Chapter 256: You won’t wait for one more day?
He Sang took a leave of absence for the performance the next day. Liang Yanzhang was in the hospital, and it would be inappropriate for her not to visit him. Sister Rong stewed a pot of crucian carp and tofu soup, cooked wontons, and mixed some refreshing cold dishes, and she took them to the hospital.
There was a foul smell in the ward and the sound of running water in the bathroom. He Sang looked around and asked, "Aunt Fang, isn't my uncle here?"
Sister Fang was mopping the floor beside the bed. "Director Liang has diarrhea and didn't have time to get out of bed. There's a big puddle on the sheets. Madam Ji is taking care of him while he's bathing."
He Sang was surprised. Liang Yanzhang took good care of himself and was in good health. A relapse of hypertension would be dangerous, but his condition had stabilized and he was not to the point where he could not take care of himself.
"Where's my second brother?"
"The second young master went to the bathroom to wash clothes for Director Liang. He threw away the sheets and washed some clothes."
He Sang opened the thermal bag and asked, "Has he had lunch?"
Sister Fang cleared the table and laid out everything. "We haven't eaten yet. Let's air it out first to get rid of the smell before we eat."
He Sang picked out a box of cold dishes and chicken wonton soup and said, "I'm going downstairs to find my second brother."
The washroom on the first floor is at the back door of the hospital, in a long alley. The environment is very old. There is a public washroom on each floor of the inpatient department. Unless there is a long queue, family members will come to this spare washroom. Therefore, it has been in disrepair for many years and still has an uneven concrete floor.
The light in the bathroom was dim. He Sang waded through the puddles carefully and found Liang Chihui under a window.
He was wearing the shirt and trousers he wore last night, with his sleeves rolled up at his elbows. Half of his arms were soaked in the basin of water, and as he rubbed them, the joints of his fingers became whiter and more prominent.
The winding blue veins were like poisonous little snakes embedded in his blood vessels. His whole body was like a ball of poisonous miasma and a cloud of fog.
"Second brother."
Liang Chihui turned his head and asked, "Why are you here?"
He Sang held up the lunch box, "Small wontons, cold dishes."
He laughed, "Did you cook it?"
"Sister Rong cooked it and I packed it myself."
Liang Chihui laughed even louder.
"Packing is a skill, and the soup can easily spill." He Sang put the lunch box on a plastic bench not far away and returned to the sink.
The bathroom was very quiet. A breeze blew by, and the air was filled with the fragrance of laundry detergent. If you smelled it carefully, you could faintly smell the men's perfume on Liang Chihui.
Rich but not greasy, thick and cool.
A clear, gloomy feeling of loneliness.
It suits him so well.
The special thing that you will never forget after you have seen it.
He Sang also rolled up his sleeves and said, "You go eat, I'll wash."
Liang Chihui moved the basin away and said, "My father's underwear, a girl like you shouldn't touch it."
She tilted her head, "Second brother."
"speak."
"You have foam on the bridge of your nose."
Liang Chihui bent his arm and rubbed it, "Did it fall off?"
He Sang stretched out his hand, but didn't touch his skin. He just brushed past his nose bone and said, "Here."
He rubbed it again, and she smiled, "Okay."
Liang Chihui hung the clothes on the clothesline to drain, picked up the wonton bowl, and sat on the stool, "You didn't eat?"
"Sifeng's costume is a little small... maybe I've gained weight." He Sang stirred the cold dishes in the bowl and swallowed, "I'm not hungry."
He laughed and scooped a few wontons onto the lid of the bowl. "Beef and corn, not fattening."
He Sang leaned in and sniffed. Sister Rong was best at making noodles, and the fillings were very fragrant. She picked up one and slurped it into her mouth. Liang Chihui frowned and gave her chopsticks, "I've never used them before."
She took the chopsticks and broke them into two short pairs, keeping one for herself and returning one to him. "Second brother, is Director Liang incontinent?"
Liang Chihui fiddled with the wontons in the bowl and suddenly laughed again.
She looked serious and didn't realize how spoiling it would be to talk about this during a meal.
"It's not incontinence, it's spleen and stomach imbalance."
He Sang said mysteriously, "Auntie is in the bathroom helping Director Liang take a bath."
Liang Chihui said calmly, "My mother and Sister Fang are not convenient. Aunt Ji is the nominal Mrs. Liang, so she is the only one who can do it."
He Sang smiled and slurped another wonton.
The man glanced at her and said, "What are you thinking about in your little head?"
While He Sang wasn't paying attention, Liang Chihui picked up another one and put it on the lid of her bowl.
This girl is indeed a little plumper than when I first met her last year. Her face is fair and rosy, like a peach or plum. But she is too thin and has a narrow waist. Even if she gains three or five pounds, it won't show.
"I ordered my subordinates to search."
He Sang stared at him.
Liang Chihui's voice was clear and pleasant. "There will be news within three days, and it should be resolved."
She didn't say anything.
really.
Liang Chihui and Liang Yanzhang are in the same group.
Even if Gu Jianghai, the head of the Chang'an District Bureau, mobilized the entire bureau and dug deep for half a month, he still couldn't find any trace. But Liang Chihui did it in just one night. No matter how extensive his connections were, could they surpass those of the bureau? Gu Jianghai had plenty of ways to investigate the clues. Power is something that a wealthy businessman's money can't compare to.
This proved that no matter what Liang Yanzhang did, Liang Chihui was qualified to intervene. If Liang Yanzhang was the real mastermind behind the Guanghe Group, Liang Chihui would definitely know all the inside stories. With his cautiousness, he was 100% sure to have the key evidence.
He Sang's heart was pounding.
Almost jumped out of my throat.
She made the right move.
Liang Chihui noticed that she was distracted, "Three days is too long?"
He Sang bit his lip and absentmindedly broke the wonton.
"Two days?" He frowned again.
She drooped her eyelids and nodded.
The breeze blew, blowing her hair back. She had a pointed chin and small dimples. It was obvious that many girls were more beautiful than her, but she was the only one who made people feel as comfortable as a spring breeze.
Their eyes met, and she smiled with her eyes curved. Liang Chihui looked away, realizing that she was pretending to be pitiful and had fallen into her trap. A smile involuntarily appeared in his eyes, "You won't wait for one more day?"
"I'll only feel at ease if my third brother is safe." He Sang's eyes were red. "If I leave him, he'll definitely be angry, annoyed with me, and hate me."
Liang Chihui's gaze fell on a crabapple tree opposite, and he said nothing.
After a moment, she took out a handkerchief from her pocket and put it in his palm, "I washed it clean."
When he shook hands, he happened to hold her hand as well.
Behind the washroom is the entrance to the underground parking lot. There are parking spaces at the hospital gate, which are usually full in the morning, so you will park in the underground parking spaces.
The nanny helped a middle-aged lady out of the inpatient department. She glanced at her and reminded her, "Madam, it's the wives of the second and third young masters."
The lady stopped and watched the scene.
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