Chapter 32 A Little Closer
He Sang learned about Liang Jishen again, but it was bombshell news.
Zhang Chengye, the prince of the Zhang family, bullied Song He under the instigation of his friends, which angered him. The two sides then fought at the Huaxi Club.
It is said that when he arrived at the scene, Song He's skirt was half-removed, the condom packaging was torn open, Zhang Chengye was taking off his pants, Liang Jishen picked up a wine bottle and smashed it into the box, and Zhang Chengye's lackey who tried to stop the fight was also hit by a bottle.
There was blood at the scene.
He Sang's heart was in turmoil. On the one hand, he was sad that Song He had suffered a loss, and with his loss of composure, his car accident was quietly put to rest.
Secondly, the prince of the Zhang family had practiced Taekwondo and it was rumored that he was at a very high level and could fight three or four people alone. She couldn't help but worry.
Most women will fail with their first man. Unless they experience the hard times, they won't learn their lesson.
He Sang had lived with Liang Jishen in Lushan Mansion for more than two months before, and she didn't take many of her belongings with her. Since he wanted to break up completely, she wouldn't stick around.
After get off work at the theater, she drove to Foothills.
On the way, the agent called and said there was a second-hand large flat in Nanshajiang with a listing price of 4.1 million yuan. However, the location was too remote, so she hesitated and didn't buy it. She then contacted Zhou Chen, who found a very suitable house, 2 kilometers away from the city center, for a small apartment worth 1.7 million yuan. He Sang happened to have more than 2 million yuan on hand.
It’s just that Zhou Chen lives in the same building.
She exhaled, "I'll think about it."
"Xiao Sang, I don't have any intentions." He said sincerely, "I want to protect you. If you don't need me, I won't bother you. If you need me, I can show up in time."
He Sang couldn't describe the feeling. "I understand your feelings, Zhou Chen."
"Then this apartment—"
"No rush for now, I'll look for it again."
It was dead silent on that end.
He Sang hung up the phone without saying anything more.
When she arrived at Lushan, Cheng Xun was there too. As if betting that she would come today, He Sang stopped and looked at him.
"Ms. He, I came here specially to pick you up."
She asked back, "Pick me up?"
"Mr. Liang is ill."
He Sang thought of him fighting for that woman. Even though she wasn't there, she could still imagine the scene. "What's the point of me going? I'm not a doctor."
Cheng Xun had something to ask of her, so he put on an apologetic smile and said, "You've always taken care of Mr. Liang. His injuries from the last car accident haven't fully healed, and now new and old illnesses are surging. Could you please come over for the sake of our friendship? If you're moving out, you have to tell Mr. Liang in person. If something happens, I won't be able to explain myself."
He Sang didn't make things difficult for him. He packed his things quickly and got into Cheng Xun's car.
When we drove into Jinyue Mansion, we found that the lights in the study on the second floor were indeed not on.
There was an orange light in the living room.
Liang Jishen sat in the light and shadow. He had a dark complexion, strong bones and muscles, and rarely showed any signs of illness. At least in the year that He Sang had been with him, he had never been sick except for headaches after drinking.
I have been sick one after another recently.
The man swallowed the pill, looked up and glanced at her, "Why are you wearing so little?"
He Sang recognized that he was taking painkillers and said, "My coat is in the car. I'll leave soon."
He asked Cheng Xun, "Is the engine turned off?"
"It's not extinguished."
Liang Jishen put the cup down heavily.
"But the fuel is low." Cheng Xun changed his tone, "I'll turn off the engine first. I'll start it again when Miss He leaves."
He walked very quickly and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
Liang Jishen's eyes fixed on her face, "Come closer."
He Sang didn't move.
"Are you afraid that I might infect you with my illness?" He put his fist to his lips and coughed two or three times, causing veins on his forehead to bulge.
She felt a little reluctant and took a step forward hesitantly.
"Closer."
This time, He Sang didn't listen.
Liang Jishen suddenly reached out and embraced her with his arms. Before she could react, he clamped her between his legs.
Perhaps it was because the temperature was too hot, the man's breath on her neck was also hot, and she was like a ripe peach.
Liang Jishen was not one to hang out with women, but he was gifted with special skills. He had an excellent technique in teasing her sensitive spots, and he was very proficient in the right measure and strength.
He Sang's whole body trembled slightly, and her slender waist, which was too fragile to be bent, bent in his palm. She stood up stubbornly, but finally softened.
Her voice was shaking, "Are you sick?"
The man pressed against her exposed skin, "You hope I'll get better, but I'm still sick every day?"
"Cheng Xun said you were sick—"
"He lied to you." Liang Jishen said seriously, "I will punish him tomorrow."
He Sang pried his hands apart and said, "If you didn't order Cheng Xun to lie, would he dare to do so?"
She really didn't want to lean on Liang Jishen's arms. Her fingernails scratched his wrists. He let go and unbuttoned all the buttons. "I don't dare."
Breaking free from his restraints, He Sang stepped back to create some distance, "You said you wouldn't go to Lushan anymore."
The man responded, "Yes."
She turned and left.
Less than three steps away, there was a loud bang behind him.
He Sang was shocked reflexively and turned around to look.
Liang Jishen fell on the sofa, his eyes closed and an abnormal flush spreading across them.
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