Chapter 294 Are You Willing to Leave Me
"I don't feel sorry for you." He Sang avoided him and wiped away his tears with his sleeve.
Liang Jishen laughed and wiped her tears with his fingertips, "Why are you crying if you're not heartbroken?"
"I am your future sister-in-law."
The man stopped smiling immediately.
He Sang laughed so hard that his nose was covered with snot bubbles.
"The day I left Jinyue Mansion, I didn't take my room card, car keys, clothes, or jewelry with me."
Liang Jishen's face was gloomy, blending into the thick night, and it was hard to tell which was darker.
She clutched the pendant. "But I'm taking this necklace and the twenty-second birthday gift you gave me."
The man raised his eyes slightly, then lowered them again.
His temper always comes and goes quickly, and he is easy to coax.
"Do you remember what your birthday present was?"
Liang Jishen had no impression. "Ring?"
This time it was He Sang's turn to grit his teeth, "It's the bracelet——"
"Did I give you a bracelet?"
Her face was pale with a hint of green, and green with a hint of purple. "I accompanied you on a business trip to the Northeast. We took a photo together in front of the church. It shrunk and fit into the bracelet shell."
Liang Jishen had indeed forgotten. He remained calm and composed on the surface, "Yeah."
He Sang stared at the burnt yellow reading light. It was so warm and peaceful in the vast wilderness. "I can't bear to give it up."
"You're willing to give up on me."
Her nose felt sore and she lay down with her back to him.
"Get up." Liang Jishen pulled her, "Go sleep in my car."
He pushed the door and got out of the car. A strong wind rushed in, blowing up her long hair and making it look messy in the rearview mirror.
He Sang followed Liang Jishen while tidying up. The reeds not far away were almost uprooted and were about to pounce on her at any time. She was so scared that she blocked her ears to block out the whistling wind.
"You're timid, but you're addicted to making trouble." Liang Jishen pressed his palm against her cheek, wrapping her tightly, and said in a doting and arrogant tone, "Close your eyes."
He Sang's last sight was a narrow strip of sky and the man's index finger pressed against the corner of her eye.
The smell of nicotine permeated the air under the dark clouds.
The dirt road in the countryside was bumpy and she stumbled, but fortunately Liang Jishen was big and strong, and he held her in his arms and stuffed her into the car.
Close the door, lock the windows, and turn on the reading light.
Done in one go.
The Cherokee's trunk is more than twice as large as her Porsche's, and its body is solid and thick, giving her a sense of security.
He Sang was wearing his coat, which had a faint medicinal scent. "I'm not living in the old house, and you haven't gone back. Will Liang Chihui get suspicious?"
Liang Jishen was lying in the driver's seat. His legs were long and he couldn't stretch them out. He was wearing an eye mask and seemed to be asleep, not making any sound.
He Sang knew that he was tired. He had been working overtime at China Overseas Group and driving for an entire afternoon, and his energy was exhausted.
She didn't disturb Liang Jishen. She tucked in the corner of his blanket, turned off the light, and went to sleep herself.
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At around six o'clock, villagers carrying sacks passed by the car one after another and left the village to go to the market.
Liang Jishen was highly alert and opened his eyes silently.
The eyeballs were densely covered with bloodshot.
He didn't sleep well all night.
To be exact, I didn’t sleep.
The space inside the car is spacious, but it is not a bed after all, and it is not comfortable to lie on. What's more, most of the space is reserved for He Sang. It's okay for him, a man, to stay there for one night, but the delicate girl can't stand it if she has to stay up until dawn.
He took the cigarette case and lighter, tiptoed down, and stopped an old man in his sixties, "Old man, are you going to the market?"
"Five miles away." The old man gestured. "Go to the market early to sell walnuts."
Liang Jishen glanced at the old man's bamboo basket, which was about ten pounds. He bit his cigarette butt and took out his wallet, "I'll take it all."
The old man glanced at his car, which was 90% new, a large silver car, shining brightly. "Eighty yuan a pound."
Liang Jishen glanced at the old man without showing any expression. This area was indeed a place of trouble.
People who treat others differently based on their status often have evil hearts.
There will be troubles if there are unruly people.
