Chapter 133 I'll Take Your Sex
He Sang's heart skipped a beat.
Liang Chihui mentioned retaliation last night, but she didn't take it seriously. Huang Biao has fallen, so how could Feng Zhikui have the courage to act on his own?
Desperadoes are indeed crazy.
One month after Wanhe Group returned to the market, its true colors were exposed by Liang Chihui and it was completely defeated. Feng Zhikui hated him so much.
He is now in dire straits, and it is all because of her.
If Liang Chihui were to kill someone in another province, Liang Yanzhang would be furious with him, but he was his own son after all. After much investigation, he would find that she was responsible. It was to redress her father's injustice that he turned against Huang Biao and offended Feng Zhikui...
He Sang shuddered.
She had to go no matter what. She couldn't just abandon it.
But finding a reason to leave the province is a difficult problem.
After much thought, she decided to use Hu Nongnong to protect herself.
Fortunately, Hu Nongnong was very superstitious and was eager to have a child. When she heard that the temple in another province was effective and the distance was not too far, she immediately agreed.
He Sang hung up the phone with Hu Nongnong and called Liang Jishen, but his phone was turned off.
Before he left, he said the meeting would end at five o'clock. It was now half past four. He Sang dressed up warmly, wearing a hat and sunglasses, and drove to China Overseas Group.
We arrived at the Zhonghai Group headquarters at 5:10. As soon as the car stopped, Cheng Xun called, "Ms. He, are you at the Zhonghai entrance?"
She was startled and pushed the car door open, "You're at the door too?"
"I saw your car in the company's sightseeing elevator. Are you looking for Mr. Liang?"
"I picked him up from get off work."
Cheng Xun was surprised. Mr. Liang had always been the one to pick her up from the theater after get off work, but this was the first time she had picked him up after get off work. "Mr. Liang is in the office. He has a batch of expedited documents that need to be reviewed and approved in half an hour. Let me take you upstairs."
He Sang hesitated, "Will it have a good influence on him?"
"We took the dedicated elevator, and it wasn't crowded."
Cheng Xun met her at the door five minutes later, "Don't be nervous, I won't recognize you."
He Sang felt guilty, so he lowered his head and walked hurriedly, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped into the elevator.
I got out of the elevator on the seventh floor and turned a corner. A middle-aged man came towards me and greeted me with a smile, "Secretary Cheng."
He Sang remembered him. He was the executive who had stuck to Liang Jishen in the car at the last Zhonghai annual meeting, knocking on the car window and peeping furtively.
"Who is this?"
"Masseur." Cheng Xun reacted quickly, "Vice President Liang's headache is an old problem. Let's hire a Chinese medicine technician."
"She's a very hot female technician." The executive lowered his voice, "She looks a bit like Miss He."
Cheng Xun smiled faintly, "You know very well what kind of temper Vice President Liang has. I suggest you stop being curious about his personal situation."
The executive was a little embarrassed. "Yes... I'm worried that Vice President Liang has been betrayed by a woman, and China Overseas Group can't withstand the turmoil."
Cheng Xun didn't respond to him again, nodded slightly, and blocked He Sang inside, so the executive couldn't see anything clearly.
This was the first time He Sang came to Liang Jishen's office.
The overall color scheme is gray and black, giving it a retro feel. The small window above the floor-to-ceiling window is half open, and the cool breeze from the high-rise building makes the papers on the desk rustle.
He leaned back in the soft leather chair and read a magazine with European and American models on the cover. A gust of wind blew the inner pages, but he was so focused on turning them back that he didn't notice her come in.
Cheng Xun wanted to remind him, but He Sang gestured to stop him. She tiptoed behind him and covered her eyes with her hands.
"Robbery."
Liang Jishen paused for only a second and closed the magazine. "Robbery?"
He Sang tilted her head and looked at him from the right. Half of his face was smiling, and the curve of his lips was very beautiful. She quickly opened her palm and glanced at the upper half of his face. The corners of his eyes were raised, his brows were stretched, and he looked relaxed and lazy, letting her toss and tease him.
The moment the man opened his eyes, she quickly closed them again.
"Robbery."
"Here you go." He said generously, "Not robbing you?"
