Chapter 189 I have great needs
Liang Chihui ripped open his collar in annoyance and sat on the chair. The smoke stung his eyes, so he took a deep puff and put it out.
There was a sound of porcelain bowls breaking in the study. Liang Yanzhang called out to Wen Ji and asked her if she was hurt. He then asked the nanny to clean up.
The lights in the quiet corridor came on, and it was messy. The phone on the table rang again at an inopportune time, and Liang Chihui hung up.
After a while, another call came in.
He frowned and hung up again.
Then came a text message: Second Master, Feng Zhikui wants to change his confession.
Liang Chihui leaned back, resting his head on the edge of the chair, his neck and chin stretched into a straight line, his Adam's apple bulged, and his fair skin was covered with a layer of red.
He didn't know what he was thinking. Countless images appeared in his mind: a huge crowd in the theater, a stage with a rain curtain as a backdrop, retro cheongsams, umbrellas, old-fashioned telephone booths, and men and women walking around.
Flash by.
Finally, it was fixed on the figure of a woman.
Authentic northern Mandarin, with the accent of Wu dialect.
The lingering and sad feeling was like the rain in April, entangled in the man's heart and lungs, pulling and hooking. The girl, who originally had no killing power, silently strangled the man's lifeline.
When I came to my senses, her hands were hooks, her eyes were hooks, everything was hooks.
Liang Chihui turned off his phone, took out the SIM card, and turned off the wall lamp.
......
He Sang was half asleep that morning. Liang Jishen had already put on his suit. He picked her up and placed her on his lap. "I'm going to the company for a meeting. I'll be back to the old house by the afternoon at the latest."
She was half asleep and half awake. She turned over and slipped and fell, and was awakened by the bump.
The cute and innocent look made Liang Jishen laugh, "You are so impatient, can you be alone at home?"
He Sang climbed back onto his lap. "Sister Fang and I are cooking in the kitchen. I'm a bit more diligent, so Madam Liang feels bad for looking down on me."
The man leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose. He had just gotten up and hadn't bothered to eat or drink. His voice was not so clear, but slightly thick and hoarse, and it blew over with the cool breath of mint toothpaste, "Madam, you are virtuous."
She knelt lazily beside the bed and adjusted Liang Jishen's tie. "Third brother is also working hard. I will continue to cook the medicinal food."
"What are you shouting?"
He Sang said crisply, "Third brother."
Liang Jishen slapped her butt hard, "Do you deserve to be punished?"
"Then what should I shout?"
"I'm calling you Madam, what are you calling me?"
She was very clever, "The TV is calling you Master."
The man pressed her hips with his palms, pressed her into his arms, and said, "Okay, just shout like that."
"I yell, will you agree?"
"promise."
He moved his hand up and down, making He Sang feel itchy. She held it back, not allowing him to touch her. "Will you agree to this outside too?"
Liang Jishen stared at her with good temper, "If you dare to shout, I dare to agree."
He Sang was no longer sleepy at this moment. There was something sticky between his legs, and he rubbed his pants, "You are not sick."
The man smiled and asked, "Are you okay?"
Liang Jishen didn't wear a condom last night. There was no such thing in the old house. Liang Jing and Liang Chihui had never brought women home. Ji Xilan even wanted to have a second child at one point, so that she could have more children and share more of the family property, so there was no need to use a condom.
She and Liang Jishen often had sex without condoms in the past few months. Although he enjoyed the pleasure, he was somewhat restrained. He was getting older, and except for Aquaman and scumbags, men in their thirties had aspirations for marriage and children. He wanted her to get pregnant, but he was also worried about her getting pregnant. The collision of these two conflicting emotions resulted in him only releasing 70% to 80% of his desire during lovemaking, and he was always on edge.
But yesterday he was so crazy that that string seemed to have completely disappeared.
The Liang family agreed to give her a legitimate status, and her pregnancy was also legitimate, so Liang Jishen no longer felt any pressure.
