Chapter 125 Sooner or later, I will bury myself for her
Liang Chihui took down the internal phone on the wall and ordered the bodyguards in. Huang Biao, facing a desperate situation, exploded like a trapped beast. "Feng Zhikui's case can be big or small. To put it in a big way, he took human life and committed intentional injury. I am also guilty of harboring him and accepted bribes from him. Everyone in Hebei Province knows that I, Huang Biao, am the lackey of the second son of Liang. If the Guanghe Group capsizes, you will be in trouble. Can you escape unscathed?"
The man stared at him expressionlessly. "You and Feng Zhikui embezzled project funds, deceiving your superiors and subordinates with complete lack of conscience. I was kept in the dark about this. As soon as I learned the truth, I called the police and dealt with you. I sacrificed my own confidant for the sake of justice, and not only did I get away with it, Huang Biao, thank you for making a name for me."
Huang Biao's legs went weak and he fell to his knees.
The vicious look in Liang Chihui's brows subsided slightly. "Your son is studying abroad, and the annual expenses are not small. Your daughter is only five years old, and your mother has been taking imported medicine all year round. I think you know how to make choices."
"I..."
Huang Biao collapsed completely.
"Even if this ship capsizes, there will always be survivors. A complete annihilation will do you no good." Liang Chihui bowed slightly. "If I collapse, will you have a good ending? I will stand firm, and I will not treat your family unfairly."
At this point, Huang Biao accepted his fate. "Second Young Master, are you hastily disassociating yourself from the matter because of He Sang?"
Liang Chihui refilled his glass of wine. "Yes, but not entirely." The water reflected the flickering light bulbs on the ceiling. "Liang Jing is going back to China. How can he not clean up his mess?"
"I took the bullet, but you might not be able to hide either." Huang Biao picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. "The one you distanced yourself from may also be the one who destroyed you in the end. The cycle of life in this world is very strange."
Liang Chihui narrowed his eyes, and four bodyguards rushed into the box and dragged Huang Biao out of the box.
The door slammed loudly, but he was still immersed in Huang Biao's words and had not come to his senses for a long time.
Destroy yourself.
For whom?
Just He Sang.
Men of their class have seen and experienced everything.
Living a life of drunkenness and debauchery, with bright lights and wine, Zhang Chengye is a man with no bottom line, and he even had sex with a man who looked like a woman.
I'm tired of everything and it's become dull.
Liang Chihui lived for thirty-four years and never fell for a woman.
There has never been such a thing before, and there will never be such a thing in the future.
Ni Hong knocked on the door, but there was no response.
She pushed the door open, bent down, and leaned over the man's head, "Boss Liang, Huang Biao is gone."
Liang Chihui looked up. Ni Hong noticed from a short distance that his pupils were bloodshot and his eyes were dark blue. He clearly hadn't gotten enough rest, and with the alcohol, he felt very tired. "Why don't you take a nap in the room upstairs? Have you been too busy with work?"
"Have you been drinking?"
"No."
Liang Chihui swayed slightly, and stood up by holding the armrest of the sofa, "You drive."
Ni Hong looked at the half-full bottle of wine on the table. He had always been a good drinker, so a few glasses wouldn't make him drunk. "Are you feeling unwell?"
He was imprisoned in the old house, feeling depressed, not eating or sleeping well, and he forced himself to fight with the bodyguards, which stretched his muscles and bones, causing his arms to feel numb and painful.
Ni Hong reached out for his arm, but he avoided it by putting on his coat, "Thank you for your help."
"When have you ever drunk too much at a social event? Didn't I send you off? Why are you being so hypocritically polite?"
Liang Chihui laughed and came out of the box.
Bingbing happened to be nearby. A string on her guitar broke, so she went backstage to change the guitar and bumped into Liang Chihui. His eyes were strange and cold as he glanced past her.
She stopped for some unknown reason. Ni Hong walked a few meters, turned her head back, and their eyes met. She left holding the broken guqin.
Liang Chihui pressed the elevator button, leaned against the wall with one hand in his pocket, and rubbed his forehead with the other hand.
"You didn't recognize her?"
The man raised his eyelids and asked, "Who?"
"Bingbing."
Liang Chihui had no impression, "I don't remember."
"Last Valentine's Day, you gave her a Hermès bag worth over one million yuan."
He gave away more than ten Hermès bags, but there weren't many with seven-digit prices.
"Han Bingbing?" A name popped up in Liang Chihui's mind.
"They guess you really like Bingbing." Ni Hong probed, "Men are only generous when they're in love. Otherwise, a bag worth tens or even hundreds of thousands of yuan can be used as a breakup fee. There's no need to give something too expensive."
Liang Chihui didn't say anything.
When driving past a hotel, he asked Ni Hong to pull over.
"Use your ID card to get a room."
Ni Hong turned off the engine and asked, "Aren't you going back to Yard 14?"
"No."
"You have a woman at home, and you're causing trouble?"
Liang Chihui chuckled, half drunk and half mute, which was extremely seductive at night. It was hard to tell whether it was drunken talk or the truth after drinking. "I met a very stubborn woman."
Ni Hong felt heartbroken, but she had to chat with him, "How old are you?"
"Early twenties."
"Men, no matter what age, like women in their twenties." She took a deep breath. "When I met you, I was also in my twenties."
Ni Hong paused and said, "I am thirty-three this year."
Liang Chihui's shirt buttons were misplaced, and he looked mature and handsome, yet with a touch of uninhibitedness. "If the Liang family sends someone to Yunhai Tower to look for me, tell them I haven't been there."
Ni Hong sat in the driver's seat. The men's fragrance in the car was very mellow and solid. It was hard to describe the specific smell. Cedar, ebony, and blackthorn were a fusion of all men's perfumes, which was so suitable for him.
They say you can tell a woman by her scent.
The more unique a man's scent is, the more memorable he will be to women.
"You and that drama actor, is it true?"
Ni Hong didn't dare to ask him about his personal affairs. Although he was gentle, he had an invisible aura and was very cautious. He had his own standards in dealing with people and didn't like others to overstep their boundaries. Fortunately, he had drunk some wine today and was much more relaxed and lazy than usual.
"The photos are true, the rumors are false."
She mustered up her courage and asked, "What about us?"
"Superior and subordinate?" Liang Chihui half-closed his eyes, his fair complexion flushed with a hangover, his expression lazy and sexy. "Confidant."
"What confidant?"
He propped his arm against the car window, scratching the bridge of his nose with his bent index finger. "Friends and confidants."
Ni Hong's heart couldn't help but feel suffocated, like a mighty whirlwind of flying sand and rocks, burying her alive, "Not your confidante?"
Liang Chihui glanced at her and lit a cigarette silently.
She forced a smile and said, "I'm just kidding."
"Stop joking like that."
Ni Hong unbuckled her seatbelt, entered the hotel, registered for a room, and handed the room card to Liang Chihui. "Will I pick you up tomorrow?"
He got out of the car, cigarette in his mouth, "I'll drive myself tomorrow when I'm sober."
Liang Chihui's tall and straight figure disappeared in the brightly lit lobby, and Ni Hong's heart fell into endless darkness.
She has a woman's intuition and sensitivity.
That drama actor holds a special place in his heart.
Even though he was trying to cover it up, she could still feel it.
Ni Hong was wondering, what would it be like for a man who is always romantic and always rational to lose his sanity?
Gentleness turns into barbarity, unrestrainedness turns into stubbornness, and ruthlessness turns into madness.
Ni Hong couldn't imagine it.
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