Chapter 130 Do you want to get married?

While the machine was shuffling the cards, Mrs. Qiu got up and went to the dining room to get a glass of water. "Did Mr. Jiang from the province introduce you to a young lady from an official family?"

He Sang's smile froze and he looked at Liang Jishen.

He pressed the tip of his tongue against the roots of his teeth, chewing the remaining tobacco, "Hmm."

"Whose?"

"Fang family."

Hu Nongnong suddenly realized, "So she is Fang Jingru's daughter. Zhou Kun pursued her in the past, and it was my father-in-law who instructed him to do so. The Fang family has been thriving in recent years, and the queue of men who want to marry into the family stretches all the way to other provinces. They are not marrying a daughter-in-law, but marrying their own future."

He Sang remained silent.

She lost even more miserably in the next card game. Mrs. Qiu and Hu Nongnong took turns feeding her the cards, but they just couldn't beat her.

"It's my fault. I brought up things that were irrelevant and ruined the fun." Mrs. Qiu slapped herself in the face.

Liang Jishen gave her a cold glance, threw out the Eight Bamboos, and directly knocked down He Sang's cards, "You win."

This round of gambling brought in over 10,000 yuan, but she was not interested in collecting the money. Just then, Zhou Kun's driver came to pick Hu Nongnong up and took Mrs. Qiu back to the hotel, and the card game was over.

He Sang didn't go out to see them off. Liang Jishen had something to tell Zhou Kun, so he took the opportunity to see them off to the car.

When she entered the living room, she walked towards the stairs. He took big steps and leaned against the stairs in advance to block He Sang. "Are you still angry?"

She leaned against the wall opposite the escalator and asked, "What are you angry about?"

"I didn't plan to."

He Sang nodded comfortably, "You can meet me if you want. I'm not your wife, so I have no right to control you."

Liang Jishen leaned sideways with a lazy look on his face. He had a tough guy temperament but also a bit of lust and wantonness. "Not my wife?"

"I wasn't married to begin with."

He leaned forward, his hands on the wall, "Want to get married?"

The short smell of tea and cigarettes lingered around, and He Sang remembered that Liang Jishen wanted to pass her on this staircase.

He was coming back from a meeting in another city. He had planned to be away for one day, but something went wrong and he ended up being away for two and a half days. She met him at the door, and he pulled her tie while hugging her wildly. He took a step, climbed a flight of stairs, and thrust hard at her, then walked back to the master bedroom, leaving his long coat and trousers scattered all over the floor.

He Sang lowered his eyes. His shirt was naked. As he leaned forward, the collar of his shirt hung down, swaying in the draft from the skylight. "I don't want to..."

The man's eyes were deep, "Really?"

She felt a mysterious and sour feeling.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I dare not think about it.

In the past, there was a huge disparity in backgrounds.

Now, there are too many more obstacles.

He Jinping was the fuse that led to Huang Biao's arrest, and Huang Biao caused a major earthquake in the Liang Group. The twists and turns could not be hidden from the Liang family or Liang Yanzhang.

How could the Liang family agree?

What's more...

She raised her eyes and said, "Aren't you my third brother?"

Liang Jishen laughed angrily, "After all these things, you still want to be my sister?"

Cheng Xun entered the password to open the door, walked into the living room, and witnessed this scene.

The woman walked in front, "Mrs. Liang didn't disown me."

The man followed behind, "I don't recognize it."

He coughed lightly, "Mr. Liang, do you have time to approve the documents needed for tomorrow's morning meeting?"

He Sang quickly returned to the bedroom.

Liang Jishen took Cheng Xun to the study. She also came in and took the wooden comb that had fallen on the sofa last night. The man took the document. The rough paper scraps scratched his palm. He couldn't help but frowned, "The edge is curled."

"I put it in my briefcase and it wasn't laid out properly." Cheng Xun said with a frown, "I'll be more careful next time."

"Express approvals are labeled red, and non-urgent approvals are labeled blue."

Cheng Xun glanced at him subtly; this was Jiang Xiaochu's habit of sorting documents.

This little girl is very thoughtful and strategic.

She was meticulous and capable, and she managed daily chores in an orderly manner. After all, Cheng Xun was a grown man and not as considerate as her. She took a vacation suddenly, and the office, carriage, conference room, and all aspects of hygiene and supplies were in short supply.

In this way, they can hook up and infiltrate.

Sure enough, Liang Jishen asked her, although he had no other intentions. If he really had any intentions, he would not ask in front of He Sang, but Jiang Xiaochu's strategy was more or less effective.

Being useful to men is much smarter than licking them.

Cheng Xun said, "Xiao Chu will return to work on Thursday."

"What day is it today?"

"Monday."

Liang Jishen signed in the lower right corner of the document, "She'll be back to work, and you can rest."

Cheng Xun glanced at He Sang and took the document.

He Sang is usually low-key, but he is extremely sensitive. Liang Jishen is always accompanied by a male secretary and a female assistant, Cheng Xun, plus Xin Xin, and now Cheng Xun, plus Jiang Xiaochu.

Jiang Xiaochu is a typical Xin Xin No. 2. She dares to show her courtesy under He Sang's nose. If Cheng Xun is not around, she is a time bomb.

She was born with a pitiful and harmless appearance, and Liang Jishen was a gentleman. Unless she went too far, he would not have the heart to scold her because of the difference between men and women.

The relationship between a girl and a boy, the boy can't help himself, the girl is fanatical, and after a few interactions, it starts in a confused manner.

He Sang walked over and said, "How about I be your assistant?"

"Not acting anymore?"

"It's just tidying up some clutter. It won't interfere with my rehearsals."

Downstairs, he didn't touch her carefully, but now he found that she had indeed gained some weight, her waist was rounder, and her breasts were fuller. She didn't like to wear underwear in her spare time, so she only wore petal nipple covers or small camisole, and her breasts were vaguely visible. Tonight, he thought Zhou Kun was coming to dinner, so she was more formal and her underwear was also conservative. It was probably bought when she was at her thinnest. The edges were very tight, and when she moved, the wavy arc was very impactful.

Liang Jishen's eyes fixed on her, "Who told you it was just to sort out the clutter? You can't do Jiang Xiaochu's job."

He Sang's expression was not very good, "You think I'm stupid."

"Yes, I'm a little stupid." The man looked at her, "I can't lie."

Liang Jishen embraced her from behind, looking from top to bottom. With a slight slide of half a finger, it was bottomless.

Suspenders have the playful charm of suspenders, and bras have the plumpness and seduction of bras.

The feel of dry gravel on his fingertips was rough and arousing, and He Sang's chest flushed. "Do you think I'm not as capable as her?"

"You can do it." Liang Jishen unbuttoned her shirt and lifted her hair. Her profile was pink under the light. He said something with a hint of meaning, "Except you, no one else can do it."

He Sang bit his neck fiercely, and the man showed almost no mercy. The pain spread all over his body, and his entire spine was in pain.

"Go take a shower until you're skinned." He said in a sinister tone, "I can smell Liang Chihui's cigarettes."