Chapter 107 How long have you been with him?
The wind from the corridor blew in, making He Sang's nose sore and tears rolled down his face.
Mrs. Qiu pushed her and said, "Go after him!"
She said nothing.
"Rumors about you and Liang Chihui are everywhere. Mr. Liang must be in such a difficult situation. What's his position? What are his subordinates, colleagues, and competitors saying about him behind his back? Men care about face the most. Xiao He, it's your fault. You refused to give in and expected him to coax you first." Mrs. Qiu picked up Liang Jishen's dropped lighter and thrust it into her hand. "He's deliberately leaving an excuse."
He Sang wiped his eyes and took the lighter. Mrs. Qiu gave her instructions while sending her out. She returned and complained to Mr. Qiu, "Mr. Liang is so cruel. She looks so pitiful. Even I, an outsider, feel so worried."
"That's my lighter!" Mr. Qiu said helplessly, "What do you mean by leaving a way out? You women are really dramatic."
He Sang ran out of the resort, and a black car just drove into the underground garage. She went over and stopped the car.
Cheng Xun braked suddenly, causing the man in the back seat to open his eyes. The windshield was covered with breath. After the breath dissipated, her thin and frail appearance was reflected on it.
The world suddenly became quiet.
It was so quiet that the rustling sound of Liang Jishen straightening up was also unusually clear in the carriage.
"Go around her."
Cheng Xun simply turned off the engine and said, "I can't get around it. The flower bed is blocking the way."
Liang Jishen had a bad temper and wanted to get out of the car and walk by himself. He pushed the door open a crack, and He Sang moved in front of him, and he closed the door again.
He Sang was sweating in the private room, and the evening breeze made her cheeks flush.
Cheng Xun couldn't bear it any longer. "Mr. Liang... Miss He's clothes are thin and the weather is cold. Let her get in the car. If she gets sick from the cold, you'll be angry but also heartbroken."
Liang Jishen glanced at him indifferently, "Go down."
As he held the car door, the man slowly said, "Send your resignation letter and don't need to come in again."
Cheng Xun immediately retracted his hand.
The car window was half-rolled down, and He Sang handed him a lighter, "You forgot to take it."
Liang Jishen took a quick look, took out a metal lighter from his jacket pocket, and silently lit a cigarette.
Cheng Xun said, "It should belong to Mr. Qiu."
He Sang held it tightly and hid it behind his back.
"Secretary Cheng, are you going to the station?"
"Yes, the ticket for 6:18."
She pursed her lips, "So...did you have dinner?"
"No." Cheng Xun knew she was pretending to ask him, but was actually asking Liang Jishen, so he answered in detail, "Maybe he ate the high-speed rail meal, but Mr. Liang is not used to it. We'll order it when we get back to Zhonghai."
He Sang's heart twisted, "Are you really that unwilling to see me?"
Liang Jishen held a cigarette in his mouth, looked at her through the spreading smoke.
"How long have you been with him?"
"I didn't!" He Sang cried, "Boss Liang and I don't have that kind of relationship."
"What kind of relationship?"
The man threw out a stack of photos, which were taken by Susu, at the elevator entrance, in the corridor of the theater, and in Liang Chihui's car. He had a smile on his face and she looked relaxed. Even she herself couldn't believe it, the so-called "it doesn't matter".
Su Su is so good at taking pictures.
The acting girl was naturally delicate and good at capturing love and hate. The lingering feeling between their gazes might have only existed for 0.01 second, but it was precisely in that 0.01 second that He Sang was speechless.
She stared blankly, unable to utter a single sound.
"Is that you?"
Liang Jishen was questioning.
He Sang crossed her arms around her chest and tightened them unconsciously. She was trembling so violently that she tried to control it, but the pain and numbness that seeped out from the cracks in her bones made her internal organs tremble. In the end, all her cells seemed to explode and shatter, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.
"say."
"It's me..."
"When did it happen?"
