Chapter 279: Like You?
He Sang suddenly withdrew his hand.
In the cheongsam with black background and white peony in the drama "Shanghai Bund", he didn't paint the color, but he did paint the peony.
The picture is of her with a Republic of China style bun and pearl hairpin.
Liang Chihui's painting skills have a pure and flexible brushstroke.
He Sang had only seen Liang Jishen's calligraphy before. He would write one or two pieces every month at Jinyue Mansion, tear them up after writing, and never show them to anyone.
Because the more you write, the less valuable it is.
Dean Huang of the drama theater is fond of calligraphy. He Sang took pictures of Liang Jishen's calligraphy, including three pieces of running script, regular script and cursive script. Dean Huang commented that the running script was extremely stunning, with strong brushstrokes that penetrated the wood, and it was the best among young and middle-aged calligraphers.
He Sang smiled proudly, "It's Mr. Liang's handwriting."
Many bosses in the industry asked him to write plaques to hang in their study or company lobby, and let him name his price.
If it were someone else, they would most likely be trying to win over others or offer bribes in disguise, but Liang Jishen truly admired his calligraphy.
Liang Jishen had personally taught her how to write her own name, but He Sang had no foundation and her hands were weak, so her handwriting was ugly. She described the downward stroke of the character "木" (wood) as "sloppy and sloppy, like endless urine." He, however, praised it for its beauty and spent several thousand yuan to have it custom-made in a mahogany frame, which he displayed in the reception room of the General Manager's Office of China Overseas Group.
His handwriting is completely different from Liang Chihui's, but each has its own characteristics and merits.
Liang Yanzhang once mentioned that calligraphy was his third strongest skill, and knowledge of chess was his second strongest skill.
It is obvious that Liang Chihui's calligraphy and painting are also quite impressive.
How many unknown sides of him are there?
He Sang was distracted and didn't notice that the door to the inner room was open.
She fell into Liang Chihui's sight.
The skin of her shoulders and neck is extremely white, with a layer of sweat on it, smooth jade powder, and slender and superior lines. No wonder she does not meet the height requirement, but the dance academy still insists on admitting her as an exception. Her body proportions are not inferior to those of tall girls, and she is lively and agile, making her a good candidate for the stage.
"Do you like this calligraphy and painting?"
He Sang shuddered.
Liang Chihui changed into a casual suit made of thin fabric, which was refreshing and simple. He didn't wear a belt, only a waist button, his jacket was open, and his shirt was changed to a light-colored striped one. The handkerchief she bought was folded neatly and stuck in his pocket.
There are bright white light strips inside the clear floor-to-ceiling windows, and outside the windows are the scorching sunlight of the towering buildings. Under the impact of the bright and complex colors, he looks more upright, like a green cypress or bamboo.
He Sang couldn't help but glance at the bamboo pen on the table, "What did you write?"
"It's me."
"Where's the painting?"
"It's still me." Liang Chihui moved the paperweight away, and scratched the rice paper from the top to the end, spreading it flat.
The woman in the painting is clear and distinct.
"Freehand painting, rather sloppy." He looked at He Sang, "Does it look familiar?"
He Sang licked his lips, not wanting to take the blame without permission. "Is it Aunt Yao?"
"I'm painting my mother?" Liang Chihui chuckled. "I have plenty of free time."
She had always been the one to make Liang Chihui laugh, but today it was Liang Chihui who made her laugh. "Aunt Yao's birthday is in May. Draw a picture for her as a birthday gift."
He wiped the pen and asked, "Have you prepared the birthday gift?"
"I've prepared it." He Sang gestured at his wrist. "Aunt Yao is rich and has everything she needs. I made a bracelet with 99 red strings and a gold pendant with the Chinese character 'Fu' embedded in it."
"99?" Liang Chihui raised his eyebrows. "They're so thick, are they handcuffs?"
She said nothing.
"Just kidding." He said seriously, "99 sticks have a good meaning. My mother will like your kindness."
"So what are you preparing?"
