Chapter 15 Do you do it with her frequently?
It is true that this thong belongs to He Sang. If she had not broken up with Liang Jishen, she would have worn it.
Li Zhen taught her that love and marriage must maintain passion, first of all, interest, and secondly, stability. Interest cannot be static, and stability cannot be full of crying and quarreling.
He Sang is good in every way, but he is too embarrassed to admit his shame, and has wasted the talent that God has given him.
Occasionally acting like a flirty little devil and being a little wild in bed can really catch a man's eye.
She chose this one based on the store provided by Li Zhen.
I packed my luggage in a panic that day and brought it to the hotel in a daze.
The man stood up, walked around He Sang, and took out a piece of clothing from the bag with his fingers. He held it up to the orange light. It was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the crotch was so narrow that it was negligible. His face was half gloomy, half smiling. "Very sexy. Good taste."
He Sang was furious and tried to snatch it away, but he held it above his head, letting her grab it, and then he kept it hanging so that she couldn't get hold of it.
He stroked the lace with his thumb. She must look stunning and lifelike in this dress.
"I didn't see you wearing it when you were with me. Now that you're with someone else, why are you wearing it?"
"I have nothing to do with Zhou Chen."
Liang Jishen threw the bag back. He was tall and broad, and his tall, dark shadow cast a cold and oppressive look. "Didn't they admit that they had feelings for each other in the ward?"
He has always had a good memory, both photographic and auditory.
He Sang panted weakly, "Are you simply wary of Zhou Chen, or are you suspicious that I'm having an affair with him while you're with me, and you're feeling uncomfortable?"
Liang Ji looked deep into her eyes and asked, "Do you have one?"
He Sang said nothing and just looked at him.
He couldn't help but feel irritated and was the first to give in. "There's no difference between the two."
He Sang had expectations. He was wary of Zhou Chen's existence and was annoyed that she had other men and other feelings.
This expectation was finally broken.
Her eyes were slightly red and she turned her back.
Liang Jishen pulled the collar with such force that two buttons broke off and rolled to her feet.
He Sang ignored it and walked over, opened the refrigerator and took out a box of fruit tomatoes. He stuffed them into his mouth one by one without any taste.
"You're making trouble with me?" The man observed her aggrieved expression. "You fainted from hunger once, and you faint again?"
He Sang walked past him, took the bath towel hanging in the closet, and went to the bathroom.
She was cold and stubborn, and Liang Jishen knew it. He rubbed his brows, called the hotel, and ordered one meat dish, three vegetable dishes, and a soup.
He Sang came out after drying his hair, his eyes just passing over the man's exposed chest. His shirt was too open, and the hem was not tied tightly, tucked lazily into his belt, giving him one part of casualness and nine parts of toughness and wildness.
She has met countless people in the theater, including rich, famous, and powerful people. Liang Jishen's good looks and temperament are the most unique.
"Are you done washing?" He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the lean tendons on his inner arms. He lifted the lid of the lunch box in front of him, and the aroma of chicken soup wafted out. He Sang stopped moving.
"Just eat something, I have a meeting this afternoon."
Liang Jishen raised his wrist to look at his watch, then picked up his coat and walked away.
He Sang approached the table. The dishes were light and nutritious, but not what she liked.
There wasn't even one that she liked.
Maybe he never paid attention to what he really likes.
Liang Jishen got out of the elevator and stood in the lobby, looking around. "Is he gone?"
"Zhou Chen wanted to follow me upstairs, but I stopped him." Cheng Xun held the umbrella in one hand and opened the car door with the other. "He was chasing Miss He very closely."
"What's her attitude?"
Cheng Xun couldn't guess what the man was thinking, so he chose his words carefully. "It sounds like resistance, but also more protective."
Liang Jishen looked at him with a changeable mood.
He shuddered, "She chased Zhou Chen away because she was worried that if she angered you, you would take action."
Liang Jishen had been holding back his cigarette urge in the room, lighting a cigarette with one hand, "Which theater is he in?"
"I was originally working at the provincial theater, but I made a request and was transferred to the municipal theater."
The man puffed out smoke.
Cheng Xun continued to report, "Miss Song spent 690,000 yuan at the International Shopping Mall yesterday, and this morning she met a man at the Yinglanduo Western Restaurant in the city center."
Liang Jishen held a cigarette in his mouth, his face expressionless, "What kind of man is that?"
"Miss Song and he probably weren't familiar with each other. They chatted for no more than ten minutes before parting ways. Also, the wife went to South Bay."