Guanghe Group contracted numerous projects in the province, including the largest, the city wall tower, which employed over 300 migrant workers. If He Jinping's death wasn't an accident, but a premeditated scheme disguised as an accident, then the criteria for hiring a murderer must be "poverty, evil, and crime."
He is so poor that he has no food to eat, he is extremely evil by nature, and he is addicted to gambling and drugs. At least one of these conditions applies to him.
Once they get one, their conscience is completely gone. They will do something for a sum of money, and keep their mouth shut for another sum of money, and they will be as obedient as a dog.
Especially for the extremely evil desperadoes, they have risked everything and it is difficult to pry their mouths open. If you meet them in Hongxing Village, there is a high probability that there will be a life-and-death confrontation.
Liang Jishen handed over the money with one hand and took the bamboo basket with the other. "Do we enter Hongxing Village from the fork in the road ahead?"
"That's the small path that leads to the villagers' homes. The main road is to the west. You see an apricot tree there, and that's the village's main road. Along the road are the small shop and the school. The three poorest households in Hongxing Village also live on that side of the road."
Liang Ji took a deep breath and said, "Thank you."
He Sang turned over in his seat in a daze.
The car windows were fogged up.
It is the morning dew and also the smoke.
Diagonally across the street, the white-green reed marsh and the canal merge into one, and steam is humming from the village chimneys.
Liang Jishen leaned against the car door and didn't notice that she woke up, so he lit another cigarette.
He Sang looked at him quietly.
He has a mature and heroic bone structure, but the lines of his facial features are too strong. Once he looks haggard, he looks weathered.
That trace of time and frost is just right on his face.
The charm is precipitated to the extreme.
She pushed the door, Liang Jishen felt it and turned his head.
The man's eyes were bruised, and he looked more tired from the front than from the side. "Do you have a fever again?"
He Sang didn't have time to stand firmly, and hurriedly checked the temperature of his forehead, which was normal.
"I wasn't asleep yet." Liang Jishen said lightly, stubbing out his cigarette. "I'll find out how to get there. Get in the car."
He Sang followed Liang Jishen in his car and headed straight for the main road to Hongxing Village.
The apricot tree was lush green, and its huge crown covered the entrance to the village. He Sang recognized it as the Hongxing Village in the photo.
Mrs. Qiu has good taste.
Liang Jishen found an open space and parked the two cars side by side. Thirty meters away, a large number of students gathered at the "Hongxing Village Migrant Children's Primary School" and lined up at the convenience store to buy snacks.
Luxury cars, fancy clothes, handsome men and beautiful women, they are particularly eye-catching in the simple and dilapidated village. Men, women, young and old gather around curiously and talk about it.
Liang Jishen didn't like their posture and had no good intentions towards He Sang, so he immediately blocked them with a sinister and terrifying look in his eyes, which actually frightened a few of the men who were ready to make a move, and they pulled each other back.
Outside a bungalow opposite, a middle-aged man was feeding pigs with a slop bucket. His house was less than ten meters away from the apricot tree. The most important thing was that the photo captured a corner of the bungalow's roof.
He Sang ran over and deliberately spoke in a Hebei accent, "Brother, my parents haven't been back to their hometown in forty years. Before they died, they told me to go back to Wanxi County to look for them. Can I ask for some information?"
The man replied indifferently, "I don't know."
Liang Jishen threw out ten thousand yuan and waved it in front of him. "Do you understand now?"
The sight of real money attracted the man. When the man grabbed it, Liang Jishen dodged it and weighed it back and forth in his hand. "One thousand yuan for each question. If you answer ten, the money will be yours. Do you want to do it?"
The villager's eyes widened, "I'll do it!" He opened the fence door and invited Liang Jishen to go into the house to chat.
Liang Jishen embraced He Sang and protected her with his arms, without slacking off for a moment.
When crossing the threshold, pick up the wooden stick behind the door and use it as a self-defense weapon.
He Sang had rhinitis and an extremely sensitive sense of smell. As soon as she entered the door, she was hit by the smell of paint. She looked around and saw that the house was newly renovated. There was a complete set of walnut furniture against the wall, and there was even a cabinet air conditioner and a double-door refrigerator. In the poor Hongxing Village, this villager's economic conditions were considered wealthy.
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