Chapter 58 Are You Hot
"What do you usually wear in the theater?" he suddenly asked without any context.
He Sang said, "Wear costumes."
"Be careful." Liang Chihui pursed her lips and looked ahead, "It's easy to expose yourself."
She was startled and subconsciously covered her chest with her sweater. Thinking of the scene of her leaning over when he applied the medicine, He Sang couldn't help but blush, "I remember it."
The man hummed, "Where do you live?"
"Lishui Mansion."
The driver turned around and took the shortcut via the Jingji Expressway, arriving in half an hour.
After turning off the engine, the driver went outside to smoke.
Liang Chihui had no intention of getting out of the car, nor did he have any intention of driving away.
"Mr. Liang?"
He closed his eyes, "Are we there yet?"
"arrive."
"What time is it?"
He Sang leaned closer and tilted his head to look at his watch. "Eight o'clock...nine forty."
Liang Chihui suddenly opened his eyes, and his breath mingled with his, burning He Sang's ears. "We were delayed for quite a long time on the road."
She jumped in surprise and leaned back slightly. "There's road construction, water is accumulating, and the wind is strong, so the driver is driving slowly."
The man stroked his watch strap and asked, "Which floor do you live on?"
"Seventh floor."
Liang Chihui raised his eyelids slightly and looked towards the hotel. "Did the third brother book it?"
She nodded.
Silence returned to the car.
He Sang didn't know whether to get off the car or not. She cleared her throat and said, "Mr. Liang, do you want to go upstairs and sit for a while?"
"Okay."
The man agreed readily.
She was stunned for a second, and Liang Chihui took a long step, pushed the door open and went down.
He Sang came to his senses and followed him to the door of the room. He swiped his card to let Liang Chihui in first.
The suite consists of one bedroom, one bathroom, a living room, an open U-shaped kitchen, and the bedroom and living room are connected. The large bed is separated by a frosted door. Due to the lack of privacy, Liang Chihui was very gentlemanly and did not look around.
He was about to enter the reception room when He Sang noticed something, his expression changed, and he stopped him, "Boss Liang!"
Liang Chihui stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Wait a moment."
She jumped onto the big bed and stuffed her underwear into the quilt, forming a bulge. Although Liang Chihui was standing at the door, he could see it clearly.
Peach pink nightgown, off-white lace eye mask, purple headband...
He Sang likes light colors.
It really suits her. Her skin is as white and smooth as jade. The lighter it is, the more delicate it is, and the more tender and pure it is.
"Mr. Liang—" She leaned over, "Find a place to sit."
Liang Chihui looked around. The little girl was clean and pretty, and her living place...it was hard to describe.
Costumes were piled up on the sofa, and the dining table was covered with leftovers, half a tomato, a box of cucumbers, leftover skim milk, and a thick stack of scripts.
He was very hardworking when sketching out the lines.
He opened the food bag in the corner. Inside was instant coffee and whole wheat toast. He frowned, "Is this all you eat?"
"I'm trying to lose weight. The theater here is stricter than my previous theater. Even a little extra weight will be criticized." He Sang tidied up the sofa and dusted the cushions. "You can sit down now."
"Thank you for your hard work." Liang Chihui laughed teasingly, "Going to work tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is my first scene."
"You haven't been on stage yet?"
He Sang acted like a seasoned workplace shrew. "I need to adapt to the environment first, get to know my colleagues, and figure out who I shouldn't offend and who I can easily offend..."
The smile in the man's eyes could no longer be hidden, "What are you talking about?"
"I didn't cause any trouble—" she explained, "but I don't cause any trouble, people cause any trouble for me."
"Who offended you?"
He Sang took a deep breath and didn't tell him. It was just an ordinary relationship that had nothing to do with him. Even if he told him, he would have no reason to stand up for himself. "No one."
Liang Chihui unbuttoned his suit, leaving his chest half open. His clothes did not smell of cigarettes or laundry detergent, only of a faint, unidentified masculine scent and the smell of sweat mixed with the perfume.
"Are you sweating?" She felt that Liang Chihui was a very strange man, a man who was unreasonable in every way. "It's so cold, are you hot?"
He answered irrelevantly, "Give me a glass of cold water."
He Sang gave him a bottle of mineral water, and Liang Chihui drank it in one breath. He drank it so fast that sporadic traces of water flowed down the corners of his lips, flowed over his rolling Adam's apple, and hung there trembling.
The man unbuttoned his shirt again, exposing his collarbone. "It's still a little hot."
He felt hot all the way from the car to the hotel.
The leather seats, the armrests, and even the air in the car were filled with the sweet fragrance of a young girl.
It cannot be avoided and cannot be eliminated.
He had just bought this Bentley during the Spring Festival and had never carried a woman in it. Liang Chihui was very sensitive to smells and was picky. He didn't like women with strong body odors.
Her fragrance is light and sweet.
He Sang went out to turn off the air conditioner. A hard, angular object hit Liang Chihui's tailbone, causing pain. He turned his head and took away the pillow. The charger was stuck in the gap of the sofa, and was tied with two transparent bra straps.
She must have forgotten.
Liang Chihui found it really interesting. All the girls he met in his life were glamorous and exquisite, with their stockings not stained with a speck of dust. They were beautiful, but like mannequins, he would feel tired after just three or five days of getting along with them.
There are very few people who are as genuine and comfortable as He Sang.
Liang Chihui also booked a room in the same hotel that night. The floor-to-ceiling windows faced the Swan Lake on the first floor. The lake was frozen, and the Hui-style octagonal palace lanterns emitted a very dim light, lingering in the night.
In order to hide his beauty in a luxurious house, the third brother probably searched all the hotels in the city and carefully selected this secret and romantic place.
......
Early the next morning, Liang Chihui was waiting for He Sang in the buffet restaurant.
She didn't show up until the meal was almost over, then she took the elevator down.
Wearing double braids, a pea green knitted top and pure white cropped pants, she looks as fresh as the spring breeze.
Liang Chihui hung up her call and waved.
She came over and said, "Mr. Liang got up early."
"I didn't sleep all night and I'm used to my bed."
"I'm also particular about my bed." He Sang had found a kindred spirit. "Mr. Liang isn't. Every time he finishes a business trip, he can fall asleep anywhere. But he's a light sleeper, so even the slightest movement of my body will wake him up."
Liang Chihui looked at her. This girl was much better than Song He. She was devoted and sensible. She talked about the man she liked every other sentence. Even if someone approached her with bad intentions, she would pretend to be stupid and not embarrass the other person.
For men like them who have seen all kinds of hypocrisy and have been treated as long-term meal tickets by women, girls who are sincere and not scheming are quite to their liking.
Liang Chihui suddenly understood why the third brother would rather risk the whole world's condemnation than not want her.
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