Ji Xilan can't sit still.
He had expected this.
The day Song He showed up, everyone was under her surveillance, including He Sang.
She wished she could eliminate these thorns in her eyes one by one, so that he could focus on competing with Liang Jing and fighting with Liang Chihui.
*
The tour was originally scheduled for Malaysia at the end of the month, but due to the failure to negotiate the venue rental, the date was temporarily rescheduled. Performances were only held in theaters on weekends, with He Sang as the opening and closing act.
She was changing clothes backstage when a colleague called out through the door, "Sister Sang, someone's looking for you."
He Sang put on her earrings and walked out the door. A fat, big-eared man blocked her way and asked, "He Sang, do you remember me?"
She looked at the man and remembered him: it was Hu Dafa.
Mr. Hu sent her flower baskets, red envelopes, and room cards for more than eight months, but He Sang ignored him. Later, when Hu Dafa learned that she was hooking up with Liang Jishen, he immediately ran away and dared not show up. This time, he had heard the news and had been holding back his lust for too long, so he had to succeed.
He Sang had to be polite, "Mr. Hu, are you here to watch the show?"
"I came to see you."
She tried to move left, but Hu Dafa blocked her way. She tried to move right, but he blocked her way again, with a malicious grin on his face. "How much does the Third Young Master of the Liang Family pay you? Yearly, monthly, or frequency?"
He Sang was not in a good mood. She stretched out her hand to push him away, but he held her hand instead. She sniffed her fragrance and said, "You are so smooth and slippery. You are happy to serve him, but not me?"
She tried to pull her hand away, but failed. Hu Dafa pressed her tightly against him, thrusting his hips obscenely. "You used to be so aloof, and I believed you. Women who are too easy to get along with are not interesting. But now you're with Liang Laosan. Why are you pretending to be a pure girl?"
"Hu Dafa!" He Sang struggled. After all, there was a huge difference in physical strength between men and women. The more she struggled, the tighter he held her. It was like a game of cat and mouse. He was so excited that his face turned red.
"It's just a matter of money. Let's be clear. Name a price. It's a one-time deal. In your line of work, what woman can't you get for money?"
As the saying goes, a phoenix in decline is worse than a chicken. In the eyes of these men who play with social rules, she is already in decline without Liang Jishen's support.
"Linyuan——"
As He Sang screamed, Hu Dafa quickly covered her mouth and dragged her to the emergency passage in a hidden corner.
"Mr. Hu."
Suddenly, a clear and gentle male voice interrupted him. Hu Dafa paused and turned around.
The man's position was facing the skylight and the light, making it somewhat dark and unclear.
"Who is it?" Hu Dafa glared at the man.
From the depths of the darkness, there was a low laugh that lasted for two seconds, and then the man walked out of the shadows.
"It's Mr. Liang."
Hu Dafa let go of He Sang and took the initiative to greet him, intending to shake hands. Liang Chihui looked at his unfastened trouser chain with a mocking look in his eyes, "Mr. Hu, in public, is too disrespectful to women?"
This really choked Hu Dafa's lungs. He has always had a bad reputation when it comes to women. "We were just catching up. She and I are old acquaintances."
Liang Chihui raised his eyebrows and said, "Since we are old acquaintances, we should be more careful in what we say and do. If outsiders don't know the truth and ruin Mr. Hu's reputation, and misunderstand you as bullying men and women, it will be more trouble than it's worth."
Hu Dafa laughed awkwardly, "Yes..."
Liang Chihui slowly wiped his hands with a handkerchief, his porcelain-white knuckles weaving through the patterns of emerald bamboo, elegant and graceful, "Boss Hu, anything else?"
Hu Dafa reacted instantly and pretended to say goodbye.
He Sang straightened his clothes and walked forward, "Thank you, Mr. Liang, for helping me."
"It's just a piece of cake." Liang Chihui picked up the earrings on the ground and handed them to her, "Don't lose them again."
She took it and heard him say, "My father is in the audience too."
He Sang was stunned. "Now?"
Liang Chihui smiled and said, "Isn't today Miss He's home court? Of course I have to show my support."
It was indeed her home turf, with one lead role and two supporting roles, all performed consecutively. After Manli's demotion, she lost a leading actress. As the name suggests, a leading actress is someone who is beautiful, has good lines, and is popular with the audience. If He Sang didn't do all the heavy lifting, no one would be able to sell tickets.
She put on her makeup and hurried back to the stage, and sure enough, Liang Yanzhang was in the VIP seats on the second floor.
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