Chapter 55: So annoying
Delicate and lovely.
He felt a surge of heat in his heart, loosened his tie, took a big step forward, lifted He Sang up without any restraint, pressed his strong back against the wall, and raised his head to kiss her fiercely.
Liang Jishen's cruelty is madness, barbarity, and a scorching magnet that makes people give up on escaping, but there is no way to escape.
"Why are you so annoying?" The man panted and touched her hips. "Go back to the house."
"I won't send you off..."
"Don't send me off." He Sang unconsciously pressed against his lower abdomen, causing him to breathe even harder. "If you continue to send me off, I won't be able to leave today."
She grabbed the man's neck and said, "You can't break your promise to me."
Liang Jishen lifted her chin and looked at her carefully. He was confused for a moment and asked, "What did I promise you?"
He Sang jumped down and asked, "You promised me that in bed, and you forgot it as soon as you got out of bed?"
The smile in his eyes deepened, "I haven't forgotten."
He Sang held out her little finger. He really liked her childishness. He hooked it, then held her little finger and kissed it on the corner of his lips, not letting go for a long time. "I'll come to see you after I arrange my work."
She looked at the man. His forehead was wet, and the sweat made him look more manly and masculine. The public light in the corridor was orange-white, lighter than his wheat-colored skin, but blended in beautifully.
He Sang wasn't the type of love-brained person who overly relied on men or relationships. She recalled the seventh day after He Jinping's death, when her mother couldn't wait to bring Huang Yong home. He slept in He Jinping's bed and wore his clothes, and her mother was willing to serve him and support him. He Jinping treated her mother well, but she didn't appreciate it. But when Huang Yong treated her mother better, her mother felt that she had found the right man and that the first love she had lost and regained was truly beautiful.
He Sang hated her and didn't understand her.
It was not until she met Liang Jishen that He Sang gradually understood how special the first man meant to a woman.
Maybe Liang Jishen is too perfect.
It was so perfect that her desire was ignited like a flame under his lips and tongue.
He Sang retracted his hand and said, "Go away."
Liang Jishen had indeed delayed for too long. The old stubborn people in the Zhonghai Committee, whose lowest title was department level, had been accustomed to it for decades and spoke with authority. Every time he made a mistake in his speech at the executive meeting, he would be denounced from all sides. Although Liang Jishen was in a higher position than them, he was still a junior and had to save face.
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Liang Jishen hurried back to Zhonghai in the evening, and Cheng Xun had just arrived by car.
"Why did you take the high-speed train? I'll pick you up at the highway intersection."
"The high-speed rail is faster." He glanced at the parking lot. Only his space was empty; everyone else had arrived. "Is it delayed?"
Cheng Xun nodded, "It was delayed for forty minutes."
He looked at his watch again. It was half past five. He finally managed to catch up.
"Take some time to go there and buy a house near the theater. Also, get a car suitable for a woman. Don't buy something too flashy in color, like reddish-brown or white."
Liang Jishen entered the office and headed straight for the dressing room. He chose an iron-gray business suit and a crystal-blue tie with a subtle pattern. Cheng Xun squatted down to adjust his trousers. "Madam is urging you to return to the old house again. You have to go back no matter what. You didn't show up for Yao Wenji's welcoming banquet on Saturday. Director Liang is very dissatisfied. The second young master has been living in the old house for a week."
The man paused while tying his bow tie, his eyes fierce. "Since he's back, I just want to see him."
Coming out of the general manager's office, Liang Jishen walked into the conference hall. All the committee members and senior executives were seated there, their eyes fixed on him.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting. I have something urgent to do." Liang Jishen sat down, his eyes flickered, and the atmosphere seemed not right.
"Is Deputy Secretary Liang back from another province?"
Cheng Xun was startled, and the pen he was using to take notes fell to the floor. He leaned over to pick it up and whispered in her ear, "I didn't reveal your whereabouts."
Liang Jishen closed the folder and said, "I'm back from another province."
“China Overseas doesn’t seem to have any projects in other provinces.”
