Chapter 161: Sheep in the Tiger's Mouth
"Brother Hui, who is that?" Yaoer spotted Fang Anyi, "She's been staring at you for a long time."
Liang Chihui concentrated on aiming at the main ball and adjusting the club head. The red ball was far away but at a good angle. He relaxed his forearm slightly, stretched his lines, and coordinated his wrist to exert force, and the red ball fell into the pocket.
"Who's watching me?"
The youngest raised his chin.
Liang Chihui turned around and fixed his gaze on Fang Anyi. He looked neither surprised nor unsurprised. He said calmly and gracefully, "Ms. Fang."
Her heart nearly jumped out of her throat, "Mr. Liang...what are you doing here?"
The youngest was happy, "Let's eat spicy hot pot."
"Stop smiling so frivolously." Liang Chihui warned.
"Come play ball." He replied politely and sat on the sofa.
Fang Anyi was angry with herself because her opening remarks were too clumsy.
Liang Chihui was quite gentlemanly and refined, but for some reason, she just didn't have the courage to look him in the eye.
His eyes seemed to have a magnetic field with a huge suction force, hooking her and wrapping her around him, and she was powerless to resist.
"Your snooker skills are impressive." The youngest walked around the court, searching for a breakthrough. "No live ball to hit?"
Liang Chihui took a 50ml bottle of whiskey and leaned against the back of the sofa, "I've already given it to you."
"That's fucking annoying." The youngest player fouled the ball after hitting a shot. "What was your peak score before?"
He sipped his wine, "Anyway, the opponent didn't score."
The youngest child came closer and sniffed the bottle. "Genting 1919! Did the wind blow your money here?"
"The wine in the cellar."
“Send me a bottle!”
"I only brought one bottle of——"
Fang Anyi felt that the world was still.
Liang Chihui's voice was clear and pleasant, and every word he spoke was calm. The sofa area was dim, and under the dim light, his face was warm and fair. Everything about him was infinitely magnified, his eyes, his taste, his posture, all of which came to her in waves.
Densely entangled.
Fang Anyi walked over to table number 3. She had never played before, only watched the game, so her cue-holding posture wasn't quite right. Xiao'er finished a shot, committed a foul, and went to the sidelines to change cues. He glanced at her and said, "Ms. Fang, you don't know how to play?"
Her cheeks flushed, "I forgot how to call..."
"Girls don't like playing billiards, right? Besides, you don't even know how to play. Do you have other motives for coming to the billiard hall?"
Yao'er's experience in the love field is no less than Zhou Kun's, and he sees through Fang Anyi's thoughts at a glance.
However, these playboys couldn't compare to Liang Chihui. Their nature was different. They slept with women for real, while Liang Chihui's love affairs were mostly flirtatious, never touching women. They would go to drinking parties, card rooms, swimming pools, and take women out for company, just to have some fun.
"Our Second Young Master Liang knows how to play. He can clear the table with 9 balls in one stroke. Miss Fang, can he teach you?"
Fang Anyi's face turned red like a boiled shrimp, she looked at Liang Chihui with anticipation and nervousness, "Is it troublesome?"
The youngest smacked his lips, "Teaching a beautiful woman, what's the trouble with men?"
Liang Chihui hit a pink ball, and the waiter scored 6 points. He immediately straightened up and asked, "Miss Fang, do you need any?"
Fang Anyi lowered her eyes and nodded slightly.
He unexpectedly beckoned over a female sparring partner and said, "Teach Miss Fang how to play at the entry level."
The youngest looked at Fang Anyi and found that she was indeed a lady from a scholarly family. Although she was disappointed, she immediately controlled her emotions and did not lose her composure.
The sparring partner asked her to return to table 3 and taught her the basic rules, including the scores of the colored balls and how to play.
She lost interest.
Liang Chihui is so special.
He refused to even act.
The outside world tacitly accepts that the second branch of the Liang family is weak. Yao Wenji is a divorced wife, and Liang Chihui has no power. The gap between her and the original wife's branch and the current branch is quite large. Logically, Liang Chihui is most eager for an alliance. With a springboard of power, he can compete with the eldest son and the third son.
But he was so indifferent.
That kind of nonchalant aura is so captivating.
The youngest child reported in a low voice, "Brother Hui, I estimate her to be 38D."
Liang Chihui said calmly, "Do you have business?"
"You—"
Fang Anyi listened from the side and felt moved again.
At the end of the evening, the youngest took the initiative to blow a kiss to her, "Beautiful girl, let's play together next time."
Liang Chihui didn't pay attention to Fang Anyi at first. It was only when his youngest son greeted him that he nodded slightly without saying anything.
