Chapter 137 Flirting
He Sang followed him. The figure passed by the second Zen room and did not stop, but went straight to the first Zen room where Mrs. Hu lived.
She breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the door open. Hu Nongnong was still asleep. She opened the suitcase and took out toiletries and new clothes. The noise was a bit loud, and Hu Nongnong woke up. "You went to the north room?"
"I met an acquaintance, a colleague from the Hebei Provincial Drama Theater, and we chatted for a while."
Hu Nongnong didn't think much about it, "Dinner."
He Sang pointed to the lunch box on the table and said, "There's rice porridge, vegetables, and sugar cakes."
She was absent-minded, recalling the figure just now, and it was most likely Hu Dafa.
He also came to Puhua Temple.
Enemies often meet on a narrow road.
However, Hu Dafa should not have time to bother himself. He wore Mrs. Hu's green hat very firmly. His wife felt guilty and, out of compensation, was very considerate and gentle to her husband. How could Hu Dafa have the extra energy to wander around?
He Sang came to his senses when his cell phone rang. It was a video call from Liang Jishen.
She answered the call and walked out.
The background of the screen is the office of China Overseas Group. He is wearing a deep blue suit with the buttons buttoned neatly and the collar of his white shirt open. He looks serious on the outside but playful on the inside. These two completely different temperaments are combined in him so contradictory and yet so suitable.
"Are you done begging?"
He Sang was confused for a moment, "What do you want..."
The man was amused by the confused look on his face. "What were you doing?"
She lowered her eyelids obediently and said, "I donated 10,000 yuan for incense and Mrs. Zhou donated 60,000 yuan."
Liang Jishen leaned against the sofa, his posture casual, "Donating too little, it won't work."
"Mrs. Zhou is praying for a child, but I'm not. It would be a waste to donate so much. If I do pray for a child someday, I'll donate more, maybe 600,000 yuan."
"Six hundred thousand? How many?"
"Mrs. Zhou is praying for twins, a boy and a girl. I'm praying for quadruplets."
Liang Jishen burst out laughing, "I can't afford to raise four children."
She said nothing, squatting under the cherry tree, her fingers drawing back and forth on the bluestone, "Do you prefer a daughter or a son?"
"I like them all."
Li Zhen's husband gave her the same answer, but the baby items they brought home were mostly for boys, which inadvertently put pressure on Li Zhen. Li Zhen explained that in the top mainstream circles, both sexes are accepted and pampered equally. A daughter of a first wife even holds higher status than a son of a second wife, citing their legitimate lineage. In the lower-tier upper classes, however, daughters are prized for their family's prosperity. A wealthy man's daughter is married to a son of a powerful family; a powerful man's daughter is married to a son of a wealthy family, allowing the powerful to cross over into another class. The bottom tier of the wealthy has a narrow vision and is the most feudal. Zeng Mingwei, with a net worth in the tens of millions, ranks at the bottom of the provincial rich list. He fawns over those with billions and even hundreds of billions of yuan daily, dreaming of raising a son to inherit the family fortune and help the Zeng family recover. But there are tens of thousands of wealthy people in Ji Province, but fewer than ten capable sons, and the Liang family alone accounts for three. There aren't many to show for themselves, and they're experts at losing money on entertainment and investments.
Tired of squatting, He Sang sat on a stone bench, holding his chin, "There's always someone I like more. Pick one."
Liang Ji thought for a second, "Does the daughter take after her father?"
“It seems so.”
"Then give birth to a daughter, she will be beautiful."
He Sang was not very happy and glanced at him, "Just because I'm ugly?"
"What does it have to do with you?" The man said with a smile, "I'm having a child with someone else."
"You can have the baby with whoever you want." She was about to hang up.
"I'm teasing you." Liang Jishen stopped him, "If you don't know how to tease, then don't tease me anymore."
He Sang bit his lower lip and asked, "Is Jiang Xiaochu at work?"
