Chapter 72 Chapter 72 It’s worthy of tying her up on the first meeting...
He is indeed a young master who cannot be controlled. Xing Kui choked. Liang Junhe looked arrogant and looked at them with a condescending attitude.
"Let's go, brother. I'm not someone you can just take whenever you want. Just stay home and regret it."
He came here just to move into Zhou Jing's house, but after Zhou Jing agreed, Master Liang did not play by the rules and arrogantly refused.
So arrogant! Xing Kui was worried that Zhou Jing would be unhappy, so she slammed the door shut. She looked at Zhou Jing carefully. He was always calm, and this time he remained calm and composed.
He lowered his eyes to look at her: "Excuse me, Liang Junhe is such an arrogant person."
Otherwise, Li Chengchuan would not have tried every means to prevent Liang Junhe from meeting Xing Kui before he met her.
But no matter how domineering Liang Junhe is, it will be more interesting to watch Jiang Yuming's downfall.
The doorbell suddenly rang. Xing Kui looked towards the door. The sound was not close. The person who came did not seem to be ringing the doorbell of Zhou Jing's house. It seemed that the person was ringing the doorbell of her house diagonally opposite?
Over there, Liang Junhe just stepped out of Zhou Jing's house with the stride of a dragon and a tiger, but his momentum lasted only a second before he collapsed to the ground.
He grabbed the right arm that Xing Kui had touched, and pressed the skin with his five fingers until it sank. The skin in that area turned red, as if it had been smeared with the juice from crushing a branch of peach blossoms.
The reason for the sudden change of heart and refusal was that Liang Junhe felt that Xing Kui might be lurking in Zhou Jing's house. He didn't want to have nightmares again and absolutely refused to stay.
It must be the shadow brought by the nightmare. After Xing Kui touched him for three seconds, Liang Junhe's buttons became hard as stones, and he seemed to be infected with an itchy disease, requiring Xing Kui to scratch them with her cool fingertips.
The sky was falling. He actually felt Xing Kui's touch. Damn melatonin, damn it.
Liang Junhe pinched his arm hard and gritted his teeth, as if he was going to tear the skin off. Jiang Yuming and he were distant cousins, and because they were more or less related by blood, they had a good relationship.
When he was aware of the differences between men and women, Jiang Yuming asked Liang Junhe with a smile whether he had any ideas about his future partner.
Jiang Yuming said he wanted to marry a supermodel because her style suited him. Liang Junhe thought for a moment and said he liked strong women.
Strength doesn't necessarily refer to physical strength. When the entire internet was criticizing Liang Junhe, Tian Tian Qi Qi Ji He stood up for him despite the pressure from public opinion. That kind of strength hit Liang Junhe.
And Xing Kui... Liang Junhe rubbed his arms repeatedly. Xing Kui, she was a bad girl, raising fish everywhere, and was a weakling who didn't overturn the table when criticized by relatives at the wedding banquet. How could she be his ideal type?
I really need to go to the temple and burn some incense to drive away the nightmare. Liang Junhe stood up, his peach blossom eyes filled with a certain belief, and he broke the defense when he saw the surveillance camera at the door of the resident to the right.
There is a surveillance camera, so wouldn’t the scene where he collapsed like a fish suffering from oxygen deprivation just now have been recorded?
Liang Junhe reached into his pocket, put on a mask, walked over angrily, rang the doorbell, and asked for a price to buy the surveillance camera.
So the door of Zhou Jing's house behind him opened, and Xing Kui stood at the door: "Uh, why are you knocking on my door?"
Liang Junhe shuddered, turned around, and said sternly: "You two shouldn't be neighbors anymore after breaking up!"
He ran away after being angry. Calm down. Who has nothing to do but watch surveillance videos every day? Xing Kui doesn't have that much free time to raise fish.
"Ah." Xing Kui slapped her head in annoyance. She shouldn't have called Liang Junhe from behind. She should have run to his side and grabbed his arm and said "ah".
She looked at the door of her house. It was no different from the doors of other residents on this floor. The biggest difference was that there was a surveillance camera, which Li Chengchuan helped her install a few days ago.
Could it be that Liang Junhe just did something that was photographed?
A hand fell to the top of Xing Kui's head, and Zhou Jing gently stroked it: "Don't take pictures of yourself, be careful not to hurt yourself." He also glanced at the surveillance camera and said in a steady voice, "I believe you can catch up with Liang Junhe."
After all, she is Xing Kui, and Zhou Jing has seen how good she is all the way. It is amazing that Xing Kui can adjust her mentality, stand up and continue to move towards her goal after every breakup.
