Chapter 141 Are You Happy?
Liang Jishen came out of the clinic and asked Zhou Kun, "Why is Hu Dafa in Puhua Temple?"
"His wife keeps a fake monk for trysts."
Liang Jishen had no idea about these messy romantic affairs, such as keeping mistresses and gigolos. He was not interested in the private scandals of his colleagues and would not get involved in them himself.
"Where is Mrs. Hu?"
"Still in the province."
"Send someone to monitor her. If Hu Dafa becomes disabled, she'll probably cause trouble."
Zhou Kun also had this thought in mind. "What if Hu Dafa...is seriously injured? Would He Sang be considered excessive self-defense?"
Liang Jishen's forehead swelled up, and he rubbed it twice, "Maybe it belongs to him."
"Can you protect her?"
"Have I wasted all these years?"
Zhou Kun was happy.
Liang Jishen had never asked anyone for help; he was naturally aloof and unsympathetic. Back at the School of Political Science and Law, Old Zhang had said he was the best fit for the government salary, sure to get promoted quickly, but also the worst suited because he didn't fit in.
An organization is a small society where interpersonal relationships and abilities complement each other.
If there is a difference, it is easy to take detours.
He refused.
As a result, Lao Zhang was convinced.
He was so capable that he managed to fight his way out of the exclusion and siege.
Zhou Kun thought he would never owe anyone a favor in his life.
Now, for He Sang, Liang Jishen finally came down to earth.
He walked to the rooftop behind the stairs. Zhou Kun knocked out a cigarette and lit it for him first. "He Sang, are you scared?"
When this was mentioned, Liang Jishen's suppressed anger erupted, "Hu Nongnong is eight or nine years older than her, doesn't he know how to take care of others?"
"Nong Nong is a spoiled child, the apple of my father-in-law's eye. How could she know how to take care of others?" Zhou Kun apologized. "Vice President Liang, can you pick one of the antique paintings in my study?"
Liang Ji glanced at him and asked, "How much is it worth?"
He was proud, "I have a good eye for collecting, and any one of my paintings is worth seven or eight figures."
The man's tone became even more sinister. "Seven or eight figures in exchange for He Sang? Hu Nongnong is spoiled, and I didn't spoil her?"
Zhou Kun choked and clasped his hands together, "I made a slip of the tongue—I can't afford to change it, okay? Please don't hold grudges against me."
He Sang's mood was not very stable, so Liang Jishen made an appointment with a psychologist. The treatment course was three days, and he stayed in the hospital for these three days.
There is a Pigeon Square in Xining Park near the hospital. The sun was strong and the weather was warm in the morning, so Liang Jishen drove He Sang there.
She refused to get out of the car, so Liang Jishen carried her out and sat on the bench. "Let's go feed the pigeons?"
He Sang nestled in his arms without moving.
She is afraid of small animals, dogs, cats, rabbits, she is afraid of them all.
Occasionally, when I felt greedy, I would touch her on the street, but as soon as I approached her, she would hide away again.
He Sang was bitten by a Tibetan mastiff when he was a child. Now he has a scar on his butt, which is right on the birthmark. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it clearly.
But Liang Jishen was a man who was very good at foreplay. He knew every inch of her body very well and could not hide the fact that there were dog bite marks on her butt.
Liang Jishen tore open the package and poured the corn kernels into her palm. "Try it. Pigeons don't bite people. They only peck at you."
"Peck me..." He Sang was confused.
The man took hold of her other hand, spread out his fingers, and kissed her lightly, this time, that time, and she pulled back.
"Are you afraid of pecking like this?"
He Sang was no longer afraid. She walked over. Countless white pigeons circled overhead and were reluctant to land. A few brave grey pigeons grabbed her arms. She looked at them cautiously.
"Liang Jishen——"
She turned her head and saw the man leaning lazily against the back of the chair, looking at her, "What's wrong?"
He Sang raised his arms in disdain, "Their eyes are so small, their mouths are so pointy..."
Liang Jishen hung up Jiang Xiaochu's phone, and the office called again, and he hung up again.
Until Cheng Xun called, he answered the call.
"Hu Dafa suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and is in a coma. Mrs. Hu has already reported the case to another province."
He Sang showed him the pigeon he was greedily eating. He smiled, showing no sign of abnormality. He calmly ordered, "Contact Gu Jianghai. Don't file a case for now."
