Chapter 309 Let’s Stop Contacting Each Other
"I'll ask you one last time, what are you hiding?" Liang Chihui lit a cigarette and looked straight ahead.
The air was thick with smoke. He Sang stared at his gentle, hazy face. "If you're angry, let's talk privately. Why bother getting angry over drinks? Mr. Huo is your confidant, but Mr. Wang isn't. Their wives and I aren't familiar with each other, so they won't care about face. What if it gets out..."
"You don't care why I'm angry, but you care that they will spread the word and affect your status." Liang Chihui interrupted He Sang, "My attitude towards you determines the attitude of the outside world towards you. If my attitude is good, you will have a smooth sailing no matter what you do. If my attitude is bad, you will not enjoy any privileges, right?"
She clutched the mineral water bottle tightly, her face turning paler by the second.
"I left last night, and ten minutes later, the third brother came out."
He Sang's breath was caught in his throat.
No wonder.
Liang Chihui has such a bad temper.
It was broken.
"Why is the third brother in your room?"
The air pressure in the carriage was getting lower and lower, and she didn't move.
"He Sang." Liang Chihui called her name.
There is no temperature at all.
She shuddered.
"The third child was injured in a car accident...it's not convenient for him to apply the medicine."
"So you help him apply it." Liang Chihui was holding a cigarette in his mouth, leaning against the window frame with his elbows. He looked arrogant and unruly. He didn't often show this side of him. She remembered that it happened once or twice when he was extremely angry and couldn't control himself.
"What are you hiding for?"
He Sang confessed truthfully, "I'm afraid you'll misunderstand."
"Is that overstepping the bounds?" He took the ashtray from the driver and dusted off the ashes. "A hug, a touch, it counts."
She lowered her eyes, "No."
The next second, Liang Chihui pulled hard and He Sang fell into his arms. He raised his leg to protect her from getting bumped, but it backfired and his hard knee hurt her lower abdomen. He Sang bit her lip and looked up at him.
With tears in her eyes, she took the initiative to block his next move, "Are you going to hit me?"
Liang Chihui frowned, "I never lay hands on women."
A red frost appeared on the tip of He Sang's nose. Her face was only a few centimeters away from his waist and abdomen. The breath she exhaled penetrated his shirt, giving him an indescribable itchy and tingling feeling.
His frown deepened.
Reacted.
He Sang was like facing a formidable enemy, and struggled to break free from him. "Since you are suspicious, let's not have any further contact."
"What?" Liang Chihui did not let go and held her arm tightly.
She was well aware of the dangerous atmosphere in the car. No matter how gentlemanly and respectful Liang Chihui was, he was still a man after all, a man who was obsessed with food, sex and nature.
"We're done here."
Liang Chihui's face turned pale. "Do you think I'm a subway? I can go out as I please and come in as I please."
"Nothing happened in the first place. I didn't lose anything, and neither did you. I'll return the necklace from the auction." He Sang swallowed and calmed down. "Let go. I don't want to ride in your car."
Liang Chihui pursed his lips into a line, then laughed angrily. He reached over her, opened the car door, turned around, and said, "Get out!"
There was a rustling sound behind me, the seat bounced, and the door slammed.
He was so shocked that his face was gloomy and horrified.
The driver hurriedly threw away his cigarette butt and caught up with He Sang, "Ms. He?"
She ignored him and strode back the way she came.
"Are you going to get the car?" The driver stopped her. "The bodyguard has already driven back to the old house. What are you doing?"
He Sang was filled with indignation, "Who allowed the bodyguard to open it?"
The driver choked.
Liang Chihui lowered the car window, his expression cold and his tone cold, "Xiao Dong."
The driver had no choice but to go around the front of the car and go to the driving seat.
He Sang yelled, "What about my car?"
"Miss He is very capable." Liang Chihui retracted his gaze, his jaw tense, as if he was about to burn in the next second, burning every inch of the land to ashes and destroying the world. He was strong and cruel, "You fly back to the old house by yourself."
