Chapter 287 Will You Like It in the Future?

Liang Chihui was calm at this moment. He knew the answer clearly, but He Sang couldn't figure out why he wanted her to say it in person.

Maybe after being together for a long time, expectations began to arise.

A powerful person like him at the top of the pyramid always desires to conquer women and tame his prey.

The game of emotions is a game that the powerful and wealthy will never get tired of playing throughout their lives.

Maybe he was testing her. It was better if she was honest and frank, but it would be boring for him if she lied.

He Sang clenched his fist, betting that he would listen to the truth, "I don't like it."

Liang Chihui didn't react much. He held her hand and gently pulled her around to the front. He raised his head slightly and asked, "Are you annoying?"

"I don't mind."

He was neither happy nor angry, and became calmer. "Is it true?"

Although Liang Chihui was tall enough, he was sitting and He Sang was standing, so the angle was not difficult at all. "Should I hate you?"

Her eyes were clear and innocent, both true and false, which made Liang Chihui laugh. "I'm asking you."

"If you never hurt me, there's no reason for me to hate you."

"What if I get hurt?" He said half-truthfully.

He Sang leaned over and looked him in the eye. A swirl of light appeared in his pupils, but it disappeared in an instant, leaving only a clear pool of water. "Where is your reason for hurting me?"

"Accident."

He Sang's heart was shaken.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Liang Chihui laughed out loud. He touched her face with the back of his hand, the warm and cool joints and the round bulges, just a light touch and then stopped.

"I was just kidding you, did you really believe it?"

She quickly adjusted her mood and said, "I don't believe it. Bad people won't admit that they are bad."

Liang Chihui leaned back in his chair. "I admit it." He paused. "I'll try not to be mean to you."

He Sang smiled and picked up the teacup. Three coin-sized ginseng slices overlapped and floated on the water. It had a bitter medicinal taste. She was about to drink it when Liang Chihui suddenly said, "Will you like it in the future?"

She paused for a long moment, finished her tea, and offered him another cup, but she did not answer until he had finished it.

Liang Chihui put down the cup and rubbed the handle twice, "Go to bed early."

He stood up and walked out the door without a smile on his face.

......

He Sang woke up the next day feeling dizzy.

Ever since he knew that she had a cold uterus and loved to kick off the quilt, Liang Jishen didn't allow her to use the air conditioner, and she got used to falling asleep warmly. However, she slept in the master bedroom in Jinyue Mansion, which had a good orientation and was warm in winter and cool in summer. The guest room in the old house had a bad orientation, with windows facing north, so it was cold in winter and sunny in summer. After summer came, it was very scorching. He Sang turned on the air conditioner in the early morning, but woke up from the cold, and her cold got worse.

When she entered the restaurant, the table was not cleared and there were several sets of used bowls and chopsticks. The seats were for Liang Jing, Yao Wenjie and Liang Chihui.

"Has Secretary Liang returned to the old house?" He Sang asked Aunt Fang.

Aunt Fang walked out of the kitchen and said, "I came back at seven o'clock. The third young master is back too."

He Sang's hands trembled, and he absentmindedly scooped half a bowl of porridge, "Didn't he have breakfast?"

"The Third Young Master worked overtime in Zhonghai all night and ate in the cafeteria."

He started working day and night again.

No wonder the condition hasn't improved.

He Sang drank a spoonful of porridge and asked, "Is he in the study?"

"It's in the backyard." Sister Fang remembered something, "The Third Young Master bought a little alpaca."

“Alpaca?”

Sister Fang took out a bag of carrots and said, "Go and feed them. It's very intimate."

She took the bag, and an indescribable feeling spread in her chest.

Sister Rong called him yesterday afternoon and asked him if he would go back to the old house. He didn't answer, but Cheng Xun did, and his reply was pending.

He must have bought the alpaca specifically to keep her entertained when she got bored in the old house.

He Sang likes small animals, and He Jinping has also picked up stray cats, but her mother thought they were dirty, so she secretly threw them away while He Jinping was at work and she was at school.

Later, when He Sang was passing by an overpass after school, she found that the kitten had been run over by a car. She has been traumatized by this incident and has never kept a pet again.

Liang Jishen remembered the many hidden pains in her heart, and he was trying his best to make up for her regrets and heal her wounds.

"What the hell!" Ji Xilan screamed, jumping out with disheveled hair, stomping her feet frantically, "What's that in the backyard?"

Sister Fang was startled, and Ji Xilan's face was splashed with fine water droplets. She has always been graceful and paid great attention to her appearance, so it was rare for her to look so embarrassed.

"It chased me and spit at me... I tried to hide from it, but I fell and it pounced on me and spat at me!" Ji Xilan glared at He Sang in frustration, "Who raised this!"

"I raised it." Liang Jishen appeared on the stairs. He probably had a meeting during the day. He was wearing a pure black business suit with a neatly tied tie, and stood with his hands behind his back.

The sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room and shone onto the heat-insulating jade screen. A ball of milky white light flickered, and his outline was also hazy.

"Why do you keep it?" Ji Xilan was puzzled. "You can't even stay in the old house for three or five days a month. It spits at me every day. Isn't it all for nothing that I dress up like this?"

He Sang couldn't help laughing, lowered his head and shoveled the porridge in the bowl.

Liang Jishen glanced at Ji Xilan from head to toe, "If you don't provoke it, it won't provoke you."

"I don't agree to keep it." Ji Xilan was irritated. "It stinks."

"You can give it a bath." Liang Jishen walked down the stairs. "I forgot to tell you, I sprayed your perfume with a bottle, the one custom-made in France, the gold one."

"You're really good at choosing. That bottle is the most expensive." Ji Xilan was shocked and ran upstairs to check the perfume cabinet.

He Sang couldn't help but straighten his back when he heard the approaching footsteps.

A golden globe lamp was on in the restaurant, and the spherical shadow cast by the lamp fell on his shadow.

Liang Jishen walked up to her and looked at her calmly, "Are you not asleep?"

She subconsciously touched the bruises on her eyes and said, "I caught a cold and didn't sleep well."

The tone is muffled, as if you have a cold.

"Have you taken your medicine?"

"I ate it." She hesitated. "Are you... feeling better?"

Liang Jishen laughed, "I am standing in front of you safe and sound."

He Sang looked up. He no longer looked as sick and haggard as he had during the few days in the hospital. He looked a little more rosy. "No fever anymore?"

"It's not burning anymore."

His voice was slightly hoarse.

It's the hoarseness caused by coughing for too long and damaging the vocal cords.

"Is the cough severe?"

Liang Jishen didn't want her to worry, so he lied, "I cough occasionally."

He Sang knew that he had a strong temper, so he didn't point it out. "Take the throat medicine and go to the hospital for a checkup and IV on time. Don't delay."

The man laughed again. "Which girl in her early twenties is as long-winded as you? You're just as nagging as a seventy-year-old woman."

Her throat was sore and she opened her mouth angrily, "It has nothing to do with me anyway, you deserve it if you torture yourself to death."

He Sang squeezed out from the gap between the table and chairs, turned her back to him and wiped away her tears.

Passing through the tea room in the living room, you enter a square hall, which is the glass door to the backyard.

A white alpaca was tied under a laurel tree and drinking water.

The alpaca has curly hair, a huge and fluffy head, and is dyed light pink. He Sang instantly burst into laughter. Liang Jishen is a tough guy, but he has a girlish heart.

She didn't turn around, but she knew he was following her. "Did you dye it?"

The man put his hands in his pockets and leaned against a wall. "I chose the color, and Cheng Xun dyed it."