"No robbery."
Liang Jishen stopped smiling, and He Sang added, "Your lust is not to my taste."
"Who suits your taste?"
She thought seriously, "The young and handsome guy from the theatre."
The man brushed her hand away, moved his chair, and turned around. Outside the window was the scorching sunlight. The spring light was not dazzling, but dry and bright, enveloping him as if he were coated with a layer of dazzling gold.
Liang Jishen stroked her chin and said teasingly, "You're drooling because of greed. Is the color not to your taste?"
She turned to leave, but he grabbed her and said, "Just kidding."
The man hugged her by the waist, shaking her with his long, strong thighs, "I'm robbing you."
He Sang picked up a magazine featuring blonde, blue-eyed, busty, and athletic exotic women. "Rob them."
"Are you jealous?" Liang Jishen pointed at a pink diamond necklace worn by a model. "Let me see this."
She also stroked the picture and asked, "Who is it for?"
"Send it to a stray dog." He said half angrily and half laughing.
He Sang raised his head and asked, "Can you tell the difference between male and female?"
Liang Jishen touched her skillfully and said, "Female, I'll give you this one."
He Sang put his arms around his neck, and the veins on his neck bulged, which felt strangely and comfortably addictive. Perhaps the office was too stimulating, and it was the solemn and dignified office of China Overseas Group. The secretive atmosphere made Liang Jishen kiss her more vigorously and wildly, making her dizzy and gasping for breath.
She was equally thrilled. She had snuck into the office building quietly. The turmoil had subsided, but it wasn't, and his colleagues were still discussing it privately. "Secretly meeting" at the height of the storm felt like going against the grain.
In a man's hierarchy of pleasure, extramarital affair is at the pinnacle.
So they like to create an environment for "stealing" pleasure in the car, in the wild, or on the balcony.
Liang Ji kissed her so deeply that he almost lost control. He Sang held the back of his hand and put his knees together. "There are subordinates outside."
"You still seduce me when you know I have a subordinate?"
"I have something..."
"I have something to do, too."
His nose was high and firm, and he licked and kissed her shoulders, with a clear sense of grinding.
He Sang shrugged and raised his face, "I'm on business."
"Isn't this my business?"
"What are you doing..."
Liang Jishen was serious and calm. "Working with you is all business. I'm not doing it right now, and it's affecting my work."
He put his hand inside, and He Sang trembled with itchiness. He pushed him away and asked, "Where is the bathroom?"
The man laughed and continued to look inside. "What are you washing? I don't mind you."
"I'm washing my feet—" He Sang shook off his shoes, "There's a takeout box leaking in the hall, and I stepped in the soup."
"No wonder you smell like braised fish." He said in disgust again, "Go wash."
Behind the small door next to the bookshelf is the deputy general manager's rest room, an independent one-bedroom and one-bathroom apartment. Whenever Liang Jishen works overtime and has no time to go home, he will sleep in it. Occasionally, when he is entertaining guests at a nearby restaurant, he will also change his shirt and take a shower in it to sober up.
This is how Xin Xin took advantage of the loophole.
While Liang Jishen was sobering up inside, she lay on the sofa, hugged his shirt and trousers, took a photo together, set it as the screensaver, and pretended to be casual when they met next time, and deliberately exposed it to He Sang. He Sang couldn't get the photo and couldn't ask Liang Jishen. If Xin Xin hadn't played similar tricks too many times and exposed her true colors, He Sang would have really been mentally broken by her.
After washing his shoes, He Sang came out of the bathroom.
Liang Jishen happened to be watching her. He felt that He Sang was a gentle yet resilient vine, and he was a tall tree. She clung to him, seemingly dependent on him to others, but what was the reality? In the year or so she had been with him, she had refused to become a mere canary, nurtured by him. She would rather work through the night and rehearse to earn the tens of thousands of yuan in appearance fees than lose herself, her inner strength.
Not only her breasts and buttocks met his aesthetic standards, but her stubbornness, aloofness, and confused temper were all his favorite things.
"Mrs. Zhou and I went to a temple in another province to worship Buddha and burn incense. She prayed for a child, and I prayed for a peace amulet."
"How long?"
"Three days..."
He didn't look well.
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