Cheng Xun looked embarrassed. "Mrs. Hu insisted that Miss He seduced and blackmailed Hu Dafa and committed intentional injury with a weapon. The charges are too severe. Gu Jianghai dared not file a case."
Liang Jishen's face was gloomy and unpredictable. It was obvious that someone with great knowledge was advising Mrs. Hu. He Sang's reputation had plummeted due to the "photo scandal" and the storm had not yet completely subsided. Mrs. Hu accused her of seducing Hu Dafa, and the outside world would believe it.
"Have Gu Jianghai tell her that the person involved is a well-known wealthy businessman from Ji Province. The case happened in another province and has a wide impact. The district bureau is not high enough to take over. Contact the municipal bureau."
Cheng Xun understood, "Will you contact the Municipal Bureau yourself?"
"Yeah." Liang Jishen hung up the phone, his expression extremely gloomy.
He Sang stood in an open space not far away, with pigeons on her shoulders and at her feet, and flowers blooming all around her. The sunlight shone through her body, as if penetrating her. Her long hair and dress were coated with a psychedelic golden color, gentle and white.
"Come here." Liang Jishen called her.
He Sang ran back to him, "Itchy."
"Where does it itch?"
She waved her hand, "My hands are itchy."
Liang Jishen's smile widened, "Isn't your mouth itchy?" He raised his hand, picked off the hair stuck to her lips, and rubbed off the lipstick, making it less sticky.
He Sang was young and loved beauty. She knew that he didn't like women wearing makeup. Except for acting in dramas, she didn't wear any makeup when they were together in private. Liang Jishen was not a male chauvinist and even interfered with his makeup. There was a period of time when he was more indulgent. He kissed her when he got home from get off work and kissed her when he was working in the study. He was suddenly in the mood and did it suddenly. He Sang didn't have time to remove her makeup, so later she simply stopped wearing makeup for convenience.
Successful men seem to like the women at home to be pure and natural, but as for the women outside the home, it doesn’t matter how seductive or revealing they are.
"Are you happy?"
He Sang nodded, "Come tomorrow?"
Liang Jishen smoothed the collar of her coat and said, "Come whenever you want."
"Aren't you going to work?"
"Wait until you go to sleep, then I'll find time to go to work."
......
Back at the hospital, Cheng Xun waved to Liang Jishen at the door of the ward, "Mr. Liang."
He stood up and closed the door behind him. "What's going on?"
"Liang Chihui is at Puhua Temple."
The man looked unhappy. "Is he here?"
"In the early morning of the day when Miss He went to Puhua Temple, Liang Chihui was stabbed at the provincial border and was staying in the Zen room in the north courtyard."
Liang Jishen narrowed his eyes and looked at the light reflected on the marble tiles.
"Although Huang Biao gave Feng Zhikui away, the physical evidence was insufficient. After all, he wasn't the biggest mastermind, and crucial physical evidence wouldn't remain in Huang Biao's hands. Therefore, Feng Zhikui wasn't arrested. He's been missing for over a month, and Liang Chihui is likely to have suffered revenge from him."
Cheng Xun understood what Liang Jishen was afraid of. "I've also asked the monks at the temple. Miss He and Mrs. Zhou live and eat together, inseparable. She didn't have the opportunity to visit Liang Chihui alone. Maybe it was a coincidence?"
A coincidence across provinces.
It's hard to believe it was a coincidence.
Besides, Puhua Temple is not the only temple in other provinces.
Puhua Temple is a popular temple on the Internet. It has been hyped up a lot and has good greenery. The environment is surrounded by mountains and rivers. In the bustling metropolis, this old-fashioned temple that returns to nature is very novel. Zhou Kun secretly investigated and found that rich wives kept male lovers there and donated a lot of money for incense and offerings to the real monks in the temple. Therefore, the temple is very popular and word of mouth spreads to ten people, and from ten to a hundred, pilgrims come in an endless stream.
To avoid the Liang family's pursuit, Liang Chihui should go to a remote temple, Puhua Temple...
"Does he have any acquaintances in Puhua Temple?"
Cheng Xun didn't pay attention to this. "I'll check it right away."
Liang Jishen stood in front of the skylight for a moment, calmed down, and returned to the company to make up for the meeting that was canceled yesterday.
He Sang woke up from his nap and saw a man standing beside the bed, but it was not Liang Jishen.
"woke up?"
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