Since they stopped fighting, Fang Anyi naturally had no interest in wasting time and went downstairs to leave.
Libai Billiard Hall is a high-end gaming venue in Hebei Province. It has a separate parking lot diagonally across the street.
Liang Chihui lit a cigarette in the wind and chatted with the youngest child. His smile was cool and he looked handsome and evil.
But he is a mature man with a mature and romantic nature, which is really shocking to the eyes and soul.
He is so domineering.
Sex appeal is everywhere.
The Fang family's fame in the upper class is comparable to that of the Ye family, one of the four major families. Traditional wealthy families attach great importance to cultural quality and cultivation. The reason why Hu Dafa and his wife are not qualified to enter the mainstream circle is because they are local tycoons.
The men Fang Jingru introduced to her were either talented in writing or upright in character, which made her numb.
If a black rose suddenly blooms in the White Rose Manor, it must be unique and irresistible.
For example, Liang Chihui.
He raised his head and exhaled a puff of smoke. The youngest child told a joke, and he burst into laughter. "Forty minutes."
"You mean forty minutes? I'd believe you if you were twenty-four, but you're kidding if you're thirty-four."
"You're a dog."
"Female."
Liang Chihui spat out a piece of tobacco and said, "Okay."
The youngest was also confused, "Really forty minutes?"
"Not counting foreplay." He casually dusted off his cigarette. "It'll be an hour."
The youngest child curled his lips and said, "What year is it? You don't even have a girlfriend now."
Liang Chihui held the cigarette butt in his mouth and laughed even louder.
Fang Anyi couldn't hear what they were talking about, she only saw Liang Chihui's tall, thin and straight outline, which was so handsome and eye-catching under the scorching yellow sunset.
Their eyes met, and she felt as if her heart was being rubbed hard.
His whole body froze, unable to move his eyes away.
Liang Chihui's smile slowly faded away, and his dark eyes were as deep as the sea. After pausing for a few seconds, he withdrew his gaze.
He is novel and gorgeous.
It was something different in Fang Anyi's world, contrary to her twenty-nine years of life.
......
He Sang visited Xiawa Village for an entire afternoon. The village chief arranged a little boy to be his guide. All left-behind women, children and elderly people living alone were registered and received a monthly subsidy of 600 yuan.
Liang Jishen was reluctant to let her work hard, and she was afraid that there would be omissions or false claims, so she insisted on registering in person.
As I was almost home, I passed by a messy little bungalow. Water was dripping from the roof, and the bricks and tiles were windy on all sides. The wooden door was locked, and I could vaguely see the figure of a woman swaying back and forth.
The little boy shouted, "Auntie."
The woman didn't respond.
The little boy grabbed a handful of peanuts and threw them in, explaining to He Sang, "She's mute, my Uncle Erga's wife. She wasn't honest, and Uncle Erga always beat her. Then he got tired of her and just left her alone."
"Her husband beats her?" He Sang wondered. "Does the village chief know about this?"
"There are more than 20 villages in the township, with thousands of people. How does the township head know?"
Poor and desolate places breed unruly people. It's not uncommon for unsuccessful men to vent their frustrations on women through domestic violence. Neighbors, having known each other for generations, inevitably protect each other.
The drama troupe that went to Shangwan Village for a performance was He Sang's former employer. A colleague posted on WeChat Moments, "A bunch of middle-aged men are not doing their jobs, drinking and playing cards under the big elm tree at the village entrance. No wonder they're poor."
He Sang thought that Liang Jing gave subsidies to women and children, but did not mention male villagers. He had come here many times for in-depth investigations. Liang Jing must not tolerate those who have hands and feet but do not work.
She walked absentmindedly for more than a hundred meters and looked back at the small bungalow.
Liang Ji stayed in the east room that night. After washing his face, He Sang returned to the room. In addition to the bedding, there was an extra towel on the bed.
The big wooden beds in the village are indeed uncomfortable.
Just a towel wouldn't do much good.
The man looked at her and said, "It's rough."
He Sang was so scared that he looked in the mirror, "Is it the face, the hand?"
"Come here."
She sat on the edge of the bed, bent over. Liang Jishen suppressed his laughter and said, "Have you heard of an idiom?"
He Sang was in no mood. "What's wrong?"
Liang Jishen hugged her and said, "A sheep in the tiger's mouth."
His mouth was filled with the refreshing minty taste of toothpaste, and his tongue was flexible. He Sang came to his senses in a daze and wondered why he had laid out the towel. After all, he was a guest, and it would be inappropriate to dirty the bedding.
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