Chapter 119 I won’t serve you anymore
"I stayed in the guest room and didn't sleep in your bed." Liang Jishen put the letter of apology on the bedside table, "Don't be so self-indulgent."
He Sang smiled, turned over, and her long hair covered his arms. "Is Vice President Liang going to work today?"
"No."
"To keep me company?"
The man looked at her indifferently, "Didn't I tell you not to be so sentimental?" He stood up and adjusted the wrinkles on his trousers. "I have an appointment."
"Where are you socializing?"
"Green Plant Garden." Liang Jishen finished packing and walked out of the bedroom. "I have an appointment with Zhou Kun and his wife."
Zhou Kun got his marriage certificate but didn't hold a wedding because his visa had expired. His wife wanted to hold a Western-style wedding in Provence and didn't consider a Chinese-style wedding because she thought the clothes would be too heavy. In addition, all of his classmates had settled in France and planned to get together during the wedding.
"I'm going too." She got out of bed barefoot.
Liang Jishen tilted his head. Her pajamas were rolled up to her knees. Her calves were white and smooth, and all the hair was cleaned away, like a thin lotus root.
He thought of He Sang's legs wrapped around his waist, on his shoulders, or kneeling in the soft cashmere blanket. He was like a violent storm, and she was like a tender bud on a branch, trembling under his "destruction", soft, and flowing into a pool of spring water, shaking with his thrusts.
Every time she was about to reach the climax, her toes would be stretched straight, her toenails would turn red, and occasionally they would scratch his skin. The pain would stimulate him to the point of being intoxicated.
Liang Jishen suppressed his morning irritability and said, "Get up and wash up. I won't take you if it's too late."
The bathroom door was open. He Sang was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror and asked vaguely, "Did you change my pajamas yesterday?"
He tried on his tie in front of the dressing mirror, "No."
"I changed it myself?" He Sang leaned forward, his mouth full of foam, his eyes like black grape beads, "I don't remember..."
Helping her change into pajamas is a thousand times more difficult than Liang Jishen directing the affairs of the China Overseas Group.
He Sang was not honest in his dream, and the force was a little too strong. She hummed and tickled him unconsciously, and finally her clothes became crooked and baggy.
"How old is Zhou Kun's wife?"
Liang Jishen simply combed his hair without styling it. His hair was hard, and even without styling it, it was still fluffy and straight. "Thirty-one."
"What a coincidence, she's the same age as you." He Sang wiped the water from his face. "What's a safe gift for me to give her?"
"She has everything. If you have any jewelry you don't wear, pick one out for her."
He Sang also knew that the wife Zhou Kun would marry must be of equal status. The "Little Zhou" family could not be compared with the "Old Zhou" family of Uncle Zhou, but a new emperor appoints new ministers. The power of the "Old Zhou" family was a thing of the past. The "Little Zhou" family had real power and connections. Zhou Kun was also handsome and talented. Among the eligible men in Hebei Province, he was a popular choice.
My wife is definitely a golden phoenix.
Therefore, the value of the gift is secondary; the thought behind it should be novel and pleasing.
He Sang had one jewelry box in the bedroom and the other in the cloakroom. When she went to the cloakroom to pick out some jewelry, she passed by the study and something furry hit the sole of her shoe.
She recognized the plush ball; it belonged to Jiang Xiaochu, and was tied to the zipper of her backpack.
This thing didn't appear before she went to bed, but when she woke up, it appeared in the study.
Jiang Xiaochu clearly came after she fell asleep and was alone with Liang Jishen.
The man just came out of the cloakroom at this time. When he saw this scene, he immediately frowned.
He Sang threw it back to its original place.
"She came to deliver some documents." Liang Jishen grabbed her. "She came at ten and left at ten-twenty."
He Sang said nothing.
"The project quality inspection documents are very important. She was negligent during her daytime work and didn't submit them on time, so she sent them in overnight."
Mrs. Qiu said that Jiang Xiaochu was good at acting and pretending, and reminded He Sang to keep a close eye on her. He Sang felt that a girl in her early twenties who had graduated, worked, and been promoted had a clean record. She was not even like her, who had been immersed in a big dye vat and had honed her mind. Jiang Xiaochu's level would not be too high.
