Chapter 387 You Don’t Deserve It
He Sang looked at Liang Chihui.
"Afraid."
Tears flowed between the man's fingers, along his wrists and into his sleeves. He noticed it and softened his tone, "Have I ever hurt you?"
"No."
"Do you think I'll hurt you?"
He Sang shook his head, "I don't know."
"You don't believe me, but I always believe that I will never hurt Mrs. Liang." Liang Chihui wiped the corners of her eyes. His skin was delicate and cool. "I can get any woman I want. Why bother to deceive yourself with Mrs. Liang, indulge you in every way, please you, forgive you again and again, and forgive your insolence."
He slid his fingertips down and wiped the tip of He Sang's nose. A woman who is good at acting can never stop crying and acting. The more a man pretends to be stupid, the more she controls him.
"Have you ever hurt me?"
He Sang bit his lip and said nothing.
"You accompanied me to social events, went to the club to take care of me when I was drunk, and flaunted yourself around the Liang Group. You weren't defending your position, nor did you care about which woman around me threatened you. Your real purpose was to gain control of my connections, get close to my closest confidants, and find out what's going on, right?"
The wind rushed in through the window, lifting a corner of the curtains, and the fragrance of flowers on the roof spread. A gust of wind blew scattered petals onto the bed, brushing against her eyelashes and sticking to them silently.
Liang Chihui picked it up gently and crushed it into red mud.
Apply it on He Sang's cheek.
His smile was deep, reflected in her eyes, "I should fulfill Mrs. Liang's sacrifice, and Mrs. Liang should also fulfill her obligations."
He casually pulled and untied the belt of her pajamas, "A sheep in the tiger's mouth, how can it be unscathed?"
He Sang closed his eyes and couldn't help trembling.
"Open it."
She didn't respond.
Liang Chihui once again pressed the back of her head against his chin, his breath just inches away, burning and devouring her.
"Mrs. Liang was kissing you reluctantly in the ice spring pool. What? Was it to embarrass you?" He was annoyed, more annoyed than ever before. "She was so reluctant and resisted so much in front of everyone. Does Mrs. Liang think I don't need to save face?"
He Sang choked up, "I'm just not used to it."
Liang Chihui stared at her for a long time. The fine hairs beside her nose were a little wet, and her eyes were moist, like a helpless and lost little elk.
I couldn't help but feel soft-hearted again.
He turned his head away, took off his belt, and unbuttoned his shirt. "Now."
He Sang's trembling became more and more violent.
"It's just Mrs. Liang and I, a legally engaged couple. Mrs. Liang's charm and sexual desire are all released, and I am happy to accept it." Liang Chihui took off his shirt, leaving his upper body naked, his belt thrown on the floor, and the hem of his pants slightly loose. His muscles were firm and white, and beads of sweat crisscrossed and flowed into his abdominal groove.
As his breathing rose and fell, the lines and bones of his body expanded and contracted over and over again.
The end of the bed was facing the dressing table, and his shadow filled the mirror. Under the hazy orange night light, it was a mature and sexy body full of male desire.
He is willing to reveal himself, yet he is also strict about keeping things secret.
I didn't want to scare her, but I was unwilling to do so.
So much so that he is inexplicably mysterious and contradictory.
"He Sang, open your eyes and look at me."
Liang Chihui hadn't called her name for some time. She slowly looked into his eyes. What she saw was a vast chest, with tendons, veins and blood vessels dormant under the skin and flesh, strong and powerful.
She dodged, but there was nowhere to hide.
"You've been with the third brother for a year and a half, and he taught you a lot about sex." The man pulled her, and she was caught off guard, her whole face hitting Liang Chihui's body, and her lips were imprinted on his Adam's apple.
An indescribable sensitivity and beauty that could not be experienced with other women burst out and surged to the top of Liang Chihui's head.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the boiling urge that kept exploding.
Liang Chihui knew that since she had chosen this path, the situation was out of control, so she obeyed.
It was him who didn't want to lose control at the last moment.
He considers himself not a gentleman. A gentleman is open and honest, but he is scheming and not free and easy.
But he is not a mean person to women.
Liang Chihui grabbed He Sang's pajamas, and there was a moment of dead silence.
He tightened his hands, loosened them, and got out of bed, "Go to sleep."
The footsteps faded away, and when they were about to disappear, He Sang said, "You were the one who didn't continue. Don't blame me."
Liang Chihui was stunned for a second, then suddenly laughed.
To defeat the enemy.
What a clever woman.
