Chapter 66 Fatal Sexy
He Sang looked at him, and the man looked at her calmly, as if it was a very ordinary routine inquiry.
Ever since Liang Chihui and Master Chen had that fight, rumors started to spread in the theater, saying that He Sang was his mistress and that he was the backstage agent.
He Sang was worried that Liang Jishen would misunderstand and get angry, so he tried to hide it.
But she also knew it and couldn't hide it from him.
"Mr. Liang has been here."
"What are you doing here?"
“I don’t know.”
The man didn't ask any more questions, "I'll take you to the western suburbs at noon."
He Sang was stunned. "I have a performance today."
"Director Gu has asked for leave for you. It's just a supporting role, so it doesn't matter whether you act in it or not."
In her old employer, she was very career-oriented, but in her new employer, every day is like going through a tribulation.
Intrigue, jealousy and squeeze.
He Sang was not adapted to this environment and became less ambitious.
......
There is a piece of land that has been abandoned for a long time in the western suburbs. In 2008, a Chinese overseas in France bought the land with a radius of five kilometers and the forest garden behind the mountain and built the Wang Family Courtyard.
It quickly became the most famous Chinese-style luxury house in the province.
The overseas Chinese died three years ago. His friend bought this land and converted it into a horse farm. It is said that he invested 1 billion yuan. The dignitaries and second-generation rich people in Beijing have been raising horses and leopards here. The more precious and rare the breed, the more it symbolizes status.
Liang Jishen also raised an imported foal, which was only three months old, and the cost of feed and care was sky-high.
The foal had an exceptionally beautiful figure. He Sang held the brush and tentatively approached it. It kicked its hooves and groaned, frightening her so much that she threw herself into Liang Jishen's arms, "It's going to kick—"
A man's muffled laughter echoed overhead. "The one who kicked the kid is a donkey."
He Sang shook his head.
"I'll accompany you?"
She then squatted down again, and Liang Jishen also squatted beside her, holding her hand patiently, combing the horse's hair from the horse's back to the tail. The maroon horse mane became smoother and smoother with each brushing, and it shone brightly, like the finest ink.
"What breed is it?"
"A cross between a Thoroughbred and a Taco."
He Sang's eyes curved with joy. "Is it a mixed-breed horse?"
The man laughed, "Almost."
"No wonder she's so beautiful."
She patted the horse's head gently, and the foal crouched down, clinging to her and burrowing under her armpits. He Sang tried to avoid it, but it only got more excited. "Is it a male or a female?"
"A male, over a year old."
Liang Jishen gave her a bag of honey grass fruit and said, "You can feed it."
She poured one into her palm and fed it to the foal. The foal ate the grass fruit and licked He Sang's palm with its tongue. The rough and bumpy coating of the tongue made her itchy. She pulled back and grabbed Liang Jishen's hand, insisting that he feel it too. The man was a mysophobia and refused to give in. "It didn't brush its teeth."
He Sang was surprised, "It also brushes its teeth?"
"Not only does he brush his teeth, but on rainy days, he washes his hooves and takes a bath outside the stable." The horse trainer held a whip and a set of riding clothes. "Miss He, would you like to try it?"
She bit her lip. "Can it carry me?"
"It can't carry anything; it's too small. Mr. Liang also bought its mother. She's a genuine Italian eight-brimmed thoroughbred horse, specially supplied to European royal performances."
Liang Jishen pinched her cheek and asked, "Ride around?"
He Sang instinctively stepped back. She was scared and had a psychological trauma from the bumpy ride at the Beijing Daxing Racecourse. She almost fell off the horse that time. Fortunately, Liang Jishen was quick to catch her, otherwise she would probably have been disfigured.
"What if I fall again?"
Liang Jishen actually hasn't forgotten that incident. He is still frightened. If he had been a step later, He Sang would have been caught under the horse's hooves and would have been either dead or disabled.
Although she was afraid, she also liked it. When I told her that I had a foal, her pupils were shining with excitement.
"Want to ride?"
He Sang glanced at the stable not far away. An adult mare was tied to a stone pier with a copper bell hanging around its neck. When the wind blew, the bell made a crisp sound.
She nodded greedily, "I want to."
Liang Jishen rubbed her head and asked, "Would you like to ride with me?"
"want."
The man put his arm around her shoulders and went to the men's and women's changing rooms to change into riding clothes.
He Sang has a bit of a temper sometimes, but compared to the girls who act like spoiled brats, he is not spoiled; compared to the honest girls, he is indeed stubborn.
But she was young, Liang Jishen was eight years older than her, and she just treated her harmless temper as sex fun.
Especially when she was obedient and dependent and made requests, he was more willing to give in to her and pamper her.
There is no man who doesn't pamper his children.
He Sang was unfamiliar with the attire and was slow to put it on, so Liang Jishen was waiting for her, sitting astride the saddle.
She walked out of the dressing room and was stunned by the man's charm.
His riding suit was dark blue, similar to the European cavalry's suit, with knee and arm guards made of silver-white armor, straight and straight, majestic and heroic.
Liang Jishen grabbed her hand and pulled, and He Sang got on the horse easily. He held her tightly, but accidentally touched the puddle of water on her waist.
"Wet again?" He whispered in He Sang's ear, teasing and amused, "Are you so sensitive after coming here? Can you get wet just by looking at me?"
“It’s water!”
"I know it's water."
"I drank mineral water in the locker room—" She nudged the man with her elbow.
He smiled and asked, "Where's the water?"
"I drank half the bottle, spilled half, and threw it in the trash."
Liang Jishen looked at her calmly, "Being sensitive to me is perfectly legitimate and not a bad thing. Why wouldn't you admit it?"
He Sang's eyes were red, and he was about to jump off the horse, "I didn't—"
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Liang Jishen hugged her back and kissed the corner of her lips, "You're already grown up, and you're still crying."
In matters of love, He Sang was the one who taught her everything. What love meant, what it meant to worry about gains and losses, what it meant to feel pleasure, all came from him. Even if they were honest with each other, she always felt ashamed.
So when he teased her too much, she got annoyed.
Liang Jishen whipped the horse and the thoroughbred horse galloped away at full speed.
He Sang leaned against him tightly, the man's arm muscles bulged, layered like a small hill. All his strength was concentrated on controlling the horse, which rose and fell rhythmically, but not dangerously.
Liang Jishen's horsemanship has improved again. A year ago in Daxing, his horse-riding ability was only six or seven points, but now it is eight or nine points.
She turned her head, "Liang Jishen!"
The man looked ahead, and only when he reached the flat slope did he find time to move his gaze to her face. "What's wrong?"
He Sang didn't know what to say, but just called his name impulsively.
The way he gallops on horseback is deadly sexy.
When they were halfway up the mountain and about to turn the corner, a Ferghana horse suddenly rushed out of the jungle without warning. It was so fast that they couldn't even see whether the rider was a man or a woman. Liang Jishen's purebred horse was frightened and swung its tail wildly. He pulled the reins suddenly and the mare's head was raised high. He immediately hugged He Sang to prevent her from falling off the horse. The running horse's hooves suddenly braked, and the huge inertia knocked him backward, and his back hit the saddle hard. It took a long time for him to keep his balance.
The opponent's horse was also reined in in time.
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