Chapter 57: It might be swollen tomorrow
He stood up and stopped.
Girls in their early twenties have just finished puberty and have a fast metabolism, so most of them are flat and slender. Although He Sang also has the pure and lively girlish feeling, the lines of her chest, waist, hips and thighs have already revealed the curves and charm of a mature woman. She openly and frankly declares that she has experience in love.
Clear and clean sexiness, young and full, no wonder Liang Jishen, who has always been self-disciplined and abstinent, was also fascinated by her.
For men like them, keeping a girl around for more than a year is more than just a short-term desire.
It is mixed with some sincerity and emotion.
A sudden gust of wind blew the brim of the umbrella upwards. He Sang was in the wind's outlet, struggling to hold the umbrella with one hand and shielding his face with the other. He didn't pay attention to his feet and slipped into a puddle, twisting his ankle.
She fell to the side of the road, her facial features twisted in pain, and her heel broke. She subconsciously wanted to call Li Zhen, but stopped halfway.
I was already in a completely unfamiliar city, with no relatives or friends to turn to.
He Sang squatted with her knees hugged, with cold rain pouring down from above her head. The street was empty, not even a taxi was around, and she couldn't tell where she was for a moment.
In the hazy vision, a pair of black leather shoes stepped silently. Between the straight trouser legs and the shoe tongues was a piece of snow-white cotton socks. He Sang was stunned for a second and raised his head. Everything was gray in the gloomy sky. In the dense fog, the man's face went from blurry to clear. His eye sockets were very deep, and there were a few faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
The men in the Liang family all have deep eye sockets.
Three-dimensional, profound and mature.
"Mr. Liang?"
Liang Chihui held up the umbrella and smiled gently, "Are you used to it here?"
He Sang shook his head.
"Not used to it?"
She said nothing and tidied up the broken umbrella frame.
A little sad.
The man extended his hand, "Miss He, the ground is cold, get up first."
He Sang didn't put his hand on his, but only grabbed his sleeve, borrowing some strength to support him. "Why are you here? Are you on a business trip?"
"I'm here for Miss He." Liang Chihui lifted the hem of his windbreaker and politely brushed off the mud on her butt. He knew from He Sang's refusal to touch his hand that she was averse to any sexual contact, so he only touched her clothes and not her at all. "To make sure you're doing well."
"Is this what Director Liang meant?"
Liang Chihui's eyebrows were filled with smiles, "I mean."
He Sang stared at him for a while, then limped back and turned around. The man followed her slowly. She had a good memory and jumped over the puddle where she had fallen. She raised the tip of her umbrella and poked hard, her eyes red.
He stretched out his arm and covered her with an umbrella. "Have you been wronged?"
He Sang's movements of venting became slower and slower until he was exhausted. "I want to go back."
Liang Chihui frowned. The little girl looked like a delicate flower, but she was stubborn and opinionated, so she should be able to adapt. Her resentment was beyond his expectation. "Are you not doing well?"
He Sang said nothing and staggered to his feet.
"Ms. He, I have medicine in my car. Your foot must be treated as soon as possible."
She really needed Liang Chihui's help, at least he wouldn't harm her.
But Liang Jishen had a delicate relationship with him, and he owed him a favor, so it was inappropriate.
Taking this into consideration, He Sang declined his offer and walked along the curb towards the intersection, hoping to catch a taxi or bus.
After walking more than a hundred meters, a private car sped past without slowing down at all. The tires splashed mud and water all over her.
He Sang was about to collapse. Seeing this, Liang Chihui got out of the car again. He didn't hold an umbrella and braved the increasingly strong wind and rain. He could hardly open his eyes. "Miss He—" the man shouted at her from a distance, "You take my car, I'll walk back to the hotel."
The driver immediately slid forward, blocking He Sang's way. "If your leg becomes disabled, there won't be anyone to take care of you even if you go to the hospital for surgery. The Third Young Master won't dare come to see you anytime soon. The Zhonghai board of directors is picking on him for his poor work style."
