Chapter 303 I took it off
He Sang was stunned.
Sister Rong was in charge of sorting out the magazines regularly. Since she moved into the old house, she would also put a few magazines on the dressing table in the guest room. He Sang seldom flipped through them. She was not interested in entertainment and beauty. All the female colleagues in the drama theater had VIP cards in the beauty salon, and even some male colleagues had done so, but she was the only one who didn't.
“I didn’t see…”
Liang Chihui smiled and said, "Didn't you just tell me to watch it often?"
"I'll look at other ones." He Sang rummaged through a pile of magazines for a long time. They were all from the same series. She was discouraged. "How old is Sister Rong?"
"Fifty-two."
"Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger..." She counted on her fingers, "What about fifty?"
Liang Chihui also hooked his finger at her. She leaned over, and the man quietly put his arm around her waist and whispered something. He Sang was confused, "What does sucking soil mean?"
"That's not a nice thing to say." He brushed away the hair that fell from He Sang's forehead, "Don't mention it again."
She was obedient, but she didn't forget to shirk responsibility. "It's Sister Rong who likes to watch it."
Liang Chihui suddenly laughed, "Nonsense."
"It was really bought by Sister Rong!" He Sang said seriously.
"My mother ordered it."
Her eyes widened. "Aunt Yao also likes looking at male models?"
Liang Chihui was completely relaxed at this moment, without any vigilance. "My mother has this kind of business overseas, she will pay attention to it."
"Is Aunt Yao a strong woman?"
"Not really." He twisted a lock of He Sang's hair with his index finger. "I think I'm a career-oriented person. You two are very similar."
He Sang said in a thin voice, "I earn a salary, and Aunt Yao pays the salary. How can I compare with her?"
The light from the floor lamp was dim and hazy. Liang Chihui's eyes were infinitely magnified and covered her. "I told the servants to decorate the master bedroom according to your preferences and move to Bixi Mansion."
He Sang's limbs stiffened. "Living in an old house isn't very good..."
"You live in the master bedroom, and I'll live next door." Liang Chihui interrupted her, "The Liang Group is an hour away from the old house, and forty minutes away from Bixi Mansion. I have a lot of drinking parties, and I don't want to waste time on the road."
Liang Chihui held her in his arms and said, "You live here, and I live in the mansion. How long can I wait to see you?"
"I go to the group during the day."
"See me?"
The curtains were suddenly opened, and Liang Ji was immersed in a dark shadow. Even though he didn't say a word, his aura was surging.
He Sang almost suffocated.
If he is exposed, all the efforts will be wasted.
Liang Jishen shouldn't have appeared in her room, shouldn't have locked the door, and shouldn't have hidden.
There is no point in making excuses.
He Sang's eyes were focused on the unusually silent silhouette.
My eyes were red with nervousness.
After a long while, the man pulled the curtains hard and they closed again.
The noise startled Liang Chihui. Just as he was about to turn around, He Sang said, "I don't have performances every day. I'll come to the company to see you when I'm not busy."
Liang Chihui was sitting and she was standing, the ends of her hair occasionally brushing against his chin, feeling itchy, as if it was the feeling she brought to the man.
Like a spring breeze, gentle to the core.
He said softly, "I have to work and can't take care of you."
"I don't need you to take care of me."
"But I want to take care of you." Liang Chihui insisted, "I'll take you home and have dinner with you."
The curtains trembled violently.
He Sang knew Liang Jishen's temper, but he had to agree.
Liang Chihui had already explained the reason. Going back to the old house to get to get off work was too much trouble. If she refused again, not even for the sake of pretending, as a nominal "girlfriend", it would be too inconsiderate of his hard work.
"Will Aunt Yao live there?"
Liang Chihui understood that she had to grasp a life-saving straw, destroy that ambiguous, tender life, and prevent everything from getting out of control. "Do you want your mother to pass away?"
He Sang's mind raced. "Sister Fang is from the original wife, Sister Rong is from the third wife's family, and Aunt Yao doesn't even have anyone to confide in in the old house. How lonely she must be."
"I'll ask her what she thinks tomorrow." Liang Chihui stopped dwelling on the topic and pointed at a muscular male model in a magazine. "Do you like European and American guys?"
The male model was soaking in the bathtub, his briefs were soaked, and the shape of his private area was exposed. He Sang's ears felt hot and he turned his head away.
So far, the only exciting scene she had seen was Liang Jishen. That time, he and Zhou Kun and his wife made an appointment at the city swimming pool. Liang Jishen had informed them in advance. Zhou Kun wore two swimming trunks, the larger one covering the smaller one, which made him look fat and baggy.
The other one is Liang Jing.
At the home of the village chief of Xiawa Village, He Sang accidentally saw him taking a shower with a bucket of water and his back to the gate.
"Aren't Japanese guys too short?" Liang Chihui laughed muffledly. "Russians are more handsome, what do you think?"
He Sang bit his lip and said, "I don't think it's handsome."
His clothes were stained with the smell of smoke, which permeated every pore and lingered in his nostrils.
"Did the smoke bother you?" He unbuttoned his shirt. "I took it off."
"No..." He Sang grabbed his wrist and stopped him from taking it off.
At first, He Sang couldn't get used to the smell of cigarettes. He Jinping and the neighbor uncle didn't smoke, but Liang Jishen had a strong smoking habit. He actually avoided smoking and smoked on the balcony, in the kitchen, and in the car to avoid choking her. He also opened the windows for ventilation in time, but he couldn't quit smoking after ten years of smoking. He Sang didn't urge him to quit, but took the initiative to adapt to him.
Liang Chihui has a minor addiction and also sprays perfume, so the smell of tobacco oil is not strong.
"Are you afraid that I'll behave myself after I take off my clothes?" he teased He Sang.
He Sang shook his head, "Are you sleepy..."
He mused, "A little."
"I'm sleepy too." She was at a loss at first, but suddenly became happy, "Let's go to bed."
Liang Chihui stared at her quietly.
She realized there was ambiguity, "You can go back to the second bedroom to sleep. The guest room is hot, and I won't turn on the air conditioner at night."
"I don't mind the heat." He continued teasing with interest.
He Sang took a step back and straightened his back.
Both serious and upright.
The expression suits her very well.
He looks obedient and soft, but has an unyielding and stubborn spirit.
Liang Chihui laughed out loud, "I look forward to the day when you can feel at ease to be close to me, and enjoy being with me, instead of passively accepting me."
He stood up from his chair and straightened his clothes. "Is the window open?"
He Sang was startled when he heard the window, "It's not open..."
"It smells like smoke. Open the window for some fresh air." He walked straight to the French window. He Sang opened his arms to block it. "It's windy at night. I'm prone to catching a cold."
"It's the beginning of summer."
She pursed her lips and said, "I kick the quilt when I sleep."
Liang Chihui seemed to be looking at her, but also seemed to be looking past her at the slightly undulating curtain.
There is no wind or waves.
A corner of the curtain was shaking.
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