Chapter 212: People are more beautiful than flowers
Zhou Kun likes to tease He Sang. This girl is shy and blushes when teased. She is also very pure. In order to protect her purity, Liang Jishen has informed the young people and colleagues in the circle, and forbade him to take her to messy places, introduce her to dinner parties with male celebrities and male models, or tell her dirty jokes.
"Nephew?" He Sang didn't react. "Don't the eldest and second brothers have children? Where did you get your nephew?"
Liang Jishen glanced at Zhou Kun and said, "He is your nephew."
He Sang waved her hands in panic, "Don't..." She grabbed Liang Jishen's clothes and avoided Zhou Kun.
Zhou Kun glared, "You picked up a nephew for free, and you don't care about me?"
"Okay." Liang Jishen smiled and hugged her. "Did you get scared?"
He Sang hid half of his face in his clothes, his eyes dark, "He must be my nephew's husband."
Zhou Kun was about to laugh, "You really took advantage of me."
The Liyuan Opera House has set up four stages today. Two have finished, one is ending, and one has not started yet. It is the Huangmei Opera at 7:30.
The plaintive singing voice drifted over here through the hollow wooden lattice window. Hu Nongnong smiled and said, "Uncle San, Aunt San, have you heard of The Romance of the Western Chamber? The actress who played Cui Yingying was so charming that Zhou Kun was stunned."
She poked Zhou Kun angrily, "Behave yourself. If you dare to come here secretly, I will go to your house to complain."
"I didn't see Cui Yingying!" Zhou Kun said helplessly, "The actor who played Zhang Sheng is the lover of the wife of Vice President Jiang of Zhonghai Group."
Liang Jishen frowned, "Who told you that?"
"I saw it with my own eyes!" Zhou Kun raised his chin, describing it vividly in his Beijing accent. "We were having a tryst in the Liyuan garage. I was backing up, and he blocked my way. I honked the horn, and Zhang Sheng ran off, naked. There was a pair of men's red shorts hanging on Mrs. Jiang's passenger door. I guess he's in his zodiac year, twenty-four, not thirty-six."
He Sang remembered that Vice President Jiang, who had been to the old house. He was promoted by Liang Jishen and was a new generation of powerful figure in China Overseas Group.
However, it is quite common for couples in upper class circles to appear harmonious but be apart.
Mrs. Jiang has a lover, and Vice President Jiang may also have one.
After years of marriage, they have become an unbreakable community of interests. Play is one thing, but wealth, family and children cannot be shaken by outside men and women.
Liang Yanzhang's words also implied that he wanted a divorce. He felt that Ji Xilan was not virtuous and was causing unrest in the family. However, considering that Liang Jishen was in a high position and his family scandal would drag down his reputation, he made do with her.
He Sang lowered her eyes. The setting sun lengthened the man's shadow. She stepped on the bluestone slab, her figure swayed, and she stepped again.
He walked in front, taking small steps to accommodate her.
Liang Jishen has a strong and sturdy physique, and is the sexiest and broadest man He Sang knows.
There is a sense of heaviness and strength that is as strong as a solid wall of iron and steel and can be broken through.
She stepped hard on his shadow, and the sound was so loud that Liang Jishen stopped and He Sang stepped on his leather shoes without noticing.
"Walk carefully." He leaned over and stretched the hem of her jeans. "The pants are too long. Buy the right ones next time."
He Sang lowered her head. Liang Jishen's hands were square and round, and his palms were twice as big as hers. Although rough, they had a certain masculinity. A truly mature man's hands were full of masculine charm. "My pants are long."
"What style? Did you decide?" He said grumpily. "You're already a frivolous person. The hem of your pants is too long for your feet. You tripped and got bruises again."
He Sang curled his lips.
"Not convinced?"
"Your temper..." Zhou Kun was helpless. He thought He Sang was going to cry and lose her temper, so he took the initiative to smooth things over. "If I were your woman, I would fight with you every day——"
Liang Jishen was impatient, "Even if I were blind, you wouldn't be my woman."
He Sang chuckled and raised his face. His temper always came and went quickly, he was domineering and easy to coax. When she acted nice, he immediately softened. "I've fallen so many times. This is for your own good."
He Sang smiled with his eyebrows curved, "Yeah."
The man rubbed the corner of her eye with his thumb, and found a fallen eyelash. After rubbing it, he patiently tidied her hair and asked, "Do you like watching the show?"
"You watch it with me, I like it."
His gaze fell right on He Sang's hairline, where a white pear blossom was stuck. The pistil was moist with dewdrops, making her look even more delicate.
Liang Jishen looked at it for a while and said, "You can put it in the middle." He selected a few of the roundest and whitest pear blossoms from the fallen flowers on the porch chair, arranged them in order, and put them in her hair.
He Sang has thick hair, which looks fluffy even when tied into a ponytail. The flowers on her head fit her perfectly. Under the sunset glow at dusk, she looks even more beautiful than the flowers.
"Wearing so much, isn't it vulgar?"
"Fake flowers are vulgar, fresh flowers are not." Liang Jishen was very satisfied with his masterpiece.
He Sang stared at him. It is said that a man is most handsome when he is concentrating. Liang Jishen is even more charming when he is concentrating on work or flirting.
"Does it look good?"
She tilted her head, and the glass under the eaves reflected her current appearance. "It looks good."
Liang Jishen glanced at her calmly, "Let me ask you, am I pretty?"
He Sang knew he had been caught and kept silent.
His breath was too hot, like a wisp of fumigated air, spraying on her nose, making beads of sweat appear. She muttered softly, "Not ugly."
Around the corner at the end of the corridor was Box 3, reserved by Zhou Kun. Cheng Xun followed the manager to the kitchen to oversee the work. The ingredients Hu Nongnong had brought with her were still fresh in the water temperature chamber. The Liyuan's dishes were standard, but the platters were exquisite and well-presented. Since most of the guests were there to listen to the opera and socialize, not to eat properly, they didn't care about the taste.
As he entered the door, He Sang suddenly stopped and said, "I forgot my phone in the car."
Liang Jishen took off his coat, handed the car keys to a waiter, and took her to the parking lot.
There were encrypted company documents in the car, and Liang Jishen was worried about the waiter going to get them alone.
Coming out of the corridor and passing through the stone archway, I could vaguely see a tall and handsome man with excellent temperament standing under the tree.
The moonlight was dim, and the dense canopy of leaves obscured the streetlights, so He Sang couldn't see clearly.
The man was talking on the phone with one hand and holding the other hand up to a tree branch. White pear blossoms covered the back of his hand. He didn't have the heart to pick them, so he just touched the stems, as if he was bored and wanted to kill time.
At this time, a woman came up behind him and put a windbreaker on his shoulders. "It will rain tomorrow and it will be cool at night."
The man brushed her hand away and put it on himself. "You go and entertain them first. I'll have a cigarette."
A gust of wind blew, shaking the treetops apart, and the street lights above shone on the woman's face. He Sang recognized it as Ni Hong.
She leaned against the tree and said, "The girl who performed the play is also in the opera house."
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