"It was your bodyguard who stole the car." She said aggrievedly, "Why?"
Liang Chihui rolled up the car window, rested his head on the cushion and closed his eyes.
The driver had no choice but to step on the accelerator and drive away.
"Don't care about Miss He anymore?"
The man was silent.
"Zhou Ji is located in the northern suburbs, a remote area. Besides, the restaurant's patrons are either wealthy or noble, and most of them are aware of Miss He's relationship with you. If any rumors spread, Miss He would be embarrassed... or if her enemies happened to pass by after dark and retaliated against her, it would be too late for you to regret it."
"She can go back." Liang Chihui was determined. "Zhouji has a business car fleet. She is very capable and will not suffer any loss. Why should you worry about her?"
The driver grinned.
He is indeed very capable. The second young master Liang has been a gentleman for half his life and is recognized as the leader of the four young masters of Ji Province. However, in just half a month, he has lost his temper no less than ten times.
On the right side of the intersection is the demolition planning circle, with a large blue iron plate blocking it from west to east. The scene is dilapidated. A little girl is squatting on the curb, wearing a mint green T-shirt, beige denim shorts, and her ponytail is swinging.
Her makeup has a bit of an urban beauty feel, and her temperament is that of a college student.
It looked lonely in the ruins.
The little girl stared at the back seat for a long time, then ran down without warning.
The driver was startled. "Mr. Liang, do you know him?"
Liang Chihui opened his eyes and passed by the slender figure. He Yan waved happily, "Director Liang!"
He remained calm and closed his eyes again.
He Yan kept knocking on the glass, looking anxious.
Since Liang Chihui didn't say anything, the driver didn't dare to make a decision on his own. He was in a stalemate, not knowing whether to start or stop.
"Let her up."
The driver gestured for He Yan to go to the passenger seat, but she was reluctant and hesitated for a while before sitting in the front seat.
"I've been waiting for half an hour, and there's not a single taxi." He Yan turned her head and leaned back on the chair, thanking Liang Chihui, "Please give me a ride, Mr. Liang."
The driver has been following Liang Chihui for many years and has seen many girls like this. He will take any opportunity to get in touch with her. Liang Chihui is handsome and rich. Apart from his romantic history, he has almost no shortcomings. Naturally, he is the Tang Monk's flesh that people are fighting for.
But this girl is the only one who really succeeded.
But the reason for striking up a conversation was so lame.
The driver couldn't help but ask, "For a restaurant as big as Zhouji, there's no shuttle bus for employees after get off work?"
"Yes..." He Yan hesitated, "The deputy manager ordered the shuttle bus to leave first and didn't wait for me."
"Deputy Manager?" The driver pondered. "A woman, perhaps."
He Yan nodded.
That makes sense.
There are so many high-ranking officials and wealthy ladies in the weekly journal, immersed in money and power, and their greed cannot withstand the test. It is too dazzling.
The concierge department, the service department, the performing arts department, the colorful young men and women, whoever catches the "dawn" of crossing the class will become the target of public criticism, be excluded, and be envied.
He Yan has a bright future, but she still longs for a shortcut.
Without violating legal ethics, shortcuts are too tempting.
It takes more than twenty years of struggle.
It's three generations.
Liang Chihui rubbed his forehead anxiously, "The manager is very nice to you. Didn't he lend you the car?"
"There are a lot of VIPs today, one at noon and another in the evening. The restaurant only has eight commercial vehicles. The manager even used his personal BMW to entertain the guests. How can he afford to lend me a car? Besides, I don't know how to drive."
He paused.
No car.
The third brother went on a long trip, and Li Zhen was in confinement after giving birth. There was no one to pick up He Sang, and no one to see her off.
Hu Dafa’s wife also has a VIP card for Zhouji, so Xiaodong’s concerns are not unreasonable.
"Xiao Dong, turn around."
The driver laughed, completely expected.
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