"Although Liang Junhe couldn't live here, he and Zhou Li are both Lingchao artists. Maybe you can ask Zhou Li for help in contacting him." Zhou Jing suggested.
"Yes, Zhou Li is quite enthusiastic in helping me find a new one." Xing Kui looked at the surveillance footage and planned to go home and take a look later. When he heard Zhou Jing's suggestion, he responded positively.
"Well, she sent me a lot of messages, asking me to stay away from you."
"……Hahaha."
Xing Kui laughed awkwardly. Zhou Jing's handsome face lowered, his warm chin brushed across her forehead, and then his lips gently touched her forehead.
"Don't believe what Zhou Li says about me, Kuikui. You are the first and only person in my heart." Zhou Jing probably wanted to kiss her a long time ago, but he was restraining himself, even at that moment. "Also, you are single now, you can come to sleep with me on weekdays, and you can even learn the secrets of pursuing Liang Junhe from me."
Why is the topic wrong? Xing Kui said embarrassedly: "I know."
"Remember, don't just say yes."
"Well, let's talk about it when we have a chance." Xing Kui pinched her ear, "I'm going home?"
"There's another harmless little question. Before you go find Zhou Li, you should know that the Liang family wanted to form an alliance with my family many years ago. Uncle Liang has always hoped that Liang Junhe could marry Zhou Li."
"Young Master!" At the Liang family, Liang Junhe hurriedly returned to the ancestral home to stay temporarily amidst the calls of "Young Master". Perhaps the familiar environment could keep him away from nightmares tonight.
He walked into the central villa, stroking his arms, and a teacup suddenly hit him.
Liang Junhe didn't even look at it, but moved away like a veteran. The colorful golden teacup was shattered into pieces on the floor outside the door. The water mixed with tea leaves and broken porcelain splashed everywhere like rain. The paint on the floor was smashed off in some places, and the servants fell silent.
"You still remember to go home?"
"Dad, sitting in the living room watching a bloody movie late at night, no wonder he's so angry." Liang Junhe walked in, completely unaffected by the smashed teacup, "Sister, you're here too."
Liang Zhaoran stood beside the sofa. Liang's father, who was sitting on the sofa, was nearly sixty years old and looked like he was sixty, but he sat upright and his sharp eyes made him look like a capable middle-aged man.
At this moment, there was a heavy fire in Liang's father's eyes.
For the son who hasn't been home for half a year.
There was a tea set on the coffee table, but now it was missing a cup. Liang Junhe's lips curved in a way that seemed to express sarcasm. "Dad, passionate films aren't suitable for you. You're already so old. Watch some health-conscious films. It's getting late. I'm going to take a shower."
Bang! Another teacup hit Liang Junhe, but Liang Junhe had already covered his ears and walked away.
"Zhao Ran, bring this rebellious son back!"
Liang Zhaoran followed the order and chased after him. He stopped Liang Junhe at the transparent elevator entrance and said, "Come back with me. Dad is looking for you. Don't be unreasonable."
Liang Junhe reached out and pressed the number keys: "He's not decent. Half a year ago, he asked me and Zhou Li to appear on a variety show to hype up our relationship and secretly asked me to pursue her. Now he doesn't even want to act anymore. Sister, just tell him that I said I wanted me to marry Zhou Li. He should take a melatonin to make his dreams faster."
The glass elevator door closed, and Liang Zhaoran sighed while leaning on a shelf beside him.
Beside the sofa, Liang Zhaoran whispered, "Dad, Xiao He might be really tired."
"He's tired as hell!" Liang's father was raging, slamming his hands on the coffee table so hard it shook and the cups clanged against each other. "Having a bastard son like this is what makes me tired! I told him to join the company but he refused and wanted to be a star. Fine, I let him have fun for a few years, but what happened? He's got so much negative information on me, Liang Xingye, that he's completely disgraced me!"
"Xiao He is still young."
"He's twenty-five, not five years old, Zhaoran. How does he get along with Zhou Li?" Father Liang's eyes grew calm.
Liang Zhaoran twitched his lips awkwardly: "Not bad."
"Is it okay for Zhou Li to expose his dirty laundry to the media?" Liang's father said coldly, exposing her lie. "You just keep it a secret for him. I'm telling you, the Zhou family has made great political achievements and they're my preferred marriage partner. A few years ago, I asked you to marry Zhou Jing, but you refused. So Zhou Li Junhe must marry you."
Liang Zhaoran remained silent. In the office, she pushed the contract to Xing Kui. The warm midday sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling window, and the light flickered as it shone on Xing Kui's cheek.
