Chapter 123 Want to have a baby?
He Sang took a shower and returned to the bedroom. Liang Jishen also finished cleaning up in the bathroom outside and leaned against the head of the bed looking at the photo album.
"What year?"
She walked over and saw a photo of her and Zhou Chen when she was twenty-one years old.
"In our grade's graduation performance at the Central Academy of Drama, the drama "Thunderstorm," Zhou Chen played the male lead and I played the female lead."
He Sang reached out to grab it, but Liang Jishen dodged and failed to get it.
He turned another page, "Is there a kissing scene?"
"There's no kissing scene in a drama..."
Before she finished speaking, Liang Jishen flipped through the stills from "The Bund", which showed her kissing an unfamiliar male actor.
"That was just that one time." She lost her momentum. "Later, our dean deleted the kissing scene himself, fearing you wouldn't be happy."
"Your dean knows that I'm unhappy, but you don't."
Liang Jishen glanced at her and continued flipping through the pages.
"When will this be?"
He Sang stood on tiptoe, but lost her balance and fell forward, landing on his legs and hitting his lower abdomen with her head. Liang Jishen gasped and pulled her away by her hair. "Haven't you had enough?"
Her forehead was also red from the knocks, and she couldn't help laughing while rubbing it, "The soles of the shoes are slippery."
Liang Jishen was hit hard this time, and his face turned pale. "I think you are taking revenge on me."
He brushed He Sang's hand away, rubbed her forehead, and then rubbed her head, "Does it hurt?"
"pain."
Liang Jishen was really fierce in the car. Although he protected her with his palms, he thrust too fast and with too much force. Occasionally, she didn't pay attention and her head hit the roof of the car several times, making her head buzz.
Li Zhen has dated so many men, and she really understands men.
If you get tired of a dish, change the seasoning and you’ll love it again. If you get bored of a fixed posture or place, change the posture and place and you’ll feel passionate again.
Men's physiological vision is the most realistic.
He Sang sat in front of the dressing table, fumbling with bottles and jars, "Are you tired of it?"
Liang Jishen's eyes flashed with deep meaning, "Are you tired of it?"
"It's a bit greasy."
"Does your skin itch?"
He Sang held his chin up to his hand, his index finger brushing across the man in the mirror. "Will you get tired of it?"
The man flipped to the end and found his own photos, including those of him handling official business, socializing on the court, his back while paying the bill at a restaurant, his profile while soaking in a hot spring, and one of him resting with his eyes closed on an office chair while she quietly stood beside him, holding a light board she had picked up from the audience, taking secret photos late at night.
Liang Jishen remained calm and said, "I won't get tired of you if you're obedient."
Cheng Xun parked the car in the garage, then returned and headed straight for the master bedroom on the second floor. He Sang turned to look at him, but he walked straight to the bed and said, "Liang Chihui is missing."
Liang Jishen looked at him and asked, "How long have you been missing?"
"Yao Wenji admitted to escaping the old house at noon by stealing the key from Director Liang's study." Cheng Xun was puzzled. "Where did Liang Chihui go? He didn't go to the Liang Group, nor did he go to the Bixi Mansion."
"He should be back." Liang Jishen closed the photo album. "Notify the Traffic Management Bureau and check the surveillance footage to find his car."
"Director Liang said that your phone was turned off, and then he called and asked me to find Liang Chihui's whereabouts."
He Sang understood that Liang Chihui's name was very sensitive to Liang Jishen, especially after the "photo gate" incident when Liang Chihui disappeared. If she asked about it, she would seem too concerned; if she didn't ask, she would seem too guilty, as if she was deliberately avoiding him, which would make her unpopular.
She simply put down the bottle of cream, stood up and walked out of the room.
Cheng Xun confirmed that she had left and lowered his voice, "Miss Song has been on a hunger strike for another day. She refuses to take medicine or receive nutrient solution. Doctor Cao is really at his wit's end."
When this matter was brought up in the morning, Liang Jishen ignored it. Cheng Xun couldn't guess what he was thinking and didn't know how to respond to the hospital.
"I don't have time to go."
"Gu Jianghai didn't dare detain her. Miss Song didn't even have the strength to get out of bed. As soon as the policewoman entered the ward, she screamed and fainted from lack of oxygen. Doctor Cao has forbidden anyone from approaching her." Cheng Xun was at a loss. "I went to Nanhai Bay to comfort Miss Song's mother. If she makes a scene at Zhonghai, it will be trouble again."
Liang Jishen buttoned up his pajamas, nodded, and motioned him to go out.
He Sang and Cheng Xun ran into each other at the stairs. She smiled and asked, "Secretary Cheng, can you give me Mrs. Zhou's cell phone number?"
He was startled, "Hu Nongnong?"
"I have a jade Buddha pendant here, which is a set with the Buddha amulet. I forgot to give it to her."
