did not lie to her.

Considerate and long-lasting, sufficient foreplay, and strong explosive power.

If a woman is willing to have a relationship with a man who is both physically and emotionally involved, she will fall in love with him to death.

Liang Jishen came out of the shower, his bathrobe strap hanging loosely between his hips. The eagle wing tattoo on his groin was faintly visible, sliding along his belly button into the lush primitive area, exuding a suffocating desire.

He Sang stood on tiptoe to kiss the man's Adam's apple, which was his most sensitive part, and it was extremely tempting when he rolled and swallowed.

"So passionate?" His back shuddered and he hugged He Sang's waist.

"How do you like it."

Liang Jishen smiled, "Not bad."

After the lovemaking, He Sang lay in his arms. The man was still feeling the afterglow and hugged and kissed her.

This time, she was the one who took the lead. Liang Jishen enjoyed it very much and the visual stimulation was also very stimulating. He Sang was a beauty, her charming and innocent fox eyes, which drained his flesh and soul at the moment of his madness and depravity.

"Who did you learn this from?" His fluctuating breath was extremely seductive.

He Sang leaned close to his ear and said, "Island movie."

The man's chest was covered with teeth marks, from his shoulders and neck to his thick mermaid line. He glanced at him and said, "This won't happen again."

She was tired of the man, "Why?"

Liang Jishen took out a cigarette and lit it, "I won't be able to get up the next day."

He Sang laughed. His serious and funny words were very touching.

When he was about to fall asleep, Liang Jishen received a phone call. The woman on the other end was crying, which lasted for two or three minutes. He hung up and put on his clothes with a cigarette in his mouth.

He Sang also sat up, "You don't want to sleep anymore?"

The man said perfunctorily, "I have something to go out, you can sleep alone."

I didn't expect him to disappear for a month before returning home, but he wouldn't even stay overnight. "Do you really have to leave?"

Liang Jishen turned his back to her and silently fastened his belt buckle.

"Go find her in South Bay, right?"

He paused, his tone impatient, "He Sang, I dote on you too much."

The warning and alienation stung her like a sharp knife.

Liang Jishen is really capable. He looks cold and indifferent, but women are fascinated by him and can't let go or forget him.

"You and her have rekindled your old relationship, but what about me?" He Sang curled up in the messy quilt, "Who am I to you?"

The man didn't answer in the end, closed the door and left.