Chapter 31: Flirting
Back in the car, Song He leaned against the window in disappointment. Liang Jishen glanced at her with a half-smile, "Are you unhappy?"
Song He turned his back to him and did not respond.
Liang Jishen has always been generous in this regard and doesn't care about money. "Go to another store and have fun."
"I don't care about that necklace." Song He sat up straight. "It doesn't matter how many necklaces you give to Miss He. I have no complaints. What I mind is that it was you who gave it to me. Mrs. Zeng was arrogant and domineering. She pointed at my nose and scolded me. As soon as Miss He begged you, you let Mrs. Zeng go."
The man gathered her long hair and smoothed it behind her shoulders. He said with a smile, "How about I bring it back to you?"
Song He stared at him.
Liang Jishen glanced at Cheng Xun and said, "Get out of the car and get it."
He was too calm, so calm that Song He couldn't tell whether it was true or not.
But she knew very well that being a bad guy for a necklace would only make He Sang look pitiful, which was not worth it.
The moment Cheng Xun got out of the car, Song He stopped him and said, "No."
Liang Jishen remained emotionless, "Really not taking it?"
Song He shook his head. "No, I gave it all to her. There's no point in asking for it back."
She snuggled up to the man's chest, gazing at him with deep affection. This face had clear eyebrows and strong eyes, and a perfect sense of relaxation and alienation in his bones. Liang Jishen's handsomeness was sharp, like a poisonous blade.
He was actually very patient and was willing to spend money to make her smile. He protected her in danger without saying a single harsh word to her.
But Song He still felt that he was shrouded in a thick fog.
She was eager to see through this man, "Brother Shen, you have feelings for me, right?"
The man's eyes lit up with a smile, "You're daydreaming again."
Song He held his face and kissed him. Liang Jishen touched her cheek with the back of his hand, and placed it between her lips and his. "Does it still hurt?"
She held his hand tightly, "It hurts."
The man caressed it gently without saying a word.
"I don't hate Madam Liang for hitting me." Song He's eyes were filled with tears, gentle and forbearing.
Liang Jishen was listening, yet not listening, his eyes passing over the busy traffic on the opposite side. The afternoon sun was bright, and He Sang was looking up at the bus stop sign.
She rarely wears a ponytail, only simply tying it into a bun at the back of her head when she washes up in the morning.
It makes you look young and small.
Some people even believed that she was eighteen or nineteen years old.
A red BMW X6 stopped at the bottom of the steps. Li Zhen waved to her, but she declined with an excuse, and the car slowly drove away.
He Sang sensed a gaze in the dark. He looked around for a long time but found nothing, so he got on the bus.
"Mrs. Liang hates me and must have put pressure on you. I would rather kneel before her as long as she calms down."
"You're talking nonsense again." Liang Jishen turned his attention back to Song He in his arms. "My mother is like that. I'll tell her not to touch you again."
After returning home, Song He went into the bedroom, changed into a sexy nightgown, sprayed white tea perfume on her armpits and ankles, and after getting ready, she went to the living room and hugged Liang Jishen from behind.
He straightened his back and tilted his head slightly. "Aren't you tired after walking around all day?"
"Are you tired?" She rubbed her towering breasts against him. Song He had a plump figure, slightly taller than He Sang. She had gained about ten pounds, but her oval face made her look thin and fat, which was very deceptive.
The kind that best satisfies men's fantasies is the big S-curve when taking off clothes and showing off the flesh.
"I'm tired."
His answer was beyond Song He's expectations. She was stunned and settled for the next best thing. "Shall we take a hot bath?"
Liang Jishen tilted his neck back, stretched his upper body to relieve his fatigue, and put his hands on his waist to replace her hands that were holding him.
"You wash first, I'll review the documents."
Then he pushed open the study door.
It was dark inside, and Liang Jishen took out a set of pajamas.
In the corner of the wardrobe was a row of He Sang's remaining suspender skirts, which were almost 90% new. She was very obedient and never wore them except for performances. She was conservative in bed eight out of ten times, but the two times she was revealing, she was extremely graceful and charming, which was refreshing and intense for him.
A little goblin who breaks a man's mentality.
Liang Jishen's eyes showed her distinct black and white pupils, a small mole on the tip of her nose, and her lips that were bitten white. His abdomen felt bloated, so he turned on the shower and took a cold shower.
In the cold winter, this watering caused a fever.
In the second half of the night, Song He was awakened by the noise next door. She got out of bed to check. Coincidentally, Cheng Xun had just sent a doctor away. The lights were on in the room, and Liang Jishen was taking antipyretics.
She questioned Cheng Xun, "Why do you have a fever? You were fine during the day.
Cheng Xun stood at the door and said, "It's a cold."
Song He brought a cup of warm water to Liang Jishen and said, "Why didn't you call me? Secretary Cheng is not as attentive as a woman."
The man massaged his temples. "I knew you were asleep, so I didn't scream."
Song He wanted to massage him, but Liang Jishen lay down flat on his back. "It will be fine after a good night's sleep and sweating. You should rest too."
Song He paused in mid-air, "Is it because I didn't take good care of Miss He?"
Cheng Xun said nothing and closed the door from the outside.
“Brother Shen, I can take care of you in the future. I will be better than Miss He.”
The man had his arms resting on the quilt, sounding drowsy as if he was asleep.
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