Chapter 172 Ruthless and Sexy
Liang Chihui's arms were folded across the armrest of the sofa, his eyelids half closed. A string of song titles flashed across the screen of the karaoke machine, and he suddenly opened his eyes, "Can you sing?"
The model glanced over and saw a duet of a love song, "A Little Touched?"
He said calmly, "Will it?"
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Liang Chihui bowed slightly and picked up the microphone. "Click."
The model was very surprised. He never sang in the venue. His ex-girlfriends accompanied him to various social events locally and abroad. No matter how happy they were at the party, he would not sing if the customers urged him to sing.
When Liang Chihui sang the line "I can't believe I can't help myself", it was the model's turn to sing, and he felt a little irritated.
He Sang sang this song to himself.
She is tone-deaf, but her voice is pleasant, like a willow twig, thin and soft, tickling her ears and heart.
She lost badly playing cards that night, and her neck was red. Liang Chihui sat next to her and noticed that her hands were shaking, especially when he gave her chips, which cost ten thousand yuan each, as if cutting her flesh.
In fact, the third brother has plenty of money.
During his college years, he worked part-time at a law firm, specializing in economic cases. He knew every company's ins and outs very well, and invested his living expenses every semester in the competitive stock market and real estate. With the interest compounded over more than ten years, he had already earned assets worth hundreds of millions.
The third brother was willing to spend money on He Sang, but she didn't smell like money from head to toe. Unlike the women in that circle, they would like to replace the bank with a jewelry store and wear all kinds of money.
When she steps off the stage, she always looks at home, like the spring breeze in March and the peach and plum blossoms in April.
It feels comfortable to the heart of a man.
Liang Chihui impatiently put down the microphone. This model was from a music school and his pitch was impeccable, but he suddenly lost interest in singing and said, "Cut it off."
The model thought she had offended him and quickly paused.
"Boss Liang, this song is too old. How about a new one?"
Liang Chihui patted her back nonchalantly and said, "You sing, and I listen."
Fang Anyi in the corridor looked dazed.
The Liang Chi Hui in this scene is completely different from the Liang Chi Hui she saw in the Zhuyuan box and the Libai Billiard Hall.
He is bad in a way that is willful, ostentatious and romantic.
Colorful light beads flashed across his face. He was no longer the jade-like Second Young Master Liang, but the wild and domineering Boss Liang.
"Miss, who are you looking for?"
Fang Anyi suddenly came back to his senses and stared at Ni Hong in front of him, "Is your boss Liang Chihui?"
Ni Hong narrowed her eyes. She wore no branded goods, but her taste was good. She was a girl brought up in a cultured family, pure and well-behaved.
"Are you looking for Chi Hui?"
Fang Anyi curled up her hands, shaking a little, "Chi Hui... who are you to him?"
"What do you think?" Ni Hong walked past her and pushed the door into the box.
The smell of that enchanting fragrance made her tremble even more violently.
Her companion pulled her, "An Yi, do you have a fever? Why are you shivering?"
Neon didn't close the door. She stood opposite Liang Chihui and said, "Boss Feng left his wallet in the taxi. The driver brought it here. He went to the lobby downstairs."
At this time, Fang Anyi broke free from his companions and came in from outside.
Liang Chihui looked at her silently.
Fang Anyi clenched and unclenched her hands, then clenched and clenched again. All the words were stuck in her throat, and her words were broken and incoherent. "Second Master Liang..."
Ni Hong was pouring wine for him. She slowly straightened up and said half jokingly and half seriously, "Which year did you owe this debt of love?"
Liang Chihui was a little drunk, but the breeze from the corridor sobered him up a lot.
The box was too hot. He had just unbuttoned most of his clothes, and his belt was hanging loose, wrapped around his groin. His whole body was in disarray. He buttoned up his clothes immediately, stood up with his back to her, fastened his belt, and after he was done tidying himself up, he sat down again.
"What are you doing here?"
Fang Anyi was timid and didn't have the courage to look him in the eye, so she subconsciously looked at Ni Hong.
Ni Hong's expression and posture almost crushed her. Fang Anyi was stimulated, or perhaps it was the light from the beams and the smell of alcohol emanating from Liang Chihui that made her dizzy. She blurted out, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
The man frowned, "Who said that?"
Ni Hong crossed her arms and said, "I said so."
Liang Chihui fixed his gaze on Ni Hong for a long time. He then straightened his posture and asked, "Which girl are you jealous of?"
He didn't embarrass herself, and Ni Hong was already satisfied. "I was just teasing her."
"What are you teasing?"
The cigarette butt in the ashtray was still lingering, and the smoke fumed Fang Anyi. He poured some tea on it, and the flame went out.
Fang Anyi bit her lower lip and asked, "Did I disturb you?"
"Excuse me." Liang Chihui leaned against the sofa, "This is not the place for you."
Ni Hong smiled, "Whose daughter are you? Are you secretly running around and having fun? Go home quickly."
Fang Anyi took a quick step forward and said, "I'll just ask you one question and then I'll leave."
The man waved his hand, and Ni Hong left with the model.
The private room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. Fang Anyi's eyes were wet. She didn't know why it was so. It was as if she had fallen from heaven to hell, and then climbed back up and floated in the air. She experienced the ups and downs of her heartbeat that she had not experienced in the past 29 years, but at this moment she experienced them all.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
Liang Chihui denied it, "No."
"Do you have a woman you like?"
He raised his eyes and said, "Miss Fang, I have finished answering your question."
Fang Anyi was stunned. "Let me ask another question——"
"I'm a businessman. In the business world, breaking one's promise is a breach of contract. I don't have that habit." Liang Chihui folded his right leg over his left knee, ruthless and sexy, "Please go back."
Fang Anyi lowered her head for a long while, "My mother and the Liang family mentioned that I would not marry Vice President Liang, did you know that?"
"I don't know." He took out a cigarette and sniffed it. "I rarely go back to the old house."
"Second Master Liang, I'm late again--" A man with a shaved head walked in. Fang Anyi stepped back. His windbreaker was very long and hooked onto the chain of Fang Anyi's backpack. Under his coat was a gray-yellow monk's robe. Most monks' robes in Hebei Province were gray, and only those in other provinces were loess-colored.
Liang Chihui looked at Fang Anyi silently.
She came to her senses and turned to leave.
Her companion pulled her back and asked, "An Yi, do you know Liang Chihui?"
She said nothing.
Her companion advised her, "My father was a client of the Liang Group, entertained by Liang Chihui. His girlfriend at the time was very beautiful, a mixed-race of Chinese, French, German and Portuguese. She held yacht parties in the United States. He had a very wild temper, and you were not his type."
The more wild and unruly Liang Chihui was, and the more unique he was, the more fascinated Fang Anyi became.
He seemed to have her under his control, as he understood too well the desire of a good girl to be rebellious.
In the private room, Liang Chihui told Feng Zhikui, "Lock the door."
Feng Zhikui locked the door and moved a leather stool to block it. He then reported, "According to your instructions, Hu Dafa's wife gathered people from the Hu and Li families and caused a big commotion. Zhao Kai couldn't handle the pressure and arrested He Sang at noon."
Liang Chihui took a sip of wine and asked, "Is the witness's teeth tight?"
"I spent three million to bribe a real monk. He became a monk at the age of 32, has a daughter, and a grandson born at the beginning of the month. He has a congenital heart disease, and he needs money to treat it." Feng Zhikui was proud. "Didn't Liang Jishen suspect that the witness was a fake monk? I hired a real monk who has practiced in Puhua Temple for 20 years. There are records. No matter how Zhao Kai investigates, there will be no loopholes."
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