She stopped and asked, "Is it a problem of work style?"
"It's normal for unmarried men and women to have some fun, but the Third Young Master's status is sensitive, and the higher-ups don't allow him to have any gossip."
Play around.
He Sang clenched his fist and said, "Who is he playing with?"
"It's the same with everyone else." The driver didn't realize he had slipped up. "Madam is now frequently entertaining wives of officials and trying to find a prominent marriage for the Third Young Master."
"Old Hu!" Liang Chihui, who was lagging behind, came up and scolded the driver to stop him.
He opened the car door, and the warm air rushed out, instantly enveloping He Sang. "Women are thin and can't stand the cold. Miss He doesn't want to ride in the same car with me, so you can sit alone."
He Sang was stunned. "What about you?"
There are no cars nearby, and a subway is being built nearby. There are construction detour warning signs everywhere, and I don’t know how long it will take to walk around.
Liang Chihui said, "I am a man."
"I know."
This time it was Liang Chihui's turn to be stunned. He laughed and said, "Men are strong, it won't be a problem if they carry it."
He Sang pursed his lips, bent down and sat down, carefully rolling up his trousers. There was a large bruise that was faintly purple.
"Mr. Liang, can you treat a fall injury?"
Liang Chihui stood by the car door and said, "I will."
He Sang gave up the seat next to him and looked at him quietly.
The man took off his coat and put it on the passenger seat, fearing that the raindrops on the coat would freeze her. He gently held He Sang's ankle and supported her calf with his knee.
Whether in the Yanjing Restaurant or in his car at this moment, Liang Chihui behaved like a gentleman and was frank, yet revealed ambiguous feelings from time to time.
Or maybe he is just that kind of a man.
passionate.
Unknowingly, he seduced women.
His examination steps were very professional. He Sang stared at him and asked, "Were you a doctor before?"
"No." Liang Chihui pressed her bones and found no dislocation. "I like extreme sports and wilderness survival. I get injured often, and I've learned some simple self-rescue skills."
"Extreme sports?" she was surprised. "Skydiving?"
The man laughed, "Yes, have you seen it?"
"I've seen you on TV. Can you skydive?"
"Our second son is from the provincial elite parachuting team," the driver interjected from the front seat. "At 27, he participated in a wilderness survival program organized by the Marine Corps. He survived in the primeval forest for eight days and nights, eating insects and drinking dew. He was bitten by a snake while sleeping in a tent at night, and there's a scar on his shoulder to this day."
He Sang was even more surprised. Liang Chihui was very thin, with an almost sickly, feminine paleness. However, he was of outstanding height, with straight brow bones and nose bones, and very sharp edges, which weakened his femininity.
His eight days and eight nights of survival in the wilderness showed his extraordinary perseverance and strong mind.
"Does it hurt?"
Liang Chihui rubbed his palms to warm them up and covered the bruise on the back of her foot. The medicated oil melted in the heat and was absorbed into the pores.
He Sang remembered his technique well, "It doesn't hurt."
He poured out some more, warmed it up, and rubbed her ankles. Perhaps it was too comfortable, her stiff back gradually relaxed, and she leaned forward unconsciously.
While Liang Chihui was applying tape to her, his eyes accidentally swept over He Sang's body. She was wearing a sports vest and a pair of light pink nipple stickers with wavy edges. The collar of her round-neck sweater was faintly visible, and her delicate pink skin was inferior to her flawless snow-white skin.
He took a deep breath, sat up straight and faced forward, then handed her the bottle. "Apply it once morning and night. It might be swollen tomorrow."
It will swell.
Liang Chihui closed his eyes tightly, inexplicably feeling that the word was very dirty and aroused his imagination.
He was silent for a moment, "You'll get fat."
He Sang was stunned. "What do you mean by getting fat?"
Liang Chihui opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "My feet are getting fatter."
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