Chapter 353 He immediately remembered it in his heart
"Are you planning on giving me a birthday present?"
The taste of alcohol in his mouth faded, leaving only a hint of bitter tea. A cup of tea on the water table within reach was slowly steaming.
Liang Chihui likes to drink hot tea, no matter the season, even in the hot summer. Liang Jishen likes to drink cold tea, which is naturally cooled and slowly warms up when you drink it.
They basically don't drink coffee, rely on smoking to stay awake, and apply cooling oil on their sunscreen.
Very formal and traditional.
The distance was too close, so close that their breaths were entangled. He Sang tilted his head back and asked, "What gift do you want?"
Liang Chihui bent down to her level, "What do you want to give?"
"car..."
"Car?" He smiled in surprise, "Are you giving me a car?"
"Car fragrance." He Sang suddenly changed the subject.
Liang Chihui's cheapest car was a Bentley, and she only gave him half of it after working for a year.
Besides, most of her money belonged to Liang Jishen, so she wouldn't be so inappropriate as to use Liang Jishen's money to buy gifts for another man.
"Aromatherapy?" Liang Chihui laughed out loud, "I have it, and I want you to give me something I don't have."
"You don't have anything..."
He thought seriously for a minute, "For example, a formal wife."
He Sang lowered her head, Liang Chihui stared at her, but she never responded.
After a moment, the man slowly straightened up and said, "Go check your room."
He went upstairs first, and He Sang let out the breath that was stuck in his throat and followed behind.
Liang Chihui was unhappy.
He Sang knew that once he proposed a formal relationship, it meant he was thinking about getting married.
He is now in dire straits, attacked from all sides.
Liang Yanzhang packed suitcases of all sizes at night. Ji Xilan was also packing. It was said that they were going to immigrate to Malaysia and had bought a Western-style house and a luxury car.
At this juncture, it cannot be ruled out that he absconded with the money.
Liang Yanzhang abandoned the Liang Group and his second son as a shield, allowing the eldest and third sons to overthrow him.
Taking Ji Xilan along was, firstly, to suppress the third brother. If he was ever found guilty, he would be more or less concerned about his mother's safety, and Liang Yanzhang would have an extra layer of security abroad. Secondly, it was to prevent alerting the enemy. With such a hasty move abroad, the third brother had an occupational hazard. With his vigilance, he would definitely be secretly monitoring Liang Yanzhang, and it was unlikely that he could escape. Going with Ji Xilan was equivalent to relocating the whole family, using the excuse of a quiet retirement to avoid being so suspicious.
Liang Chihui pushed open a door in the middle of the corridor. The entire villa's home decoration background was deep black and brown, except for this room, which was a warm and refreshing milky white.
Curtains, bedding, and carpets should be arranged to appear feminine without affecting visual harmony.
"These are what the gentleman requested. You're a little girl, you love to be coquettish and playful, so you filled a cabinet with porcelain dolls. Don't underestimate porcelain dolls; they're not just any toys. Some are limited editions, and the gentleman had a friend make them custom-made in Italy."
The nanny carefully opened the glass cabinet door, and He Sang walked over and touched each one. There were four or five hundred porcelain dolls. They felt heavy and smooth, and the facial features were carved vividly. They were indeed exquisite products.
"Did I ever tell you I liked porcelain dolls?"
Liang Chihui turned on the light strip, "There's one in your car."
There is a Pikachu porcelain doll on He Sang’s center console. She actually has no interest in cartoons or comics, but she likes collecting small dolls and pendants.
He Sang was surprised that he observed her preferences so carefully.
"Isn't it expensive?"
“Not as expensive as Aobai.”
She chuckled, but Liang Chihui said seriously, "It's not expensive if you're happy."
"There are still a lot more!" the nanny agreed. "The master would like to give you all the porcelain dolls in the world."
The dolls in the first row were equipped with sensor lights. When she touched them, the lights came on, and when she took her hand away, the lights went out again.
One of them looks very much like her, with symmetrical dimples on her lips.
"Me?"
Liang Chihui hummed, "Resemble it?"
"Like." He Sang nodded. "Cheongsam doll?"
"No recollection?" He took it out and held it in his palm. "This was my first time watching your performance at the theatre."
She suddenly realized, "I played Wang Jiazhi in Lust, Caution."
She was wearing a rose-colored short cheongsam with round buttons and wavy hair. The walk from getting off the tram to the telephone booth was full of sorrow and affection, swaying gracefully.
Liang Chihui immediately remembered it in his heart.
......
He Sang went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, he habitually looked for his cell phone. Coincidentally, the nanny passed by the door with a glass of milk.
"Ms. He, your phone is charging in the study."
"Can't I charge it in the bedroom?"
"Yes..." The nanny hesitated, "It was the master's idea."
He Sang understood that Liang Chihui's vigilance had been heightened, and he began to guard her closely.
From the "catch of adultery" in Hongxing Village, her lie to conceal her trip to Lijia Village, to the farce of President Yu's sarcasm at the Zhongyuan Group's annual meeting, there were too many ties and involvements between her and Liang Jishen, and he felt more and more uncomfortable.
Moving back to Bixi Mansion was precisely to sever the ties between her and Liang Jishen.
No one is content in a relationship and always wants more.
He Sang took the glass of milk and went straight to the bedroom next door.
Liang Chihui changed into navy blue pajamas and reviewed documents under the desk lamp.
"Put it down."
She put it gently on the desk.
The light was dim, and she covered half of it. Liang Chihui said impatiently, "You are blocking the light."
He Sang moved to the left.
He had signed seven or eight contracts in a row and was exhausted and in a bad mood. He frowned and said, "Get out."
"Do you apply medicine?"
Liang Chihui was startled and raised his head.
He Sang pointed to his cheek and said, "The swelling from the slap mark hasn't gone down yet. I'll apply some medicine overnight, and maybe it will be back to normal tomorrow."
He laughed, "I forgot."
"Don't it hurt anymore?" She handed him the milk.
"Much better." Liang Chihui took a sip, "The medicine is in the drawer."
He Sang took out the emergency kit. Some of the medicine was expired, and some was about to expire. "How long have you not been back?"
"Occasionally come back and stay for a night or two."
She unwrapped the cotton swab, tore open the alcohol ball and a piece of Chinese medicine ointment to reduce swelling and dissolve blood stasis, "Do you have other houses?"
“There’s a flat on Beihai Road.”
"Where do you live?"
Liang Chihui leaned back in his chair and said, "It's much better than living here."
It only takes twenty minutes to drive from Beihai Road to Liang Group and forty minutes to Bixi Mansion.
However, the villa has good privacy and the upstairs and downstairs are spacious. It doesn't matter where he lives alone. But if He Sang lives with him, he cares more about the quality of the environment.
He Sang finished applying the medicine and said, "You should go to bed early."
She stepped back, and the faint and enchanting fragrance dissipated.
Liang Chihui's heart felt inexplicably empty.
Like a dug hole.
In that instant, he called her, "He Sang."
She turned her head.
Liang Chihui pursed her lips, "You are used to your bed. If you can't sleep..."
He Sang's grip tightened involuntarily.
Can't sleep...
Being under his roof, what she feared most was that he would get deeper into the relationship.
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