Today is the day she officially signed the contract and officially changed her career. The air is fresh and even the weather looks full of hope.
Xing Kui put away the contract and said, "Thank you, Mr. Liang. I didn't expect you to sign it with me in person."
In the joyful environment, Liang Zhaoran seemed to be the only dark tone. There was worry between her brows, but Xing Kui didn't ask any more questions.
Liang Zhaoran smiled and said, "Signing a contract with you is the happiest thing that has happened to me in the past few days. Go ahead, Zhou Li is waiting for you at the door."
When Xing Kui walked out, Zhou Li immediately rushed over to hug her, her short hair rubbing against her chin: "That's great, sister, we will be colleagues from now on!"
"We're not exactly colleagues. We're not signed to the same company, but we both belong to Lingchao Group."
"Almost." Zhou Li didn't care and promised, "Zhou Jing told me that you want to pursue Liang Junhe. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
"It's not exactly pursuit. I just want to maintain a physical relationship with him without touching his heart." She had watched the surveillance footage and confirmed that Liang Junhe liked to be touched by her. She also confirmed that Jiang Yuming's method of "creating physical needs first and then pretending to be in love" was feasible, so she decided to move forward.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Li let go of Xing Kui for a second, then hugged her tighter and nuzzled her: "I'm touched. You think so highly of me! You actually think I can understand such a complicated thing!"
"..." Xing Kui pushed her away, "In short, just sleep."
I don't know if Zhou Li understood or not, but she nodded rapidly, very excited to be able to help her, and even held her hand: "I'm ready, come with me."
She's ready? What has she prepared? Xing Kui was stunned for a moment, then followed her: "Besides, your brother also said that the Liang family really likes you as a daughter-in-law."
"Let them die. I don't want to get married and give up my eldest daughter to be a male model." Zhou Li cursed, "Besides, Liang Junhe is such a cocky guy. I can't imagine anyone could make him bow his head. Sister, if you sleep with him, tell me if he also holds his head high when he does it."
Xing Kui's ears blushed. She would never tell anyone about such a private matter.
There was lively singing and dancing outside the bar box, and the light and shadow inside the box were hazy. Xing Kui sat on the sofa, facing the colorful table, and was silent for a full ten minutes.
Zhou Li said she was ready, and she was still secretly expecting something in her heart. What was she expecting? What could Zhou Fengzi's brain circuit come up with? He actually brought her to the bar. He was worthy of being the one who tied her into the club when they first met.
"Leave it to me, I guarantee it will be safe." Zhou Li put her arm around Xing Kui's shoulder. "I've been vying for resources lately. There are rumors that that producer has been harassing female artists. I'll ask him out and then pass the news on to Liang Junhe, asking him to come and save my sisters."
Xing Kui was silent for a moment: "I said just sleep, no talking."
Zhou Li argued confidently, "Let's not talk about it. Lao Deng would drug the artists' wine. Someone exposed it before, but unfortunately there was no evidence, so it was left unresolved. Then you drink the drugged wine, and then I will lock Liang Junhe and you in the room."
Good man, you’re sleeping soundly, right?
Xing Kui was silent again. Her simple values were shaken, and she didn't know where to start complaining: "Don't you think it's dangerous for the two of us to do this?"
"Sister, it's not dangerous." Zhou Li said confidently, "The entire bar has been replaced by my people. The cleaners who just passed by outside are all the ace of the bodyguard company. That old man can't even think of unzipping his pants.
Besides, we're not trying to incite Old Deng to commit a crime, so if he doesn't put the drug in tonight, nothing will happen."
Zhou Li was indeed well prepared and even showed Xing Kui a video of the victimized artist, an idol who once had a sweet smile, but later became emaciated and retired from the entertainment industry amidst overwhelming insults.
"You see, this is also about seeking justice for the artistes who were victimized. There may be more than one like her."
Xing Kui curled up the fingers on her legs. This was undoubtedly a good opportunity to bring the scumbag to justice. If she missed Zhou Li, the scumbag might remain at large for many years.
She was willing to help others if she could. The entire bar was filled with Zhou Li's people. Xing Kui also carried pepper spray and a utility knife with her, so she had some ability to protect herself.
"Okay, let's try it, but don't call me Liang Junhe. I don't think that's a good idea."
The bloated producer pushed the door and walked into the box. Zhou Li put one hand behind her back and pressed her cell phone.
Although Xing Kui told her not to scream, she didn't say "absolutely not to scream". If her sister wanted to sleep with a man, Zhou Li would definitely let her sleep with him that same day, and it would be a safe bet.
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