Chapter 395 Don’t You Hope for My Safety?
Liang Chihui placed his phone on the dining table and said, "I allow you to tip me off, just this once."
He Sang looked at him, then at his phone.
Motionless.
"Report it?"
She pursed her lips.
"Lao San and Zhao Kai have secretly searched the suburbs, construction sites, and factories of Hebei Province in order to find Tong Er's whereabouts. You are now the third person who knows his whereabouts besides me and the restaurant manager." Liang Chihui leaned back in his chair, stroking the ashtray with his fingertips. The transparent glass reflected his face, which was sharp, cold, and without any warmth.
"It's up to you whether to report it or not." He stood up and went to the kitchen.
The phone is turned on.
No password or fingerprint unlock is set.
He Sang looked straight ahead, stretched out his hand, and when it touched the edge, he retracted it as if he had been electrocuted.
What did Liang Chihui want?
Test, tease her?
Enjoying the pleasure of the cat catching the mouse, the weak mouse jumped up and down but was unable to break free.
Even if she succeeded in reporting the news, it would take Zhao Kai at least an hour to reach the suburbs, while Liang Chihui would only need a few minutes to transfer Tong Er.
The police mobilized a large force but came up empty-handed, "wrongly" accusing Liang Chihui. He complained in anger, and the police had to be cautious about any clues about him in the future.
The value of her intelligence was also greatly reduced.
Liang Chihui was simply using her to tease Zhao Kai.
While He Sang was distracted, the door curtain was lifted from the inside and Liang Chihui came back.
Tong Er followed closely behind him.
He was no longer in the terrified state he was in just now, but he was ashamed and didn't dare to look He Sang in the eye.
Liang Chihui glanced at his phone.
Not a muscle moved.
He understood that He Sang did not want to report the news, but he knew that it would be futile if he could not do so.
No matter why she gave up, Liang Chihui was happy.
He sat down and asked, "Are you hungry?"
He Sang rubbed his stomach, "Do you have chicken noodle soup?"
Liang Chihui asked the lobby manager to pack a bowl of chicken noodle soup.
The manager asked if there were any dietary restrictions.
"Chopped green onions, chicken skin, pepper, garlic, ginger, and cilantro."
"Dujia, right?"
Liang Chihui said, "No."
The manager glanced at He Sang and said, "Eat chicken noodle soup without removing the chicken skin. If you don't eat this or that, you'll just have to starve."
I complained in my heart, but said respectfully on the surface, "Yes."
Tong Er stood obediently opposite.
"Your elder brother is in the Municipal Bureau." Liang Chihui turned the teacup nonchalantly, "He can't take it anymore."
"Boss Liang..." Tong Er panicked, "You must save my brother! He's working for you."
"For whom?" The man smiled faintly, with a hidden ulterior motive.
"For your father..." Tong Er changed his tone, "You protected us brothers for six years, so let's see you off to the end!"
"My father is also in the Municipal Bureau." Liang Chihui said indifferently, "Including my mother."
Tong Er was dumbfounded.
Liang Chihui's ship has experienced many storms and is as strong as a wall of iron. Even the seizure by Guanghe Group has not hurt it at all. Now that Liang Yanzhang and Yao Wenjie have both fallen, it proves that the ship has been caught in a whirlpool and is facing the end of annihilation.
"Then I..."
"You?" Liang Chihui seemed to be thinking. "Originally, I was planning to send you to Cambodia. I have a rubber factory there, and you could be a foreman there. It would be better than hiding from people."
Tong Er bowed, "Boss Liang, I'm counting on you."
"But I've changed my mind." Liang Chihui smiled intriguingly. "He Jinping and I were strangers before, so I don't care about the cause of his death. Fate is a magical thing. He raised a good daughter, captured me, and in the dark, he also buried you. You killed my father-in-law, so you must pay the price."
"Boss Liang—" Tong Er knelt down, "Your father hired me. I was paid to work for you. You can't blame me!"
He kowtowed loudly.
He was obviously afraid of Liang Chihui to the core.
"What do you want him to do?" Liang Chihui approached He Sang. "You can deal with him yourself."
He Sang clenched his fists, his tongue felt bitter, and he couldn't utter a word.
"I'll have my bodyguards take care of him, okay?" He smiled deeply. "Whichever hand he used to smash the beam, I'll chop off that hand as a tribute to your father."
"Boss Liang!" Tong Er kowtowed so hard that the marble floor vibrated.