He Sang's eyes were covered with mist. "Mr. Liang came to see the play at the beginning of the month. He said that Mrs. Liang also lives in Lishui Mansion and invited me to have dinner. Liang Chihui came to help me out."
Cheng Xun took a breath.
Miss Song’s words came true.
It is well known that the second son of the Liang family is hard-hearted and does not meddle in other people's affairs. He is different from Liang Jishen. Liang Jishen graduated from the School of Political Science and Law and has a righteous sentiment. Even if he does not go into politics, he will probably stand up for justice when he encounters dangerous and unfair situations.
Liang Chihui has always been selfish, cherishing his life, loving power, and attaching great importance to his status as heir. He ruined Liang Yanzhang's good mood and risked his life alone to fight the kidnappers to save Miss He, which was totally inconsistent with his character.
Liang Jishen's face was frozen. "Then."
He Sang was confused. She had been living in another province for more than a month, and Liang Chihui seemed to be present at every unexpected accident.
She wanted to explain, but she couldn't think straight for a moment.
I was afraid of saying something wrong or confusing things.
"Nothing more to say?" Liang Jishen looked ahead and rolled up the car window. "Drive."
Cheng Xun sighed and drove out of the resort gate.
He Sang felt like he had been stabbed, his whole body felt weak and his head felt heavy.
Liang Jishen could have given her a ride on the way to the high-speed rail station passing through Chang'an District.
He didn't bring it.
Probably out of sight, out of mind.
Liang Jishen was a man who mingled in the world of fame and fortune and paid great attention to structure. Mrs. Qiu organized the party and a woman was the host. Since he attended the banquet, it proved that he had given Mrs. Qiu face. However, he left the table without regard for etiquette, which meant that he had made up his mind to stay away from her.
Cheng Xun turned a corner and drove onto the highway bridge. "Mr. Liang."
The man was still angry and frowned.
"How should we deal with Xin Xin?" Cheng Xun tried to gauge his intentions. "Should we fire her or..."
Liang Jishen's expression became even more gloomy. "Detain him first."
"She has been in charge of the public relations department. After being transferred to the branch, she diligently attended various drinking parties in preparation for her transfer back to headquarters. She has attracted many clients and received many orders. The general manager of the branch admires her very much. In terms of work, Xin Xin has made no mistakes. If you rashly touch her, I'm afraid China Overseas Group will criticize you again."
Cheng Xun waited for a moment, but the man didn't give any instructions.
He knew in his heart that Liang Jishen was absolutely determined to take action against Xin Xin.
......
When He Sang returned to the hotel, Liang Chihui was not in the living room. She shouted towards the room, but no one responded.
Just as I was about to call him, a man's voice came from the bathroom, "Ms. He."
She walked over and heard the sound of running water through the frosted door. "Are you taking a shower? The wound on your back can't get wet."
"I know." The sound of water diluted Liang Chihui's voice. "There's a bathrobe hanging in the closet. Please take it off and give it to me."
He Sang took out a bathrobe and knocked on the door. A hand reached out and held the bathrobe while also holding her hand. The man's hand was warm and the temperature of the bath water was very high. He Sang thought that only women liked to take hot baths, because Liang Jishen liked warm water, and even in the coldest days of winter, the water was always lukewarm.
"Thank you very much."
The door was closed, and He Sang turned around. The mirror behind him reflected the outline of Liang Chihui. His body swayed under the light, and he slightly raised his head. The rushing water column drenched him, splashing in the cramped space. His legs and waist were his strongest parts. The bright incandescent light cast a mist over the room.
He Sang was sitting in the living room, with Animal World playing on TV.
A male lion and a female lion were mating deep in the dense jungle.
She subconsciously glanced at the bathroom and the sound of water stopped.
The frosted door projected an image, and Liang Chihui leaned against the marble wall and wiped it. The bathroom was too stuffy, the air was not circulating, and his breathing was heavy.
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