Chapter 42 You are poisoned
He Sang greeted, "Hello, Mr. Liang."
Liang Chihui responded calmly, "Is the performance over?"
"There's another one in the afternoon."
He didn't look at her again and gestured to the man next to him.
The man was Director Huang of a provincial drama theater. "I heard your mainstay is named He, and he's a big hit."
The dean laughed, "Doesn't your theater also have pillars?"
"Yes, yes... Unfortunately, she has to go abroad to get married in October, so there's no one to play the finale."
The dean understood what was going on and asked, "Dean Huang, are you here to poach people from me?"
The other party laughed. "I have no choice. Your theater has many young actresses, but my theater has no one to hold the stage except for the mainstays. If I don't poach people, I, Director Huang, will be a useless person."
"Your courtyard is lacking a leading figure, and mine is also—"
"Dean Huang is in urgent need of He Sang. You can borrow him first." Liang Chihui, who had remained silent, interrupted the dean. "He'll train new people there and send them back."
Liang Chihui had spoken, and the dean didn't dare to refuse to release him. "Then I will arrange for He Sang's transfer to another hospital as soon as possible."
"Thank you." Dean Huang thanked him and glanced at Liang Chihui.
He remained calm, straightened his coat, and strode out of the lounge, followed by Dean Huang.
"Old Huang has no right to transfer you. He and I are on the same level." The dean paced back and forth, full of confusion. "Could it be that the Liang family wants this? Doesn't Director Liang like you very much?"
He Sang thought of something and immediately chased after him.
Liang Chihui had just gotten into the car when a figure came running towards him from a distance.
"Mr. Liang—" He Sang patted the rear window, "Why did you transfer me?"
He propped his chin on his hand, his index finger tapping lightly, "Drive."
As soon as the driver started the engine, she quickly ran to the front and blocked the way with her arms outstretched.
"Mr. Liang, I can't open it..."
The man in the back seat glanced at him and said, "Trash."
The driver gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator, and the car shot out like an arrow. He tried to avoid He Sang, but the inertia was so great that he rolled her down.
After braking suddenly, the man's face changed slightly, "Stop!"
Liang Chihui hurriedly got out of the car and walked towards He Sang step by step.
"Is it because he didn't want me to stay? He got promoted, and I'm getting in his way?" He Sang looked up, demanding an answer. "Or maybe Miss Song didn't want me to stay, so he transferred me out of town."
Liang Chihui frowned. This stubborn look was very similar to the young and frivolous third brother.
As expected, people look for the same people.
Looking down, she hit her knee, and blood flowed down her calf, a sense of being destroyed and broken, the extreme crimson and porcelain white, the extreme richness and purity.
Liang Chihui's Adam's apple rolled, and he hastily looked away, "That's not the reason."
He Sang was stunned.
Indeed, I overestimated Song He.
How could she possibly ask Liang Chihui to come forward?
He Sang was a little annoyed that he was too impulsive.
She supported herself on the ground with her hands, straightened her knees, tore the skin on the surface, and fell down again with trembling calves.
Seeing this, Liang Chihui bent down. His hair was thick and dense, and it accidentally rubbed against her wrist, feeling as hard as iron wire.
Liang Yanzhang's three wives were all beautiful in their own ways, but his sons all inherited his genes. Liang Jishen also had hard black hair without a single strand of white.
There was a small, sharp stone stuck in He Sang's wound. Liang Chihui's nails were trimmed, so she could only pinch it out with her fingertips, which hurt her flesh and she groaned.
The man glanced at her and softened his tone, "Bear with it."
The driver was very considerate and took out a bottle of Wuliangye from the gift bag in the trunk. Liang Chihui washed her hands first, then poured the liquor into her palm and applied it to her wound.
It was burning hot, and the surrounding skin was crackling and foaming.
"Is it poisonous?"
Liang Chihui held her legs loosely and firmly, but he was too tall and his hands were too big, and her legs were too thin, so there was still an inch of space between his arms.
He Sang's question was ridiculous, and his answer was also ridiculous, "Yeah."
"Is it really poisonous?"
Liang Chihui simply finished the treatment and said, "Get up and try."
She stood up with her knees hunched, her bones feeling numb as if a nail had been driven into them. He Sang lunged forward and landed squarely on Liang Chihui's chest.
The man's bones were harder than steel plates, and He Sang saw stars. She half-knelt and pressed her elbow against his crotch.
Liang Chihui's expression, which had just calmed down, changed again, and he pushed He Sang away.
She almost fell down and looked at the man in confusion, "Did I hurt you too?"
"No." His voice was barely perceptible, he adjusted his belt buckle and sat back in the car.
He Sang continued to wipe the remaining wine stains, and she ignored the bulge in the fabric on her chest when she bent over, completely exposing the deep ravines.
Liang Chihui rolled the handkerchief into a ball and threw it out of the window, hitting her head accurately.
She straightened up, her cheongsam returning to its original shape, covering up a large area of her body. "Boss Liang?"
The man's face was gentle, but the lines on his face were tightly knitted together, and he said nothing.
The driver suppressed a laugh and said, "Miss He, don't catch a cold. Go back to the theater and put on more clothes."
In front of Liang Chihui's eyes was a glass half covered with fog, and the other half was her waist-length black hair.
The wind seemed to lift the ends of her hair, which occasionally stuck to the window, and the ends of her hair were stained with round and transparent little dewdrops.
Just as He Sang was about to leave, he asked in the car, "Are you dizzy?"
She shook her head. She wasn't dizzy at first, but now she felt dizzy. "Dizzy."
"That's right, you fainted." Liang Chihui raised the car window, "My wine is poisonous, you are poisoned."
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