Chapter 38 The Deepest Night, He is the Most Charming
The man's glasses frame was icy cold, and He Sang couldn't help but shiver.
Perhaps because it was too uncomfortable, he took off his glasses, leaving a faint red mark on the bridge of his nose.
Lights and shadows flickered on the glass, and the neon lights were as long as a street. He Sang liked to watch him at night. He was the most charming in the deepest night.
Charming things are tainted with poison.
Insolent and decadent.
A year ago, Liang Yanzhang had a birthday party at the theater, and Liang Jishen showed his true side. It was not until he went there for the second time, seven days later, that the girls in the theater were aroused and studied him thoroughly.
They have at least had one relationship and are confident of their experience. Half of the girls bet that he is a useless piece of gold, while half of the girls bet that he has a body of steel and can "hurt" women when he goes crazy.
He Sang is young and believes whatever he hears.
Later, when Liang Jishen took off his clothes in the bedroom with the light on, she knew what was going on.
The wolf nature bursting out from his bones, and the wild desire to break all taboos.
In bed and out of bed, he is like two completely different people.
Later, a colleague from the theater asked her to verify it, and she smiled mysteriously, "It's worthy of the name."
It is good-looking and even more useful. Its body is broad, strong, and powerful.
The girls were so jealous that their hearts were moved and their eyes were jealous.
"You're very famous in our theater," He Sang muttered without context. "They talk about you all the time."
"Really?" Liang Jishen's voice was a little magnetic. "What are you talking about me?"
She smiled and said that when women get together, they can be quite vulgar.
"They say I have a great body and a big figure, and I don't like to scream, but when I scream uncontrollably, I sound very manly."
He Sang couldn't laugh anymore. "Did you plant spies?"
He doesn't have the time.
Cheng Xun went to pick her up from get off work and listened to the little girls making bets in the bathroom, betting hundreds or thousands of dollars, that He Sang would not be able to stay with him and would be dumped by him.
What's more, betting on Cui Manli can take him down.
He is not a man who is not picky about food.
Although they were all in their prime and full of vigor, he never had any extra thoughts about them.
Liang Jishen's drunkenness had dissipated a little. The lights outside the car window were bright. He Sang's eyebrows and eyes were gentle and charming. He couldn't help but be aroused. He pressed the back of her head with his palm and kissed her eyelids and lips.
Getting more and more ferocious and brutal.
Her face flushed and she was breathing rapidly. The man stroked her back again and again to help her regulate her breathing.
He Sang caught his breath and began to fiddle with his hands, making various gestures, spreading them apart, putting them together, turning them up and down, and he let her do it without getting tired of it.
"Liang Jishen."
"Um."
She smiled with her eyebrows curved. "Liang Jishen?"
The man's breath sprayed on her neck, moist and powerful, "Hmm."
He Sang pecked his ear lightly, "Ji Shen."
She seldom called him by his name, which showed respect for his position and also intimacy.
Liang Jishen moved his hand down and pinched her butt, "Don't shout."
He Sang bit his lip and said, "I don't want to call you Brother Shen like her."
The man buried his head in her shoulder again. His face was not visible, but every word he said was clear. "She is she, and you are you."
He Sang is not being pretentious, he just wants a unique and exclusive privilege.
No woman has the privilege of sharing.
The indescribable bitterness was like a rampantly growing vine, quickly invading her heart and surrounding it tightly. He Sang felt a little suffocated, and her back bent weakly.
......
When passing the intersection of Nanhai Bay, Liang Jishen asked Cheng Xun to pull over.
He got out of the car from the other door without waking the woman in the back seat.
As soon as he went down, He Sang opened his eyes and stared at the figure in the night.
Cheng Xun witnessed this scene from the rearview mirror and sent a text message to Liang Jishen.
——Ms. He didn’t sleep.
The man glanced at it calmly, turned off the screen, and put the phone back in his pocket.
Song He opened the door and saw Liang Jishen, her eyes instantly reddened, "You're here."
"I came here after finishing my socializing." He looked at the blueness under her eyes and asked, "Didn't you get enough rest?"
When she went to Jinyue Mansion in the morning, she had put on light makeup, but after taking it off, she looked very bad.
"My mother urinated blood last night, and I took her to the hospital for a checkup at noon."