After two contacts, Jiang Xiaochu showed her rank.
Whether she is tall or not depends on who you compare her to. Compared with Cui Manli, Su Su and the like, she is indeed not tall, but she is omnipresent, taking advantage of every opportunity, and connecting one thing to another.
Like a TV series, she would appear in front of the man from time to time.
"Are you having sex again?" Liang Jishen pinched He Sang's cheeks, squeezing them into a small bun. "Did you sleep away your sense of crisis?"
With his other hand, he pried her teeth open and said, "Let me see if it got eaten along with the ripe pear cake?"
He Sang slapped his hand away, his eyes red, "I won't serve you anymore..."
The man wanted to laugh, but didn't. "What are you doing to me?"
"I've served you for two days, and I quit." He Sang felt aggrieved. He didn't pay attention to the carpet under his feet and tripped heavily, falling into Liang Jishen's arms. He had tears in his eyes, and this knock made the tears flow.
He was a strong man, but his appearance was so impressive that it was overlooked. In fact, Liang Jishen's muscles and bones were as hard as they could be. They say women are made of water and men are made of iron. After following him, He Sang believed it without a doubt.
I don’t know if it’s because he’s good at teasing women, or if women are really made of water, they’re very sensitive and get wet easily, and he’s like a red-hot iron, burning her to death.
Liang Jishen took her out of his arms and looked her over, teasing and angry, "Have you been wronged?"
She turned her head away, and the man continued to pinch her chin. When they looked at each other, there was a flame in his eyes, "Aren't we going to dance?"
He Sang pried his hand apart, but he didn't resist. He let her pry it apart, then pinched it again. This happened several times until she didn't have the strength to pry it apart anymore. "You don't like to see it."
"Who said that?"
"You didn't see it in the car."
"I regret it." Liang Jishen finally smiled, no longer so serious, "Just jump and watch."
He Sang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Want to see it?"
His smile grew a little wider, "Yeah."
"This opportunity is gone. My dance teacher said that dancing requires spirituality and heart, but I'm not in the mood right now..."
She turned to leave, but Liang Jishen pulled her back, his face stern, "Whose girlfriend are you? How come I don't know?"
He Sang's heart trembled.
She remembered that on the night the murder occurred in Apartment 1001, Liang Chihui told the police officers in Chang'an District that she was his girlfriend.
He was forced by the situation to fabricate his girlfriend's identity, but the title of the fourth young master of Hebei Province destined him to be the focus of ordinary people's after-dinner conversation. As time went by, the story spread to other provinces as well.
"I'm single."
Liang Jishen was furious, "Single again?"
She lowered her head.
The man kissed and bit He Sang, sucking until his lips were red and swollen. "You have such a sharp tongue. Why didn't I notice it before?"
Cheng Xun entered the password and entered the door. She called out "Mr. Liang" in the living room. Liang Jishen let go of her and walked downstairs.
"Miss Song is awake and wants to see you."
He fastened his watch strap and said nothing.
"She's been in a coma for four days, relying on nutrient solution to keep her alive. When she learned that Gu Jianghai had arrested her, she refused medical treatment and went on a hunger strike. Doctor Cao is worried she won't be able to cope, so he asked me to tell you if you could go see her. If she dies in the ICU, Doctor Cao will bear the responsibility."
"Can I wear this skirt?" He Sang gestured at the stairs.
Liang Jishen took a quick glance and said, "It's too revealing. The weather is cold."
She went back and tried a tight one, "What about this one?"
The man was satisfied.
Cheng Xun frowned, "Are you taking Miss He out?"
He fastened his watch and changed his leather shoes at the entrance, "I'm going out."
"You are currently in the spotlight, so it's not convenient for you to take her out." Cheng Xun was worried. "If Chiang Kai-shek hears about this, you will be criticized again."
"He criticizes, I listen, and after he's done, I write a self-criticism." Liang Jishen was always mature and steady, and his nonchalant demeanor was rare. "Whatever happens, happens."
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