Chapter 20 I Can’t Let Go of Anything
Sitting back in the car, Song He leaned against the window with a lost look on her face. Liang Jishen glanced at her with a half-smile, "Are you unhappy?"
She turned her back and did not react.
Liang Jishen has always been generous in this regard and doesn't care about money. "Go to another store and have fun."
"I don't care about that necklace." Song He sat up straight. "It doesn't matter how many necklaces you give to Miss He. I have no complaints. What I care about is that you gave it to me. Mrs. Zeng was arrogant and domineering, pointing at my nose and scolding me, but when Miss He begged you, you softened your heart and let Mrs. Zeng go."
Liang Jishen gathered her long hair and smoothed it behind her shoulders. He said with a smile, "How about I bring it back to you?"
Song He stared at him.
He glanced at Cheng Xun and said, "Get out of the car and get it."
Liang Jishen was too calm, so calm that she couldn't tell whether it was true or not.
But she knew very well that being a bad guy for a necklace would only make He Sang look pitiful, which was not worth it.
The moment Cheng Xun got out of the car, Song He stopped him and said, "No."
Liang Jishen still showed no emotion, "Really not taking it?"
Song He shook his head, "I won't take it. I've already given it to her. There's no point in asking for it back."
She snuggled up to the man's chest and gazed at him with great attachment.
This face has clear eyebrows and strong eyes, and a perfect sense of relaxation and alienation in his bones. Liang Jishen's handsomeness is sharp and poisonous.
He was actually very patient and was willing to spend money to make her smile. He protected her in danger without saying a single harsh word to her.
But Song He felt as if he was shrouded in a thick fog.
It confuses people's minds and confuses their intelligence.
She was eager to see through this man, "Ji Shen, you love me, right?"
The man's eyes lit up with a smile, "You're daydreaming again."
Song He held his face and was about to kiss him. Liang Jishen then touched her cheek with the back of his hand, interlacing it between her lips and his. "Does it still hurt?"
She held his hand tightly, "It hurts."
The man caressed it gently without saying a word.
"I understand my aunt." Song He's eyes were filled with tears, gentle and forbearing. "She hopes you will marry a wife with a good family background to help you win over Liang Jing and Liang Chihui. I am not her ideal daughter-in-law."
Liang Jishen was listening, yet not listening, his eyes drifting across the busy traffic on the opposite side. The afternoon sun was bright, and He Sang, clutching some change, was looking up at the bus stop.
He had never seen her tie her hair into a ponytail, only in the morning when she washed up, she would simply tie it into a bun at the back of her head.
It makes you look young and small.
A red BMW X6 stopped at the foot of the steps. Li Zhen called her, but she waved and declined with some excuse. The car then slowly drove away.
He Sang seemed to sense a gaze in the dark. He looked around for a while before getting on the bus.
"If Auntie can accept me, I am willing to kneel before her for as long as I want."
"You're talking nonsense again." Liang Jishen turned his attention back to Song He in his arms. "My mother is like that. I'll tell her not to touch you again."
After returning home, Song He went to the bedroom to change into a sexy nightgown, sprayed white tea perfume on her armpits and ankles, and after getting ready, she went to the living room and hugged Liang Jishen from behind.
He straightened his back and tilted his head slightly. "Aren't you tired after walking around all day?"
"Are you tired?" Her towering breasts rubbed against him. Song He had a plump figure and was taller than He Sang, but she had an exquisite and thin oval face. At first glance, she was also slender and soft, which was very deceptive.
The kind that best satisfies men's fantasies is the big S-curve when taking off clothes and showing off the flesh.
"I'm tired."
His answer was beyond Song He's expectations. She was stunned and settled for the next best thing. "Shall we take a hot bath?"
Liang Jishen tilted his neck back and stretched his upper body to relieve his fatigue. He lazily put his hands on his waist, replacing the hands she had around him.
"You wash first, I'll review the documents."
Then he pushed open the door.
It was pitch black inside. Liang Jishen pulled out the belt of his trousers, threw it on the ground, and took out a set of pajamas.
In the corner of the wardrobe were a row of He Sang's remaining suspender skirts, which were basically 90% new. She was very obedient and never wore them except for performances. She was conservative eight out of ten times in bed, but the two times she was explicit were extremely charming and exciting, which was refreshing to him.
A little goblin who breaks a man's mentality.
Liang Jishen's eyes showed her distinct black and white pupils, a small mole on the tip of her nose, and her lips that were bitten white. His abdomen felt uncontrollably bloated, so he walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower head, and took a cold shower.
In the cold winter, this watering caused a fever.
In the second half of the night, Song He was awakened by the noise next door. She got out of bed to check. Cheng Xun happened to be sending a doctor away, and Liang Jishen was leaning against the head of the bed taking antipyretics.
She questioned Cheng Xun, "Why do you have a fever? You were fine during the day.
Cheng Xun stood at the door and said, "It's a cold."
Song He picked up the cup of water from the cabinet, cooled it, and fed it to Liang Jishen. "You should ask me to take care of you. Cheng Xun is a man, and he's not as attentive as a woman."
Liang Jishen massaged his solar plexus, "I knew you were asleep, so I didn't call you."
She put down the cup and wanted to help him massage, but Liang Jishen lay down flat, "No need, just fall asleep, you should rest too."
Song He's hand froze in mid-air. "I'm not as good as Miss He in taking care of me, am I?"
Cheng Xun said nothing and closed the door from the outside.
"Ji Shen, if you feel unwell in the future, I will take care of you and accompany you. I will try my best to do better than Miss He."
Moonlight slanted in through the window, and the man's hands were resting on the quilt, as if he was asleep.
*
He Sang arrived at Courtyard 3 of Yishan Villa on a weekend afternoon. A man opened the door and asked, "Are you Secretary Liang's subordinate?"
She confessed truthfully, "I came to return the umbrella."
There were probably too many people using the same excuse to approach Liang Jing and offer him gifts, so he cautiously turned them away. "I'll let you know first."
After five or six minutes, the rustling of slippers could be heard from inside the door. Then it opened again, and He Sang was led into the living room. "Secretary Liang is writing a speech. It will take about ten minutes. Please wait."
Liang Jing's good reputation is indeed not gained by flattery from the outside world, but is a reputation he has earned through hard work.
Even the household nanny is a man.
He was very punctual and appeared at the stairs ten minutes later.
The wall lamp was too glaring and He Sang squinted.
In the ethereal dim light, the man stood there quietly, the edges and corners of his face were gentle and soft, there were trivial fine lines at the corners of his eyes, but the years could not hide his elegance, he still had a mellow and clear glow, and had a shocking taste.
He Sang became polite and said, "Secretary Liang."
Liang Jing straightened his sleeves and continued downstairs, "Yeah."
Old Yang followed him, carrying his briefcase. "Did Miss He get home safely that night?"
She was in such a mess that night, and she bumped into Liang Jing after running out of Liang Jishen's room. Her ears flushed red, "It went well."
"It went smoothly?" Old Yang said, looking as if he was revealing something. "I remember Miss He stopped a vegetable vendor's tricycle on Ping'an Road and got a taxi around ten o'clock."
"Old Yang," Liang Jing said sternly, "Stop teasing her."
He Sang's eyelids were red as blood.
The snow was falling heavily and she was hiding under an umbrella, so she didn't notice when his car passed by.
Liang Jing walked to the tea table with a serious expression, and Old Yang also restrained himself. "Last night, Zhang Chengye, instigated by his friends, bullied the Third Young Master's woman, angering him. The two sides fought at Huaxi Entertainment City."
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