Cheng Xun opened his address book, copied Hu Nongnong's number, and sent it to He Sang. "Mrs. Zhou has a good personality. She's not spoiled like a daughter of an official."
"We really hit it off."
After Cheng Xun left, He Sang returned to the master bedroom. Liang Jishen was lying on the bed massaging his solar plexus. "What did you talk about?"
"I asked for Hu Nongnong's phone number. I plan to give her a fertility jade Buddha as a gift. I think she believes in it."
He Sang turned off the desk lamp.
In the darkness, Liang Jishen hugged her and asked, "The Jade Buddha that brings fertility?"
"China has the Goddess of Childbirth, and Thailand has the Jade Buddha."
The man laughed muffledly, "Does it work?"
"It works. Cui Manli has been wearing it for a year."
"Are you pregnant?"
He Sang choked.
His chest resounded, and his laughter grew louder. "It's better to believe in men than in Buddha. If men don't work, then neither will Buddha."
She said nothing.
Liang Ji kissed her neck deeply. "You also have the Jade Buddha of Fertility. Do you want to have a baby?"
"No." She turned her back.
He turned He Sang to his side. The darker it got, the deeper and brighter his eyes became. They were like a huge suction cup, attracting all the women who fell into his eyes and made them fall in again and again.
"You want to have a baby but you don't tell me? You can secretly pray to a Buddha."
He was breathing heavily and hotly, and He Sang was shivering all over. "I'm sleepy..."
Liang Jishen's slender fingers peeled off her buttons, "Do you want to give birth?"
She bent over with the itch, and smiled with her face up. The man stopped teasing her, tucked in the corner of the quilt, and soon she could hear long and even breathing sounds.
He Sang opened his eyes, no longer sleepy.
What if she answers yes?
Will Liang Jishen be dissatisfied with her lack of tact, or will he satisfy her?
He is not the type to make jokes like this easily.
In his opinion, children's topics are cautious and serious.
He once said that his children would never be illegitimate.
If you want to give birth, you must give birth in a legitimate way.
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Liang Chihui arrived at Yunhai Tower at eleven o'clock.
Yunhailou is a property under his name. It is well-known not only in Hebei Province, but also in the north. Yunhailou is not on the list of "Top Ten Clubs" and "Four Major Entertainment Venues". It is not because he is not qualified to be selected, but because he disdains it.
When Liang Chihui was 25 years old, he bought Yunhai Tower from the previous owner, setting a record for the highest price in Northern Entertainment City. The decoration inside was so exquisite that even a vase was worth a lot of money. There was a Western nude oil painting in the VIP box, which had been exhibited in the Louvre in France. It was a series of four paintings, and Liang Chihui owned two of them.
A woman in a purple leather skirt met him outside the elevator door. "Boss Liang, are you interested in coming over for a drink tonight?"
Liang Chihui stepped out of the elevator, hooked her chin with the lighter cover, and looked at her with a smile, "Ni Hong, did you use surgery?"
"You have a sharp eye." Ni Hong came forward, "I have lip augmentation, pouty lips."
He turned his head away without leaving a trace and took a step back. "I thought I was bitten by a man."
"You hate..." Ni Hong led the way, "Which big boss did you make an appointment with?"
"Huang Biao."
"Boss Huang." She opened a door at the end of the corridor and stepped aside to let him pass. "Boss Feng was here on Saturday."
The man paused as he entered the room and asked, "Feng Zhikui?"
"You didn't answer his call, so he tried his luck and blocked you."
Liang Chihui pulled out his belt, held it in his palm, and stretched out the hem of his shirt. The pure black shirt hung down, revealing his faintly visible abdominal muscles. He had a thin figure, but his belly button was erect and firm. The two abdominal grooves were deep and symmetrical, slanting down and hidden in the mysterious trouser chain.
The first time Ni Hong met him ten years ago, he was riding a motorcycle by the moat. It was a green Harley, with a white helmet and a leather jacket so clean it reflected the light. He was bold and handsome, a boy full of sexual tension.
Now, he is a man with increasingly strong sexual charm.
She had thought about it.
Unfortunately, Liang Chihui didn't have the heart to do that.
Ni Hong had no idea what kind of woman he liked.
Over the years, he has talked about all kinds of things.
There is no pattern to be found.
He had also been in contact with two or three girls from Yunhai Building, still of different types, and the time was quite short, no more than half a month.
Ni Hong hinted to Liang Chihui, but he interrupted her half-seriously.
He clearly has a bad reputation and is extremely difficult to deal with.
Even an old hand like Ni Hong was confused.
"What kind of wine?"
"Helan Winery recently ordered a bottle of goods, one of which is from 1983. I sealed it and am waiting for Boss Liang to open it."
Nihong helped him take off his leather shoes and stepped on the cashmere blanket. Liang Chihui was free from restraints from head to toe. He was no longer so stiff and tense, but lazy and relaxed, and even more handsome and sexy.
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