Chapter 148 The Woman I Brought Back
Fang Anyi's ears turned red, "I'm not thin..."
He picked up a piece of fish and placed it in He Sang's bowl. "You're too skinny. Eat more. Grow up until you're as plump and plump as Miss Fang."
"Second brother." Liang Yanzhang glanced at him. "That's not decent."
Liang Chihui smiled uninhibitedly and asked He Sang in a low voice, "Is it salty?"
She didn't eat it. "Mr. Liang, I'll pick it up myself."
The man couldn't hear clearly and thought she wanted to eat something else, so he moved closer to her and asked, "What do you want?"
Liang Jishen pressed the service bell at this time. The sudden ring startled He Sang. She looked up and met his gaze.
His eyes were dark and deep, with a dark undercurrent like ink. It seemed as if he was looking at her unintentionally, but also as if he was lingering on purpose. He Sang held the handle of the spoon, his breathing stagnant.
"Why don't you use chopsticks?" Liang Chihui laughed in her ear.
He Sang came back to his senses and said, "I'll drink the soup later."
He frowned, "Still losing weight?"
On the way to see Li Zhen in the morning, Dean Huang called and asked her when she would return to perform.
Qingming Festival and May Day are the peak tourist seasons. There are many scenic spots in other provinces and the drama is also famous. The theater has started rehearsals. The old copyrights of the large-scale historical dramas "Yang Guifei" and "Dream of Red Mansions" have expired, and the screenwriters of the new copyrights have added a lot of new lines. Su Su has completely disappeared since she offended Liang Jishen, and the sponsor has not found her. Tao Yan has a bad head shape, it is a flat head, which is not suitable for ancient costumes, so He Sang must take the lead.
She did not give a clear answer to Dean Huang. The incident with Liang Chihui was too big, including the accident at Puhua Temple. There was still no news about Hu Dafa. She had to consult Liang Jishen about whether it was a good time to go on stage.
The waiter opened the door and went straight to seat number 5, "Mr. Liang, your orders."
"Is there any soup?"
"The ingredients for the Eight Treasures Soup are delicate and require a little longer cooking time."
He moved his wrist flexibly and said, "Bring me a bowl of hot porridge first."
The waiter left, and five minutes later, a bowl of seafood porridge was brought in. Liang Jishen unbuttoned his collar with one hand and gestured to He Sang with the other, "Give it to her."
Fang Jingru and his wife looked at each other, their hearts skipping a beat.
When they entered the room, they didn't notice the girl. She was a small figure next to Liang Chihui. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and the space between the table and chair was narrow. He was leaning sideways and couldn't sit up straight, which just blocked her view.
He Sang was wearing a white coat and white pants, and his skin was also white. He was standing against the wall. If it weren't for his smooth black hair, he would have been completely invisible.
Fang Jingru looked at her carefully, and gradually he had an impression of her. He cleared his throat and asked, "Yan Zhang, who is this?"
Mrs. Fang was very dissatisfied. Although she had seen many examples of the red flag flying at home while the colorful flags were flying outside, the reason she attached herself to the Liang family was because of the Liang family's good family tradition. Now Fang Anyi has not even married into the family yet, but the colorful flags were blatantly inserted into the family dinner. The actors have all kinds of tricks and are best at controlling men. How can Fang Anyi have a good life?
She pointed it out directly, "He Sang from the Drama Theater."
There was total silence at the table.
Ji Xilan didn't understand what Liang Chihui was up to and insisted on letting He Sang in. She immediately explained, "Mrs. Fang, you misunderstood. Where is Xiao He——"
"I brought it." Liang Chihui interrupted.
Mrs. Fang was stunned.
Ji Xilan also looked at him.
"Is there a problem?" He smiled, "Is there no right for me to bring a woman back to the Liang family?"
Fang Jingru said hurriedly, "So he's a friend of Mr. Liang, please forgive me for offending you."
He glared at Mrs. Fang, and Mrs. Fang fell silent.
Liang Chihui fiddled with the lighter, still smiling, "Ignorance is not a crime, just be polite next time."
Fang Anyi stared at him blankly.
Under the care of Fang Jingru and his wife, she had never met such a man before. He was a little bad, a little romantic, a soft knife, more domineering than a hard knife, with indescribable contradictions and contrasts.
He clearly looks like a gentle gentleman.
"An Yi, didn't you do a cross-stitch at home?" Mrs. Fang tried to persuade her to please Ji Xilan. "Aunt Liang is about to celebrate her fiftieth birthday."
She was dazed and unresponsive.
Liang Chihui glanced at her indifferently, "Miss Fang, is there anything dirty on my face?"
A magnetic, sticky, mellow and bewitching voice.
Fang Anyi suddenly woke up, his face red as blood.
Mrs. Fang was suspicious, "An Yi, are you feeling unwell?"
"No--"
Fang Anyi took out the cross-stitch from her handbag, which contained eight large, square characters written in flowing style: May your blessings be as vast as the East Sea, and may the music of the zither and the harp be in harmony.
I wish Ji Xilan, as well as Liang Yanzhang, all the best.
Rich ladies care about this the most.
Ji Xilan was very happy and took Fang Anyi's hand, praising her endlessly, "You are so clever, Mrs. Fang, you really know how to teach your daughter."
He Sang lowered her head. There was fog outside the window, the sky was gray, and her heart was also shrouded in a layer of haze.
Liang Chihui chewed his food intermittently, occasionally pursing his lips, occasionally opening them slightly, then he stood up with a cigarette in his mouth, "I have a craving for a cigarette, please excuse me."
After he quit smoking, he relapsed and his addiction was even stronger than before he quit. Liang Chihui simply gave up control and smoked whenever he wanted.
When leaving the box, Fang Anyi had to pass behind Ji Xilan. The moment Liang Chihui left, she smelled a faint masculine scent.
It spreads coldly and slowly, inch by inch, penetrating into the heart.
As Liang Chihui closed the door, the screen of Liang Jishen's mobile phone on the corner of the table lit up. It was Lao Zhang's call.
He knew what was going on and answered the call calmly.
"Zhao Kai has asked for leave."
Liang Jishen had anticipated this. "My scope of business is so broad? Even if the Municipal Bureau asks for leave, they have to report to me?"
"Stop pretending!" Old Zhang, a reserved and cultured man, couldn't help but get angry when he saw him. "Why did he ask for leave?"
"He's over thirty years old, and you don't allow him to have a romantic relationship?"
"Bullshit! Zhao Kai's daughter is four years old, what's the point of talking about love!"
The man propped his left arm on the table, his right leg bent, his posture domineering, "Talk to his wife."
"Liang Jishen." Old Zhang laughed. "Your little lover is amazing. Hu Dafa is most likely a vegetable, you know that."
Liang Jishen paused.
Old Zhang stopped arguing and said calmly, "You're a law student, so let me give you some medical knowledge. A vegetative state is one in which one cannot move from head to toe. They lie in bed for the rest of their lives, unable to take care of themselves."
The man's five fingers holding the phone clenched together, and his knuckles turned white.
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