The man raised an eyebrow and glanced at the lunch box on the desk. "You have sharp eyes."
"What's in the box?"
Liang Jishen opened the lid of the box.
Japanese sushi, sugar-free cake, and crispy beef patties.
The little girl's ability to conquer men is indeed not simple.
I can’t guess what I like to eat and what I don’t like to eat, so I just combine Chinese and Western food.
Considering this tedious and complicated handicraft, it would be ungentlemanly for a man not to take a bite.
After one bite, there will be two bites, three bites, and the attack will continue step by step.
The most important thing is the heart, unrestrained enthusiasm, straightforwardness and frankness, no coyness or hiding things. Men can easily have a good impression and pity for such girls.
"Is it to your taste?"
"I didn't eat it." Liang Jishen lit a cigarette. "It's too oily."
He Sang poked at the white cherry blossoms scattered on the stone table and asked, "Are you living in the company?"
He tilted his head back slightly, puffing out cigarette smoke, "I'm too lazy to bother."
"Secretary Cheng is on vacation. Can Jiang Xiaochu fill in for him for a few days?"
"Cheng Xun is staying in the office to work overtime." Liang Jishen knew what she was talking about. "Jiang Xiaochu is off work."
He Sang finally smiled.
Men can't prevent women from being around them at work. There are too many serious interactions. Furthermore, the boundaries between public and private life, and the proper balance between men and women, are inherently determined by men's wishes. Women control the process, but not the outcome.
"You go left."
Liang Jishen frowned and ordered her.
She moved half a meter, and Liang Jishen discovered a sneaky silhouette behind the cherry tree, fat and sturdy, obviously a man.
Peeping at He Sang.
Liang Jishen narrowed his eyes slightly, "Where is Hu Nongnong?"
"We're having dinner in the Zen room. Are you looking for her?"
"No." He had a shadow of doubt in his heart, worried about He Sang's safety, "Lock the door at night. Will you come back tomorrow?"
She nodded meekly, "Come back."
He Sang became docile, looking lively and sweet, very attractive.
He felt a little anxious in his lower abdomen, "Unbutton."
"No." She refused, "Buddha is just above my head."
Liang Jishen laughed and said, "You have the talent to become a nun."
Hu Dafa stood under the cherry tree not far away for a long while, then turned back to the house, "Is He Sang here too?"
"She's acting in a play at the Provincial Drama Theater," Mrs. Hu said, changing into her pajamas and lying down. "It's nothing unusual. Young girls these days are very active in seeking marriage and children."
Hu Dafa held a cigarette between his lips. "She went back to Hebei Province. The bodyguard saw her in Mrs. Qiu's car."
"Does Liang Laosan want her?" Mrs. Hu was also puzzled. "Old Jiang from the province introduced Liang Laosan to the daughter of a prominent figure, whose surname is Fang."
Hu Dafa had no impression. "Which big shot?"
"Who else but Fang Jingru could be a prominent figure with the surname Fang?" Mrs. Hu covered her nose. "Oh my, are you going to die? Smoking is prohibited in temples."
Hu Dafa was impatient, "No one cares!"
After he finished smoking this cigarette, he had an idea and put it out and went out.
"Where are you going?" Mrs. Hu put on her coat and chased out, but Hu Dafa had already disappeared without a trace.
He Sang slept restlessly the whole night, feeling as if someone was swaying outside the window. He turned on the flashlight and shone it over, but there was nothing.
Maybe I was too tired and was too attached to my bed, so I was hallucinating.
It wasn't until the next morning, when He Sang got up to wash up and was blocked by Hu Dafa in the yard, that she suddenly realized, "It's you?"
"Me what?" He grinned.
"You know it well." He Sang dodged with an expressionless face and hid in the pool.
"Did Liang Laosan dump you?"
She ignored him, and after washing up, she splashed water with her backhand, splashing water everywhere under Hu Dafa's feet. He jumped high and grinned, "I love you the most, little hot pepper."
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