Chapter 49 It's Not What You Think
He Sang didn't move, facing the light from the roadside, "Zhou Chen was demoted to the Municipal Drama Theater. It was you who did it."
The smile on Liang Jishen's face faded a little until it disappeared completely.
"You're transferring me away so I can turn a blind eye? My presence threatens your reputation and future."
"The Liang family let me go, and you felt at ease, so you wore a diamond ring on your middle finger to publicly admit that Miss Song was your woman. If the Liang family hadn't let me go, you would have hidden Miss Song."
A series of questions were asked, making Liang Jishen's forehead veins bulge with anger. "Are you done?"
He gritted his teeth and asked, "How long have you endured it?"
"A long time."
The man laughed, gloomily, "Don't you feel wronged for enduring for so long?"
"Ms. He, you wronged Liang..."
Liang Jishen shot a look at him and Cheng Xun shut up.
"I was the one who demoted Zhou Chen, and I wasn't the one who transferred you."
He Sang seemed calm at first glance, but there was a vortex beneath the calmness. She was waiting for the most important answer.
"As for the third question, it's not what you think."
Liang Jishen rolled up the car window and told Cheng Xun, "Go back to Zhonghai."
The lights on the long street were all on. Through the glass, the man's gray profile was tense. He Sang stood there, and the car slowly condensed into a small black dot.
This time, it seemed like it was completely over.
All the knots in the heart accumulate to a certain limit, and the moment they explode is destructive.
She and Liang Jishen tacitly agreed to stop contacting each other.
The director who was parachuted into the theater made three big moves upon taking office. After the great success of the performance, he organized an internal team building. More than 370 actors, stage workers, screenwriters and lighting technicians booked 35 audio-visual boxes in the Yanjing Restaurant for karaoke.
He Sang was exhausted from climbing the mountain during the day, and he had no energy to work at night, so he dozed off in a corner of the sofa.
Her male colleague's loud voice kept her awake, so she went to the bathroom, took off her sweaty underwear, and threw it into the trash can. Just as she was about to return to the box, Liang Chihui happened to walk out of the men's restroom.
In the mirror in front of the pool is He Sang's swaying back, with a low ponytail, black hair, and no hair accessories. She likes pearl earrings very much, which make her neck look slender and delicate, her skin as white as snow, retro and beautiful.
Liang Chihui remembered that He Sang's curly hair and cheongsam style were truly stunning. Whenever she appeared on stage, she would always be stunning. Her hair was like the smoothest and most lustrous silk, very charming.
"Ms. He."
He Sang turned his head.
"Come here with the third brother for socializing?"
She was surprised. "My colleagues and I came here to sing. Where's Mr. Liang?"
"I'm in A01." Liang Chihui blew his hands under the dryer. "Is it on the way?"
a01 is a chess and card room where many wealthy people go for entertainment. Liang Jishen and Liang Yanzhang also came here to play. Liang Yanzhang became addicted and played for half a month in a row, losing the money for a house.
He Sang said, "I'm in a09."
Liang Chihui's exact height was about 187cm, and he had a long stride. He deliberately slowed down to accommodate He Sang, "What song can you sing?"
"It's from Fish Leong."
He chuckled, "Where's Jacky Cheung?"
"I can sing 'Kiss Goodbye'."
Liang Chihui hummed, "I sing his songs too."
Just as we arrived at the door of A09, the girl who was acting as a stand-in requested a duet of a love song, calling out to He Sang everywhere. When He Sang pushed the door open, the girl discovered that the man next to her was Liang Chihui, and she became even more excited, "Will Mr. Liang sing Zhang Xinzhe's songs?"
Liang Chihui pondered for a second, "Not much."
The girl handed him the microphone and asked, "Can you sing 'A Little Touched'?"
He Sang was distracted and found an extra microphone in her hand. The countdown for the prelude on the screen began. She wanted to return the microphone to the girl, but Liang Chihui pulled her back and put his lips close to hers, "Don't spoil your colleague's fun."
She was stunned. "Can you sing?"
"Give it a try."
“I don’t know this one.”
His breath was audible close to my lips, but within the right amount of distance, "I'll lead you in singing."
Liang Chihui's voice has a sense of story, which is very suitable for love songs. It is nostalgic, concentrated, melancholic, and surprisingly beautiful.
Before this, He Sang had never sung with a man. Liang Jishen was a tough, old-fashioned man who liked fencing, horse racing, and fighting. He had no interest in romance, and she rarely met other men alone.
As a result, Liang Chihui's deep and deep voice overflowed into her ears, guiding her slowly and steadily, affecting her emotions, and He Sang's palms were full of sweat.
The little girl knelt on the sofa, chose the right angle, and took photos frantically.
She couldn't help but sigh that Liang Chihui was a photogenic man and He Sang was also a photogenic woman. They looked very well matched in the same shot.
After He Sang finished singing a song in a daze, Liang Chihui calmly put down the microphone and glanced at her, "You guys have fun."
That look, full of deep meaning, seemed to want to say something but was hesitant.
He Sang followed him out. Liang Chihui didn't look back and kept walking forward. When he reached A01, he stopped and said, "He Sang."
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