"You want a daughter, don't you?"
He Sang clung to his shoulders and said, "I want a son. A son is a mother's little lover. It would be better if I could give birth to twins, a boy and a girl. It would save trouble all at once."
"My son looks like his mother, but you don't look like Madam Liang. You look like Director Liang. Sister Fang told me that Secretary Liang looks like his mother. He looks a lot like Aunt Weng. Liang Chihui also looks like Madam Yao. Only you look like your father."
Liang Jishen remained silent and did not respond.
She looked up, "Are you listening..."
The man kissed her forehead again, "Having a big lover is not enough, you also need a small lover?"
He Sang argued confidently, "A young lover will never change his heart and will always recognize me as his mother. A mature lover will change his heart and may one day recognize another woman as his wife."
Liang Ji kissed her lips deeply and said, "Marry her and never divorce her."
Her eyelashes gently scraped the corners of his eyes, "What if I leave?"
The man pretended to be angry and let go of her, "Say it again."
"If you fall in love with someone else and you support her, I will divorce you. I can't bear you to live a life that is compromised just for your reputation."
"Who told you to endure it? Go report me."
He Sang laughed, "Does the province care?"
"Control." Liang Jishen said each word with emphasis, "Suspend, punish, and make him notorious."
She smiled even more happily, leaning against his jaw, and said coaxingly, "I can't bear to leave."
There was a faint fragrance of aftershave mixed with toner in her nostrils. He Sang liked him in the morning and at night. One was elegant and heroic, the other was swollen and hot. His masculinity was a cluster of wildfire, both righteous and evil, burning wantonly like a prairie fire.
"Mr. Liang."
Cheng Xun knocked on the door. "The chairman will be buried at nine, the general manager will be announced at ten, and the official website will be announced at eleven. Your speech is seventeen pages long and will take forty minutes. Do you need to review it now?"
"I'm going to the meeting without a manuscript," Liang Jishen instructed him. "Wait for me in the car."
Cheng Xun left, and He Sang tiptoed to open the door and stuck his head out. The master bedroom next door was neatly cleaned, and Liang Yanzhang and Ji Xilan had obviously gotten up as well.
If he's not in the room, he must be on the first floor.
She was annoyed. "It's all your fault."
Liang Jishen was quite pleased with her blushing face and baring her teeth. "What's wrong with sleeping together?"
"I've only been staying at the old house for a few days, and I can't wait to sleep with him. It seems like I need him so much..."
He laughed grimly, "I can't wait. I need it badly. Is that okay?"
He Sang bit his tongue, a smile spreading out a little bit, but he forced himself to hold it back, "They don't know it's you."
"I'll go and confess." Liang Jishen strode into the corridor.
She was so scared that she immediately hugged him from behind.
The man's laughter was in his chest, and its penetrating power shook his back and also shook her.
"Is the Third Young Master awake?" Sister Fang walked past the corridor carrying a bucket of water. She had just finished wiping the wooden planks of the terrace, which were covered in dust from the strong wind and rain. "Is Miss He hungry? The restaurant has Chinese and Western breakfasts."
She pursed her lips and asked, "Have Director Liang and his wife eaten?"
"They left for another city at seven. Director Liang's friend was celebrating his birthday."
He Sang sighed and was about to go back to the bathroom to wash up when Sister Fang suddenly entered the bedroom and went straight to the big bed.
She opened her arms to stop him, "I'll make the quilt myself."
"I'm changing the sheets. It's the Liang family's custom to change the sheets the next day after someone stays."
He Sang still refused to budge, "I'll change it myself!"
Sister Fang was puzzled. "This is a servant's job. How could you change it?"
"You are Aunt Weng's dowry, and you are half an elder. I have no right to order you around." She was so anxious that she was incoherent and stared at Liang Jishen.
The man put his hands in his trouser pockets, with a faint smile in his eyes, looking calm and composed as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Mr. Liang——" He Sang's voice trembled.
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