Chapter 363: Does Mrs. Liang dare to see it?
Assistant Fan brought a box of ice water from the club and returned to the car. Liang Chihui was lying in the back seat, his trousers pulled down to his knees, his shirt wide open, his exposed chest a strange red, and his whole body was covered in sweat.
"Ms. He..." Assistant Fan was dumbfounded.
He Sang leaned against the corner of the car door, her clothes intact but slightly wrinkled. She untied Liang Chihui's belt, tied his hands tightly, and then hugged his head, tossing him until he was sweating profusely, "Assist Fan! Water Chihui."
He was horrified. "Ice water? How can I handle it..."
"Chi Hui needs to cool down, he needs ice." He Sang urged him, "Blame me if you're sick, not you."
With He Sang's personal assurance that he would not blame him, Assistant Fan became bolder. He opened four bottles of ice water in a row, first pouring them over his calves, then his thighs, arms, and shoulders, cooling them down in a cycle while avoiding the fragile and sensitive areas of his chest, abdomen, and hips.
"Deduct my perfect attendance bonus..."
"Scold me for driving so hard..."
"Drag me to work overtime..."
Assistant Fan muttered as he watered the plants.
He Sang glanced at him and asked, "Where is Chi Hui's wine glass?"
He said sternly, "I've handed it over to the bodyguard. We'll take it to the identification agency for expedited testing. The results will be out tomorrow morning."
"To the hospital."
As Assistant Fan got into the car, a group of young men and women emerged from the restaurant on the first floor. The girl acting as a stand-in was at the front. She peeled back the car window and spotted He Sang. She ran down the steps, clinging to the glass, "Sister Sang, have you picked up the Second Young Master?"
The little girl glanced at the carriage unintentionally and choked.
The three sons of the Liang family have good looks and good family traditions, which are obvious to all in Hebei Province.
Clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse.
A man who knows how to dress up is handsome, but he may not be handsome without dressing up; a man who doesn’t dress up is really handsome.
Liang Chihui took off his gorgeous brand-name clothing, and although he looked haggard and shabby, he was still incredibly handsome.
The thin shirt wrapped around his wet body made him look thin, but he had all the necessary lines and barriers.
Especially at this moment, his skin was dyed a layer of crimson, his forehead hair was wet, thick blue stubble was branded on his chin, and every pore exuded the ultimate masculinity.
Somewhere is covered by neon lights, with a bulging arc.
The reaction was huge.
His expression was one of complete restraint, a feeling of being torn between indulgence and abstinence, self-indulgence and repression.
The little girl asked, "Is the Second Master drunk?"
He Sang lifted up his suit to cover Liang Chihui's lower abdomen. He was not honest. Perhaps it was too hot, too dry, and he was eager to release. Every inch of his skin was thriving and twisted.
"He was entertaining clients during the day and drank too much just now, so his appetite is not feeling well." He Sang told the girl to keep what happened tonight a secret.
Assistant Fan drove to the General Hospital without further delay.
In the early morning, Liang Chihui received an IV drip in the emergency department, and He Sang went to the convenience store to buy milk and corn. While she was away, the short man, fully armed with a white coat, a hat and a mask, slipped into the ward.
Liang Chihui regained consciousness, rubbed his eyebrows, and felt a dull pain in his head.
"Boss." The short man called him beside the bed.
He turned sideways, and the trace of confusion disappeared, "Why are you here?"
"Xiao Liuzi has sneaked back to the Zhongbei Town Health Center. Two female police officers are guarding Mr. Ni's ward. The security guard said that the Third Young Master and Zhao Kai have been smoking at the gate. They are discussing arranging for an orthopedic surgeon from the General Hospital to perform surgery on Mr. Ni tomorrow morning."
"A doctor from the General Hospital." Liang Chihui grasped the key.
The short man drove for two hundred kilometers and burped with exhaustion. "This is the hospital."
"Go to the outpatient clinic's duty room and find Director Hua. He owes me a favor, so I'm asking him to pass a message to Ni Hong."
Liang Chihui knew very well that the reason why Ni Hong was shaken was that the third brother was good at psychological tactics. He led her to believe that the situation was hopeless and then promised her a reduction in sentence if she made meritorious service. Ni Hong was a woman after all and did not have the mentality of a desperado. All the sins she had committed so far were due to her love. In order to support him, she was not brave enough and not tough enough.
Secondly, Ni Hong was injured and longed for his care the most, but his indifference defeated her hope. Since sacrifice was meaningless, it was better to seek her own hope. Cooperating with Lao San was her only way to survive.
The third brother really found the right time and took advantage of the opportunity.
But one thing was overlooked.
A woman who is trapped in love is the most useless.
As long as he gives Ni Hong a taste of the sweetness, Ni Hong will change her confession at any time, catching the third brother off guard.
Liang Chihui finished giving the short man instructions, and he walked out the door just as He Sang walked in. "Is the doctor here for rounds?"
She sniffed the smell, "Doctor, sweaty feet?"
Liang Chihui covered his eyelids with the back of his hands and murmured hoarsely.
He Sang packed a bowl of red bean porridge and a red bean paste bun, opened the plastic cover, and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
The aroma of beans and sweaty feet mixed together, making it indescribably pungent. She sniffed, opened a window, and began to doubt the man in the white coat who had hurried away. Medical staff frequently disinfected and paid attention to hygiene, and the clinics and wards were air-conditioned, so feet couldn't sweat. Only workers and security guards, exposed to the sun and labor, could sweat so strongly.
She remained silent, "What did the doctor order?"
"Take medicine." Liang Chihui lay down with his back to her.
He Sang knew he was angry and walked around the bed. "I won't interfere with you keeping a woman, but an office romance will damage your reputation. The board of directors is eyeing you covetously, and you have many competitors in the business world—"
"Mrs. Liang is very virtuous and well-rounded."
Liang Chihui interrupted with his eyes closed, his chest heaving violently, and blood faintly returning to the needle tip in his right hand.
"Don't clench your fist..." He Sang pried open his fingers and massaged them gently.
He was filled with rage, but she was so gentle and devoted that he had no way to vent his anger.
"There are so many cities in Ji Province. If you like one, keep it in another city, or even another province. If there is any rumor, I will protect you and clarify it together. If you keep it in this city—"
"Mrs. Liang, aren't you sleepy?" Liang Chihui interrupted her again.
His tone became more and more impatient.
His eyes were also undisguisedly distant and cruel.
"I'll stay with you."
"No need." He withdrew his hand indifferently.
He Sang paused for a moment, knowing full well that it was not appropriate to continue the conversation in this situation. "I'm sleeping in the outer room. Go to the bathroom and call me."
"Why did I call you?" Liang Chihui asked back.
"It's convenient for you..."
"It's convenient for me to take off my pants. Will Mrs. Liang take care of me?"
She nodded, "You have an IV in your right hand, so you can't move..."
"Does Mrs. Liang dare to see it?"
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