Chapter 308: Like a Kiss, But Like a Miss

The man's broad palm, with distinct veins, was placed on her waist, moving around her lines in an ambiguous and restrained manner.

"Less than 60 centimeters, right?" He lowered his head, and his breath sprayed on the top of her head, warm and moist.

“I haven’t measured…”

Liang Chihui's lips pressed against her forehead, as if kissing her, but also as if missing her.

"Your waist is 59, remember that."

He Sang nodded in confusion.

He placed his palms on either side of her hips and gently asked, "How high?"

"164."

"Is it cushioned?"

He Sang realized what he was referring to, and his expression became unnatural. "No... I never put a pad."

Liang Chihui withdrew his hand, and deliberately pointed his index finger and thumb outward to avoid touching her breasts. He lowered his voice and told Mrs. Wang, "59, 75c, 92."

75c.

Accurate and precise.

When she performs on stage, she basically wears push-up bras with thick cotton body, which makes her look curvy when she puts on her costume. Otherwise, the audience seats are far away and she is thin, so the visual beauty of the cheongsam style is thin. Her daily bras are thin and the push-up effect is average. The tops are also conservative in style, and most of them cover the neckline, so it is really impossible to tell the size of her breasts.

Liang Chihui occasionally took a sweep and it was accurate to the millimeter.

If he hadn't been in the romantic circle again and again, he would have been a genius and a master in love.

Li Zhen said that her first love in high school was this type of man, who kissed her in various ways and talked dirty all the time, but she had never experienced anything, so he was a naive boy.

He Sang didn't believe it.

Li Zhen vowed, "He's a top student and a die-hard fan of Japanese, European, and American movies! His career will be booming after graduation."

She also gave He Sang a website to help her ex-boyfriend increase the number of views.

He Sang finally realized that Li Zhen's first love was a second-tier actor in overseas action movies.

She sat down again and glanced at Liang Chihui.

The chandelier in the box hung just above his head, casting a milky light.

The sunlight made him look handsome and thin, like a piece of finely carved white jade.

It is hard to imagine him lying in bed watching the scene late at night, his whole body flushed.

He Sang could imagine what Liang Jishen looked like.

She had seen it before.

He had not resigned during the Spring Festival last year. There were many police officers on duty during the Spring Festival travel rush and the Municipal Bureau was short of staff, so he was temporarily seconded there to handle a case of domestic violence and forced labor, and was responsible for collecting detailed evidence.

The evidence submitted by the plaintiff is a 41-minute violent video, and the key content needs to be condensed and played in court.

Zhao Kai was connecting with him from another city. When He Sang entered the study, he turned on two computers. His face was calm, serious and noble, and he handled the matter impartially from beginning to end.

After confirming that the woman in the video was the plaintiff herself, the defendant's proportion was magnified, and the woman was hidden at the edge of the screen. The video then focused on recording the man's threatening words, taking screenshots, amplifying, and marking them, and judging how the defendant beat the woman, where he beat her, and to what extent based on the angle of his arm swings, rather than facing the woman's naked body directly.

He Sang knew that Liang Jishen's work in handling cases and collecting evidence was not so-called "entertainment". The environment and mentality were completely different. It was just that one could get a glimpse of Liang Jishen's character from the small details. Not concealing the woman's body when collecting evidence was also in line with the procedure. It was a way to conceal and protect an innocent woman to the greatest extent possible, which showed more respect.

After that, He Sang and Li Zhen talked about Liang Jishen. Li Zhen felt that she had picked up a treasure, and men like him were about to become extinct in the dinosaur era.

Later, He Sang gradually fell in love with Liang Jishen.

"Order a set for me." Liang Chihui instructed Mrs. Wang, "Make it finely crafted. There's no rush."

"Is Mr. Liang about to enter the siege of marriage?" Mr. Wang started to tease. "People inside the siege want to get out, while people outside are eager to get in. Even Mr. Liang is no exception."