He Sang clenched and unclenched his fists, then loosened and clenched them again. "Can't we give it to Zhao Kai?"
"He Sang." Liang Chihui reminded her, "I am your future husband. Don't you hope for my safety?"
His face was serious and stern.
The muffled sound of kowtows continued, and blood flowed down Tong Er's nose.
The snack street is adjacent to the salt lake. The air is very humid and it has been raining heavily, so the light is all wet with mist.
He Sang felt that Liang Chihui was becoming more and more profound and unfathomable.
"Ajiu."
The driver went to the kitchen at some point and came out through the curtain.
“Imprisoned in the basement of the waiter’s dormitory, beaten once a day, but not beaten to death.
The driver roughly grabbed Tong Er and dragged him back to the kitchen.
He Sang looked at the swaying cotton door curtain without saying a word. Although small, this Korean fast food restaurant has everything. It has a back door that leads directly to the alley entrance and the employees' rental houses.
If the police surrounded the area and ignored the alley, Tong Er would escape through the back door.
There should be mechanisms inside the kitchen, such as cabinets, tables and chairs, which can be opened to reveal a door when moved away.
A spicy smell blew out of the range hood's exhaust vent, and He Sang suddenly retched.
Liang Chihui stopped drinking tea.
She vomited until her eyes were red and tears welled up in her eyes. "I can't stand the smell of chili sauce..."
The man's eyes were fixed on her face for a long time, as if he wanted to chisel a hole to get a glimpse of what was going on.
Under the oppressive gaze, He Sang's palms became more and more sweaty, almost soaking his cuffs.
"Open the door and ventilate it first." Liang Chihui bent his index finger and touched her face with his knuckles, lovingly and indulgently. "You really feel uncomfortable, so you want to eat noodles in the car?"
He Sang slowly let out a sigh of relief.
He had been vomiting frequently in the past two days, and the nanny had caught him three or four times. Liang Chihui had not exposed the matter to his face, but she knew that he was suspicious.
Although he was cautious about her, he also treated her with the utmost affection. If she sneezed occasionally due to a relapse of her rhinitis, Liang Chihui would give her detailed instructions before going to work the next day. He would also care for her while taking off her clothes after get off work. He really held her in the palm of his hand and regarded her as a treasure.
She was vomiting so uncomfortably, but he ignored her, obviously he noticed something.
After eating chicken noodle soup, on the way down the mountain, the carriage was clearly silent, but it seemed as if there were countless shackles and countless horns imprisoning He Sang, torturing her and making her uneasy.
"Go to the hospital." Liang Chihui suddenly spoke.
"Chi Hui!" He Sang was horrified.
"Why?" His voice was clear and smooth, neither hurried nor slow, yet just right to block her mouth, "Don't you want to go?"
She calmed down and said, "I'm not sick."
"Maybe you're pregnant." Liang Chihui smiled, but it would have been better if he hadn't smiled, as He Sang felt numb all over.
"Professor Luo is a master of Chinese medicine gynecology. He takes pulses without any..."
"Luo Zhili came to see me alone." Liang Chihui interrupted her.
He is always emotionally stable. The three young masters of the Liang family are also taciturn, but Liang Jishen has a bad temper and is always vigorous and resolute in his work. Liang Chihui and Liang Jing are much more gentle in temper and are slow and orderly.
At this moment, Liang Chihui was still gentle, and his tone was unclear whether he was happy or angry.
"He's looking for you?" He Sang's hair stood on end with vigilance.
"Talk to me about your situation."
She scratched her hands with a slight movement, a little absent-minded, "What were we talking about..."
"There are many people who have trouble conceiving, and you are not one of them."
There was dead silence in the car.
After a long while, Liang Chihui held her hand and gently pushed it away, "It's broken."
She was stunned.
When he lowered his head, a strand of long hair fell on his ears and swept across the base of his left hand.
Liang Chihui felt a surge of heat, itchiness, and softness in his chest.
Like an exploding celestial light, it shot out from the crack, activating his dead, sealed soul of desire.
If she gets pregnant, and he agrees to let her give birth and raise the child himself, and as he gets older, he treats the child as his own, while threatening and restraining the third brother, will this also shake her feelings for him? Women are different from men. As women grow older, they become more and more attached to men's kindness and more and more accustomed to a stable life, making them more likely to fall in love.
As soon as this absurd idea popped into his mind, Liang Chihui quickly suppressed it.
He frowned and propped his forehead on his hand.
The pressure on my body kept getting lower and lower.
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