"I'm on a personal note." He said calmly.
"Zhonghai is a provincially regulated enterprise, and the words and actions of its leaders are of great importance."
He laughed. "I don't think I broke any rules."
"From what we know, you went to another province to accompany a drama actor, and you have another woman in South Bay. Although you are nominally unmarried, such a complicated private life is a potential crisis for Zhonghai."
Liang Ji narrowed his eyes and stared at the man, "You know me very well."
He moved his chair and stood up, moving behind the man. "I will handle my own personal issues properly and give the board of directors a satisfactory explanation. However, there is a traitor in Zhonghai now, and I will also investigate thoroughly."
After saying that, Liang Jishen returned to his seat and each department began to report on their work. The meeting lasted for three and a half hours, and the whole city was already in darkness.
After the meeting, he was the first to leave the conference room. Cheng Xun was so nervous that he was sweating all over. The man's aura was too strong and his steps were brisk. He was obviously angry.
Over the years, he has been angry only a few times.
"Prepare the car."
On the way back to the old house that night, Song He called. She called four or five times in a row, but Liang Jishen hung up all the time.
Cheng Xun noticed, "The board of directors is currently holding on to Miss He and Miss Song. What are your plans..."
The man turned his phone repeatedly, the screen flickering, making his face dim and unclear.
He didn't say anything, and Cheng Xun didn't ask any more questions.
There are two rows of big red lanterns in the yard of the old house. They are hung for the Lantern Festival. The red candlelight is bright and festive.
Liang Jishen wiped the dust off the soles of his leather shoes on the steps and pushed the door into the living room.
The servant smiled and handed over a cup of scented tea and a hot towel for washing hands. "Director Liang is in the study, and Madam is getting a beauty treatment. Shall I ask them to come downstairs?"
"No need." He took the towel, "Where's my second brother?"
"The second young master had a blue-feathered imperial eagle flown in from New Zealand. I heard it cost over a million dollars. He loves it so much that he even went out to walk it himself."
What a lot of free time.
He sat on the sofa, drinking tea and waiting.
Liang Chihui took the eagle for a long time before returning slowly. The eagle was tied to his arm, its blue-brown feathers fluttering majestically. It was about the same size as a medium-sized wolfhound, and it was indeed the eagle king.
The wealthy children of this circle had a hobby of playing, playing with birds, raising foals, and even adopting white tigers and lions from the gardens. Anyone who didn't own one or two second-class protected animals was unworthy of their prominent status. However, Liang Chihui's hobby was different: he raised rare birds.
War eagles, Steller's sea eagles, and golden eagles are airlifted from all over the world. Beneath their gentle jade-like appearance lies a cold-blooded and warlike heart.
He glanced at Liang Jishen on the sofa and said, "Third brother, you finally know how to go home."
Liang Chihui's camel-colored windbreaker brought a bit of the trendiness of this season, and under the transparent white light, it seemed to be covered with a layer of water.
He asked the nanny, "Where is mother?"
The nanny changed Liang Chihui's slippers and said, "Mrs. Yao has gone to bed."
Yao Wenjie was Liang Yanzhang's ex-wife. Although she had no official status in the Liang family now, she was once his wife after all. It was inappropriate to call her by her name, so the nanny driver simply called her Mrs. Yao by her surname.
Liang Chihui was also about to go upstairs when Liang Jishen suddenly called his name.
He stopped and turned sideways.
"Stop interfering in matters that shouldn't be yours. Mind your own business and don't mess with me again."
The tone was deadly cold.
Liang Chihui calmly put the eagle back into the cage and said, "Third brother, you misunderstood me."
"Yanjing Restaurant belongs to Zhou Kun."
No matter who Zhou Kun is trying to fool, he can never fool him.
The two of them grew up together in a military compound. Liang Jishen didn't trust many people, and Zhou Kun was one of them.
He got up from the sofa and walked to Liang Chihui. "I will settle this account with you about the Zhou family sooner or later. Liang Chihui, I know who you are, and you know it even better. Stay away from her."
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