Liang Chihui closed the magazine and handed it to Mrs. Wang, "She didn't agree to marry."

"Did Mr. Liang propose?" Mrs. Wang joined in the fun.

He Sang clutched the tablecloth and said nothing.

"What? Are you unhappy that you weren't invited to the proposal ceremony?" Liang Chihui kicked the ball back.

"Mr. Liang doesn't know Miss He's measurements yet," Mrs. Huo teased him. "Do you want to measure them on the spot?"

"She's gained weight recently." Liang Chihui picked up a crab leg and placed it on He Sang's plate, then jokingly asked, "How much weight has she gained?"

"Not fat."

"Not fat?" He pinched her cheek, then moved his hand to her belly, which felt warm and soft, like tofu. "At least three pounds."

He Sang pushed his hand away, picked up the crab legs and threw them back onto his plate.

The atmosphere relaxed, and Mr. Huo laughed. "A woman's weight and age are like bombs. Anyone who mentions them to her face will be blown to pieces."

"I was teasing her on purpose." Liang Chihui said in a doting tone, put his arm around her shoulders, and smiled on his face, not in his eyes.

He Sang knew that he was deliberately showing his intimacy to Mr. and Mrs. Wang and Mr. and Mrs. Huo, considering her dignity as well as his own.

The ladies love to gossip, and if they make a scene in public, it will get really awkward. With the rumors being exaggerated, who knows what kind of scandal it will become.

The meal ended at three in the afternoon.

Liang Chihui drank a lot of wine, and his feet felt dizzy and he was about 60% to 70% drunk.

He seldom gets drunk.

He Sang took his arm and walked out of Zhouji Restaurant, saying goodbye to General Manager Huo and General Manager Wang. They left in a car first. The moment the car disappeared at the intersection, Liang Chihui shook her off and bent down to get in the car.

The driver's heart skipped a beat.

It is rare for the Second Young Master to have such a tough temper.

He Sang walked around to the other side, opened the car door and got in.

Liang Chihui was drunk and was massaging his temples.

The driver started the car and drove to the intersection. "The third young master has packed his luggage and is ready to leave. The eldest young master agreed to let him go to Wanxi County for recuperation."

Liang Chihui paused in her massage gestures and asked, "Going to Wanxi County?"

"The eldest son rented a house in the town of Wanxi County. It's over 50 square meters, with two bedrooms, a living room, and a bathroom. It was originally intended to house six children from an orphanage, but they've already found adoptive parents, so it's vacant. The third son has moved in for a while. There's a county hospital within a kilometer downstairs, so transportation is convenient. He's hired a nanny who cooks."

The carriage was silent.

After a long pause, the driver tried to sound out, "Send someone to..." He almost blurted out the word "monitor," but fearing He Sang's presence, he changed his words, "Take care of him?"

Liang Chihui remained silent.

"The third brother is recuperating in Wanxi County to avoid his colleagues and subordinates." He Sang spoke calmly, as if recounting a trivial matter. "The CEOs of private companies in the city are doing everything they can to curry favor with the leaders of Zhonghai Group. The newly appointed Vice President Jiang is fighting a guerrilla war on his way to and from work. Some people are blocking him in the garage to give him gifts, hoping he can act as a middleman and introduce him to the third brother. This has forced Vice President Jiang to stay in the staff dormitory and afraid to leave the company. After several days of unsuccessful attempts to stop him, the CEOs finally gave up."

The driver laughed and asked, "Can't we ask the security to expel them?"

He Sang unscrewed a bottle of water and said, "That's the boss. If he falls during the eviction process, we'll be sued."

"Get out of the car." Liang Chihui said at this time.

The driver slowed down and pulled over, raised the isolation barrier inside the car, and squatted on the curb to smoke.

The air pressure dropped to the limit in an instant.

The man was like a huge oxygen crusher, sucking up all the oxygen, leaving nothing behind.

He Sang's right hand, which was fastening the bottle cap, was trembling slightly, and the coldness penetrated her bones and pierced through her bones.