"Xiaohe, who are you talking to?" Song's mother, wearing an apron, peeked out from the living room.
Liang Jishen was polite and courteous, without any airs, and said with a hint of a smile, "Mrs. Song."
"It's Mr. Liang." Song's mother was overjoyed. "Xiao He said that you took good care of her and gave her a big house. Our Xiao He married above her station. Mr. Liang treats her well. I will be at peace even if I die soon."
Song He choked with tears, "Mom..."
Liang Jishen stood still and asked, "How is Mrs. Song's kidney disease? Does she need to be hospitalized?"
"I'm over sixty years old. Why bother with this anymore? I can earn more every day I live." She held Song He's hand. "I just hope Xiao He will be happy. I hope she can marry a good man who understands my feelings and has a secure life for the rest of her life. I don't ask for anything else."
Song He wiped away her tears.
Liang Jishen didn't respond much, and handed Song's mother a secondary card. "Xiao He forgot to bring it, I'll bring it over."
"You can't accept it." Song's mother was very principled. "I taught Xiaohe not to be greedy for what doesn't belong to you. People should respect themselves."
"What's mine is Xiaohe's, Madam Song, don't refuse."
Song He felt more at ease after hearing what he said.
Where a man's money is may not be where his love is, but where he spends money is definitely where he cares.
"Mr. Liang, come in and have a cup of tea."
Liang Jishen couldn't refuse the kindness. On the table in the living room was a set of top-grade purple clay teapots worth hundreds of thousands of yuan. He bought them to give as a birthday gift to Yao Wenjie in May. After all, they were a family, so they had to put on some superficial things. The teapots had been locked in the attic, but he didn't expect Song's mother to take them out and make tea.
He took a sip and said, "Not bad."
"Last year's new tea, I roasted it in a big pot in my hometown." Song's mother packed a large bag and said, "I'll take it to Mr. Liang and his wife to try."
Liang Jishen smiled politely, "They don't drink tea, Madam Song, please help yourself."
Song He tried to smooth things over, "Mom, Mr. Liang and Mrs. Liang only drink red wine, not tea."
"Then I won't force you." Song's mother sat across from him. "Mr. Liang, how old are you?"
His posture was neither straight nor sloppy, somewhere in between, quite casual. "I am thirty-two years old."
"Xiao He is also 29 years old."
Liang Jishen shook the tea leaves in the cup with a calm expression.
"Mr. Liang, have you made any plans for Xiao He?"
He raised his eyebrows and looked at Song He, "Didn't you tell Madam Song?"
Song's mother also looked at her, "What did you say?"
She was stunned for a second, then came to her senses. "Mr. Liang didn't treat me unfairly. He invested in a trust fund in my name, which I can't spend in my lifetime."
Song's mother was an old hand in the world, and she knew very well that the third son of the Liang family could only get the upper hand temporarily, but not forever.
"Mr. Liang always considers Xiao He, I have nothing to say."
Liang Jishen stood up and said goodbye after a while, and Song He saw him out of the hospital.
"Stay with your mother for a few more days." Liang Jishen pulled her long hair back and said, "Call me if you need any financial help."
"What about you? Will you come here often?"
"Come when you're free."
Song He hugged him, "Brother Shen, I miss you every moment, do you miss me?"
Liang Jishen responded, "Go back."
She was reluctant to leave, "I'll watch you go."
The man touched her cheek lightly with the back of his hand and turned away.
He Sang was sleeping soundly. Liang Jishen sat back in the car, put his arm around her waist and held her on his lap.
"What were you doing?"
Her pretending to be stupid made him feel a little soft-hearted.
"Go see someone."
She said in a gloomy tone, "Has your wound healed yet?"
"It's done."
Liang Jishen exerted force on his hands, "It's getting thinner."
She didn't understand, "What's thin?"
"waist."
He loved pinching her waist and listening to her tickle and giggle.
"Have you eaten on time?"
He Sang nodded and said, "I ate it."
Liang Jishen finished massaging her waist, then her legs and ankles. Apart from her breasts and buttocks, her entire body was pitifully thin, with not a pound of flesh. Her breasts weren't fat either, but firm, elastic, and plump. "Where did you eat? Did you eat the dog's stomach?"
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