He replied, "Actually, I wanted to propose to Mrs. Liang at the resort."
Liang Chihui lifted He Sang's chin with his thumb and stroked her neck. She dared not move and finally understood how dangerous he was.
He was disheveled and drowsy, looking like a playboy at the moment, but the oppression and intimidation in his aura was so intense.
"What a beautiful and innocent face, what heart-pounding tears." He pinched her cheek, gradually increasing the force, "It's a pity you don't deserve it."
He Sang was completely frozen.
Liang Chihui took off the diamond ring on her ring finger, held it upright between his and her sight, twisted their fingertips together, and the diamond ring fell into the soft blanket.
He stared at her, stepped back, closed the door and left.
......
Municipal Bureau.
Yao Wenjie was detained at the airport customs in the afternoon and was held next to Liang Yanzhang.
She planned to leave the country quietly and kill Liang Jishen by surprise, so even Liang Chihui was unaware of her itinerary.
The higher the virtue, the higher the devil.
Yao Wenjie underestimated Liang Jishen. He had informed the customs four days ago that she, Liang Chihui, and even Uncle Zheng, who had close ties with the second wife, would be detained on the spot as long as they passed the security check.
The door of the interrogation room opened at this time.
The light in the corridor flickered. The man, facing away from the light, spoke softly, "Aunt Yao."
"Third brother." Yao Wenji straightened her spine, with the air of an elder, "Today is my birthday. Should I accept your gift or not?"
Liang Jishen placed the cake on the interrogation table and said, "I'm sorry to have to celebrate your birthday at the Municipal Bureau."
"Where's your father?"
"Father's ending is most likely not good. Does Aunt Yao want to see him?"
"Third brother, are you crazy?" Yao Wenji frowned. "You've turned the Liang family upside down. What good will it do you?"
"First, I have a job title, then a surname." Liang Jishen stood behind the interrogation table. "I am loyal to Hebei Province. Secondly, I am a member of the Liang family."
"Third Brother, why are you being so righteous?" Yao Wenji sneered. "If He Jinping wasn't He Sang's father, would you have meddled in the Guanghe Group's past? Does the death of ten thousand people at Guanghe Group have anything to do with you? Are you a police officer? Is it your duty to redress injustices?"
Liang Jishen also smiled. "Aunt Yao is right. Guanghe Group has nothing to do with me. I only got involved because of He Jinping. I'm not a police officer. I used to work in the Municipal Procuratorate. Public prosecution and evidence collection are my specialty. I am qualified to assist Director Zhao."
He lifted the lid of the cake box. "Luckily, I intervened, otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance to witness Aunt Yao's elegance. My second brother is so successful in the business world, and he actually inherited the business from his mother."
Yao Wenji, a seasoned veteran, simply explained her position, "I'm doing business in Southeast Asia. No matter how low-quality or counterfeit my products are, my factory is overseas and my goods are sold overseas. Domestic laws don't apply to me."
"The mainland has no control over Aunt Yao's business, but it does control illegal overseas transfers." Liang Jishen sat down, his shirt buttoned to the top. His demeanor was solemn and dignified, echoing in the interrogation room. His words were sonorous and powerful. "Aunt Yao, let's talk about Old J."
Yao Wenji's pupils widened, "What?"
Liang Jishen repeated, "Isn't Lao J, the local tyrant from Chiang Rai, an old friend of Aunt Yao? We are family, and Aunt Yao is hiding this from me?"
"Where did you hear that rumor?" Yao Wenji quickly calmed down. "I don't know Lao J. I haven't taken a penny from your father."
"Aunt Yao really didn't take my father's money. He never expected to be broke. His second son, whom he valued the most, quietly emptied the Liang family's wealth and placed all the blame on him. He's been in the interrogation room for four days and three nights, still hoping his second son will save him and protect him." Liang Jishen cut a small piece of cake. "Aunt Yao, you know me. No one has the ability to save anyone from me."
Yao Wenji's face became paler and paler.
He placed the cake in front of her and said, "My hook in Thailand has gone to see Old J. If everything goes well, Aunt Yao will meet the person you most want to see at the Municipal Bureau, such as Second Brother."
"Third brother! Give yourself a way out. Second brother didn't get involved." Yao Wenjie's psychological defenses began to loosen.
This woman has been around all her life, and her courage, wisdom and strategy are better than men. Liang Jishen decided to take a break and temper her temper. The longer it takes, the more she will collapse.
He ignored her and walked out of the interrogation room.
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