"She didn't like what I prepared." Liang Chihui took a small bamboo pen from the pen holder, suitable for girls to practice with. "She urged me to prepare a daughter-in-law."
He Sang remained silent.
"Come here." He gestured.
She hesitated for a second and walked towards him.
"Do you know how to hold a pen?"
He Sang held the pen, Liang Chihui covered her hand with a handkerchief, and then held her hand through the handkerchief.
"Will you feel uncomfortable?" He whispered softly in her ear.
She shook her head.
Recalling it carefully, Liang Chihui was indeed a gentleman. They had been alone together for more than ten times in the past six months, and he had hardly ever crossed the line. After she showed her intention to get close to him, he would occasionally "miss" and "sneak attack" to test her, but he also controlled himself within the basic limits.
She was overly sensitive and anxious, afraid of not being able to control the situation, and always felt uncomfortable. It turned out that he saw everything and adjusted the atmosphere appropriately, which made her feel comfortable and at ease, without guilt, and let her "get what she wanted."
He perfectly portrayed his considerate demeanor and is indeed a master in the love field.
"Focus." Liang Chihui dipped a drop of ink, manipulated her hand, and smudged the tip of the pen on the woman's lips. "Guess what it is."
He Sang tilted his head and looked at it. "A mole?"
"No." He leaned over slightly, her face just on his chest. Hearing his denial, she raised her head. At a distance of twenty or thirty centimeters, their breaths collided and intertwined. She felt hot, and she lowered her head again reflexively.
Liang Chihui's breath sprayed on the back of her neck and ears. He had a hot body, and she always had a cold body. The temperature difference was so big that it seemed like sparks ignited on her skin, burning and spreading unexpectedly.
"It's a dimple."
He Sang suddenly realized.
Liang Chihui picked up the painting with one hand and straightened her with the other. He examined the painting and then examined her. "Does it look like you?"
"No, it's too dark."
"There's no colored ink in the drawer." He put down his bamboo brush. "I'll buy some this weekend and redraw the picture."
"Director Liang..." The secretary from the reception department burst in and was stunned on the spot.
Liang Chihui glanced at her calmly.
Not really any criticism.
On the first day of his tenure as chairman, he established a rule that any urgent official business, major or sudden incidents must be reported no matter what he is doing, including weekends, late at night, and even when he is holding a confidential meeting, his subordinates have the right to interrupt at any time without having to observe workplace etiquette.
Liang Chihui's regulation received a good response in the group.
Prove that he has no messy inside information.
Liang Yanzhang flirted with his personal assistant in the office more than once. If employees disturbed him, they would be scolded. The employees had no choice but to delay, which delayed the best time to deal with the matter and caused losses. He was dissatisfied again, and this caused complaints from the grassroots.
Moreover, the life assistant is arrogant and has poor business skills. Whoever flatters her will benefit from it, but she will create obstacles for those who don't.
The atmosphere is not right and everyone feels unbalanced.
Liang Chihui succeeded to the position, fired the female assistant, and issued a direct order that executives were not allowed to use their position to coerce or bribe female subordinates. Once verified, the industry would ban this practice.
The Liang Group has the power to ban anyone in Hebei Province as easily as crushing an ant.
He Sang pulled his hand out of his palm and hid aside.
He rolled up the drawing paper and stuffed it under the table. He walked around the desk and blocked He Sang. "What's the matter? Tell me."
The secretary came to his senses and said, "Mr. Wang from the Zhang Group is visiting you. Zhang and Liang are competitors. I was worried that the board of directors would misunderstand you, so I didn't dare to arrange for you to stay in the reception room. I quietly arranged for you to stay in the information room."
"Thank you for your hard work." Liang Chihui nodded.
The secretary breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he would scold her for being too reckless. "Director Liang, ten minutes is okay?"
"Can."
The secretary walked out of the office and when he closed the door, he deliberately peeked at the woman behind Liang Chihui. He blocked her way tightly and he couldn't see clearly at all.
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