Chapter 12 Liang Chihui
He Sang followed him to the innermost part in a daze. The moment she opened the door, she felt inexplicably sad.
This was the first time she stepped into Liang Jishen's room and felt everything real and complicated about this man.
He likes cool, mature and clean colors that keep strangers away.
Apart from the bed, desk and wardrobe, there is no cumbersome furnishing.
I don’t know if Song He has been here before, and how many traces of her are left here.
Liang Jishen took off his soaked vest, threw it on the carpet, and bent down to find the medicine box. "Sit down."
His back was arched, and the dim light shone on his sweat-covered muscles, which were broad and strong, with a sexy tension that was about to burst out.
He Sang was stunned and stood there without moving.
The man pulled her over, held her in his arms, and wiped her with a cotton swab dipped in iodine and ointment. The medicine seeped into her skin, and He Sang couldn't help but gasp.
"pain?"
She gritted her teeth and said, "It doesn't hurt."
Liang Jishen's strength became slightly lighter.
"Will you let me go tomorrow?"
He didn't respond.
He Sang looked at him and asked, "Is Director Liang going to punish me?"
"No." Liang Jishen finished applying the medicine with concentration, "I'll take you away tomorrow."
His breath was so close, so close that it brushed against her scar, so close that it lingered on her. "The scar on your forehead is healed."
He Sang nodded, and the man leaned down slightly, his whole body burning like a furnace, panting in her ear, making her feel numb and half of her body steaming.
She held it in for a moment, "Did I hurt the bones in my fingers?"
Liang Jishen's lips brushed against her cheek, burning her so much that she froze again.
"Nothing hurt."
He Sang stood up hastily and said, "Then I'll go back to the house first."
The man suddenly grabbed her arm and said, "Don't get it wet, or your nails might peel off."
She tried to move it, and her knuckles felt burning.
"I'm sorry to trouble you."
Distant yet polite, Liang Jishen frowned, "Looking for a house?"
He Sang agreed.
He fished out the cigarette case from the bedside table, took out a cigarette, and put it in the corner of his mouth. "Don't want to move back?"
"I'm not moving."
Liang Jishen lifted the smoke and stared at her, "Reason."
I don't want to put an end to this relationship with money and ruin it.
He Sang didn't reveal anything, but only said, "I want to live closer to the theater."
He raised his hand to brush off the ash from his cigarette. "Have you made your choice?"
“Almost.”
Liang Jishen's eyes never left her face. "Did Zhou Chen choose it?"
Zhou Chen had indeed been contacting real estate agents these days, and he had found several suitable properties, but He Sang didn't want them.
Suddenly, the phone beside him rang. He picked it up, but let the screen flicker without answering it.
He Sang was tactful and said, "You go ahead and get busy."
When she was about to close the door, Liang Jishen answered the call.
"Ji Shen, where are you?" Song He's tone sounded as if he had caught something.
“Old house.”
She asked, "Myself?"
Liang Jishen walked to the terrace. Snowflakes were floating in the sky and turned into water when they fell to the ground, making it damp and biting.
"Something happened at home."
Song He originally wanted to verify the question, but his irrelevant answer confirmed the suspicion.
"The last time I went back to the old house with you, you asked me to wait in the car. What about her? Is she staying at the old house tonight?"
"I'm keeping you in the car for your own good," Liang Jishen explained patiently. "My mother will give you a hard time if you run into her."
Song He didn't give up, "Won't Auntie give her a hard time?"
"You are different from her. The Liang family can tell the difference."
He Sang clutched the door handle tightly, and the swollen wound seemed to feel no pain.
The weight of a love that spans five years and a woman who has only been with you for a day or two is indeed different.
The other end calmed down a little, "Will you sleep in the same bed?"
Liang Jishen promised, "No."
"You don't know how to do it or she doesn't want to?"
He felt annoyed and ignored her.
Song He also realized that he had pushed too far. "Ji Shen, I lost you once, and I don't want to lose you a second time. I never told you about my life abroad. If I hadn't been unable to let you go, I might not have come back."
Liang Jishen stared at the snow below, his expression dark and unpredictable, and it was hard to tell whether it was true or false. "It was my father who wanted to see her. I have nothing to do with her anymore."
He Sang's knuckles turned white as he slid down the door powerlessly.
It was late at night and everyone was asleep. No matter how soft the sound of the door closing was, Liang Jishen still heard it. He ran out, but found nothing.
Song He knew when to quit, "Then come and accompany me tomorrow."
Liang Jishen hung up and ran straight to the door. He grabbed the door handle and locked it.
"Asleep?"
He Sang leaned against the wall and said, "I'm a little sleepy."
The man stood there with his hands hanging by his sides, silent.
After a while, she asked, "Miss Song, did you misunderstand?"
Liang Jishen's voice was half hoarse, "Nothing."
He Sang pressed the door lock and hesitated, "Then why did you chase me out?"
There was silence outside again.
"Are you taking a shower?"
He Sang was stunned.
"If you don't wash, you won't feel comfortable. I'll ask the nanny to help you."
She pursed her lips and said, "No more washing."
Just across the door, it suddenly became quiet.
He Sang opened the door a crack, but there was no sign of him.
Her heart twisted and she felt indescribable. She returned to bed, dimmed the lights, and prepared to go to sleep. There was a rustling sound near the window.
He Sang got out of bed again, stood on tiptoe, leaned forward, and saw a porcelain-white arm leaning against the window frame. The hair was neither thick nor thin, and although he was not wearing a watch or ring, he looked extremely elegant and noble.
The charm in the bones.
Is a man.
He Sang didn't know who lived next door, but there was always a difference between men and women. She was about to draw the curtains to cover it when that hand happened to push the window.
The glass reflected the outline of the man, tall and thin, wearing dark blue satin clothes, gentle and handsome.
She stopped.
Liang Chihui also noticed her reflection in the glass, and when their eyes met, he nodded, "It's you."
He Sang smiled, "Mr. Liang hasn't rested yet?"
"Drink and go to sleep." He raised his glass. "Want a drink?"
She declined, "I don't smoke or drink." After a moment, she thought of something else, "Were you visiting your mother at the gynecology department that day?"
The man paused, "Yes." Then he said half-jokingly, "What do you think it is?"
He Sang thought it was his lover. After all, Mr. Liang had a bad reputation, so it was natural for him to make the connection.
Liang Chihui seemed to have the ability to read her mind and saw through her thoughts, "Did you think it was a woman?"
He Sang occasionally hooked the curtains, "It's normal if she's a woman, and it's also normal if she's not."
He swirled the red wine in his glass and asked, "Have you heard of me?"
"I've heard that Director Liang values the Second Young Master the most."
The man chuckled, "Ji Shen said that?"
He Sang shook his head, "He never told me this."
Liang Chihui said nothing more, drank the glass of wine in one gulp, and disappeared on the glass.
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