Chapter 208 I miss you so much that it hurts
The next morning, Cheng Xun came to pick up He Sang and took him to the city where Liang Jishen was on a business trip.
He had a temporary private social engagement and had to postpone his return to the city, so he simply took her over to play for two days.
Liang Jishen's hometown is a sub-provincial city in Hebei Province with a developed entertainment industry. The Poly Nightclub in the city center is always crowded with luxury cars and full private rooms even during the day.
On the fourth floor, He Sang got out of the elevator and a man got in. As they passed each other, the man called out to her, "Miss He?"
She stopped.
The man extended his hand. "I'm the financial director of the Zhang Group. My last name is Wang. I've made an appointment with the Third Young Master to discuss something here."
He Sang didn't respond.
The man withdrew his hand angrily, "I have only recently been in contact with the Third Young Master, so you don't recognize me."
She smiled, "Director Wang."
After some simple courtesy, the man watched her turn the corner.
The next second, he couldn't help but spit on the ground.
Liang Jishen is so fucking smart.
We originally planned to meet at a teahouse, but ended up going around in circles and ending up in another city.
Just to guard against him.
As a stranger from another place, he was not familiar with the place, so even if he wanted to plot secretly, he couldn't carry it out.
He Sang found box 409 and through the long glass on the door, he saw a middle-aged man with a shaved head passionately singing Leon Lai's "Kiss Goodbye".
Several young girls dressed up in fancy clothes cheered and applauded, and the atmosphere was hot and exciting.
In the middle of the vibrant lights and feasting, a silhouette was leaning alone on the sofa, talking on the phone.
Liang Jishen is a man with extroverted sexual tension.
He does not hide or suppress.
Frankly erect.
At just one glance, his sense of power and defense of passion are ready to emerge.
Very hard and strong.
Liang Jishen's hardness, thickness and wildness dissuaded many women.
It is hard to forget the experience of his essence.
Will fall again and again, and fall again and again.
Develop an addiction.
He leaned forward, picked up the wine glass on the table, and spread his legs widely apart, his knees sticking out of his trousers, which hung down at a 90-degree angle, slender and straight.
The hem of his shirt moved up with the movement, revealing his strong and bulging groin.
This kind of place of extravagance, prosperity and sensuality is abnormal, and he has never been interested in it.
Zhou Kun invited him, but he refused to go.
But just now, when the colorful lights were cast, Liang Jishen added a bit of taboo and temptation to his debauchery.
It doesn't belong to him.
It suits his taste so well.
He Sang pushed the door open, and the man just hung up the phone and looked over.
White T-shirt, pink trousers, conservative yet delicate.
The costumes she wore for a play were custom-assigned by the theater, and she had no choice. As for her daily dressing, she never made Liang Jishen jealous.
She always keeps tightly covered what shouldn't be exposed.
"Go back and live there?" Liang Jishen handed her a cup of plum soup. "Are you unhappy living in the old house?"
He Sang sucked on his straw, "Shun Xin... I'm not used to living here."
"Are you not used to sleeping without me?" The man came closer, his mouth full of the scent of flower tea. The smell of cigarettes in his mouth was not as strong as usual. He Sang glanced at the ashtray beside him, which contained only one cigarette butt.
"Have you quit smoking?"
"I haven't quit. I'm too addicted." Liang Jishen stroked her back and then her face. "I've reduced my smoking. I used to smoke one pack, but now I smoke one."
"I'm having my period..." He Sang said weakly. She knew that the Liang family wanted a child.
Liang Jing and Liang Chihui hadn't yet established a relationship, and Ji Xilan's willingness to let her marry him was a gamble on her having a grandson. Traditional wealthy families in Beijing cared deeply about this: they loved having grandchildren around, a thriving household, and a prosperous financial future.
"The doctor said it was my fault," Liang Jishen consoled her. "I quit smoking and drinking and reduced my workload, and you naturally became pregnant. I'm useless, so it's not your fault."
She laughed out loud, "Who calls themselves a waste?"
"Seek truth from facts." Liang Jishen couldn't help but kiss her lips and asked vaguely, "Do you miss me?"
"We've only been apart for a day and a night, why would I miss you?"
The most innocent expression, pissing him off.
He chuckled, and while the neon light was shooting towards the middle-aged man, he pinched He Sang's buttocks hard in the darkness, "You're getting more and more lawless."
A large piece of flesh was pinched, and she dodged in pain.
"You really don't miss me?" Liang Jishen stared at her seriously, "I miss you so much that it hurts."
He Sang's ears were burning with anger. He was a domineering straight man. After being with him for more than a year, he had never said more than ten sweet words to her. If you say he was unromantic, he would give gifts in all kinds of ways to please women. If you say he was romantic, that was not the case.
After the middle-aged man finished singing, he turned off the karaoke machine and looked at He Sang.
Liang Jishen didn't put his arm around her waist, but just held her hand, asking her from time to time what she wanted to eat, what she wanted to drink, and whether she was sleepy.
In this colorful place, strangers of both sexes would hug each other, play around, and flirt with each other, being very frivolous.
Holding hands instead symbolizes equality and familiarity between men and women, and serves as a warning to male companions to respect the partner around them.
The man laughed, "I've long heard that Mrs. Liang is the mainstay of the drama troupe. She's definitely not a mediocre woman."
He Sang was stunned. "Do you know me?"
"Besides his wife, there is no other woman that Inspector Liang is as affectionate and loving as he is."
Liang Jishen pointed at the man and introduced him, "Boss Gu."
Anyone called a boss has a less than honorable history of success. Those with clean business practices are called Dong, Zong, or Guanzhang, sometimes official titles. A boss is either a coal boss or a rough-and-tumble boss of a shambolic business with a touch of "power."
He Sang bowed obediently and greeted him.
"Boss Gu is my hook." Liang Jishen held her hand all the time. "If you have any trouble in the future and I'm out of town, go find Boss Gu."
"No problem." The man laughed. "Inspector Liang doesn't speak easily. Now that he has, whoever bullies Mrs. Liang is bullying me, Gu Dahu."
No wonder Liang Jishen had a social event in a nightclub for the first time.
It turns out to be a "hook".
Hook is underworld slang for the police's spy.
Basically, they all have criminal records, are old hands in the society, have wide connections with all kinds of people, and have a group of "little hooks" under them. Not only Liang Jishen, but Gu Jianghai also has hooks in Chang'an District. They catch gamblers and petty thefts, and the hooks help to keep an eye on them, saving a lot of police manpower.
As for the shocking case, it must be the big hook that takes action.
In Gu Dahu's line of work, we have a common circle. You have our own territory, I have my own territory, we do business and make money, and we don't interfere with each other's business, but we know each other's deeds.
If the police want to investigate a certain party, they can find the other party in the same circle, and there is a high probability of success.
Liang Jishen personally met with Gu Dahu to entrust him to investigate the case of He Jinping.
This was the first time he handled a private matter in a public manner.
"I won't hide it from you. Deputy Director He, who is in charge of the project acceptance, is my father-in-law."
Gu Dahu expected this. "You suspect there's something going on and want to investigate further?"
Liang Jishen felt He Sang's nervousness and uneasiness. He lowered his head and looked at her. The light made her face dim and bright.
"Is it difficult?"
"It's incredibly difficult," Gu Dahu said truthfully. "Back then, the leopards in Hexi District were robbing each other and nearly wiping out my entire family. It was you who sensed the danger to my wife and children and single-handedly saved them. I'll be forever grateful to you for that stab in the stomach. Logically, I'd be happy to help you with anything you ask me to do, but this case of the city wall is the only one I can't handle."
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