Chapter 72 Someone Died
"Is it familiar?"
She still didn't change her words, "Not familiar."
Whenever Liang Jishen interrogated someone, his expression was focused and serious. His previous job was to investigate, prosecute, interrogate and review cases. He had perfected that aura. The more serious he was, the more he controlled the situation and the more charming he became.
As soon as Cheng Xun walked in and saw this scene, he cleared his throat and took a step back.
He Sang hurriedly straightened his shirt and lay flat on the bed.
He then walked in and handed Liang Jishen a packaging bag, "Mr. Liang, the weather is getting warmer, so don't wear your coat anymore."
Liang Jishen stared at He Sang, who was not making any noise but was making him feel awkward, and nodded in restraint.
"Mrs. Qiu learned that Miss He was in the hospital and wanted to come over."
"Did you see it?" The man with thick eyebrows and deep eyes looked into her eyes, as if he could penetrate her.
He Sang and Mrs. Qiu had only met once. The hospital was not an auspicious place, so Mrs. Qiu was probably being polite just to save Liang Jishen's face.
She shook her head.
Liang Jishen couldn't care less about these things now. He was extremely worried. "She will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. If Mrs. Qiu is interested, please go to the apartment to visit her."
He stayed here for four days and three nights, delaying official business in Hebei Province. The groundbreaking ceremony for Metro Line 7 had to be postponed due to his absence.
The Zhonghai Committee also jointly complained to the Provincial General Office, accusing him of indulging in his children's love affairs and that all the missed calls yesterday were from the provincial government.
He leaned against the sofa, pressing hard between his eyebrows. His body was connected to the operation of the entire group. He wanted to avoid the quiet, but he could not avoid it for the fifteenth day.
The first secretary of the province's top figure received a call from Liang Jishen and rushed to the office in a hurry.
"Teacher Zhang, it's Deputy Secretary Liang calling."
The man stood up suddenly and signaled his secretary to close the door. Liang Jishen spoke first, "I understand the situation in Zhonghai. I can't go back for the time being."
"Can't come back?" The man paced around the office angrily. "Ji Shen, don't be so ridiculous! Zhonghai's committee, board of directors, and senior executives have all taken turns coming to my office to complain about Subway Line 7, the green belts in the urban villages, and the flood discharge reservoir—"
The man huffed and puffed. "How can your subordinates allocate funds and start work on these projects if you don't approve them?"
Liang Jishen stood by the skylight in the hospital corridor, one hand on his waist and his phone in his right hand. Under the night sky, the lights were dim, and his face was projected on the glass. "Cheng Xun sent the documents to another province, and I finished reviewing them overnight."
"I order you to return tomorrow morning!"
"She had surgery."
There was silence on the other end for a moment. "Did someone die?"
"No." Liang Jishen said impatiently, "A foot injury."
Two years ago on New Year's Day, various government agencies organized a grand party with performances choreographed by the provincial theater and song and dance troupe. The man had also seen He Sang. He had delicate features. The popular term nowadays was "a face full of collagen." His baby fat hid faint dimples, his eyes were clear and lively, and his slender figure could be broken in half by a slightly stronger gust of wind. He could not withstand the surgery and needed at least a week to recuperate.
That time, the man wanted to introduce her to a young grassroots cadre, but after careful consideration, he gave up.
After all, he is an actor, and he is too flamboyant. The agency is more averse to this kind of combination.
The man never expected that Liang Jishen, whose identity was even more taboo and special, would have an evil relationship with this girl.
He sighed, "Please ask for leave for yourself and the Group Committee."
"Please say hello for me." Liang Jishen said with a smile, "I'm too lazy to deal with them."
"You are—" The man didn't finish his sentence and hung up.
Liang Jishen returned to the ward and tore open the packaging bag of the clothes. Inside was a thin light gray cashmere sweater.
Due to the nature of his job, he likes darker solid colors, neat uniform styles, and collars and belts tied neatly, unlike Liang Chihui who likes bright colors and niche styles so that he won't be seen wearing the same clothes as others in the crowd.
He wears what most men would wear, but no man can wear it in his style.
Liang Jishen stood in front of the window, his fingertips fluently unbuttoning his shirt, casually draping it on the sofa, spreading the collar of his cashmere sweater and pulling it over his head. The muscles in the triangle where his back and arms meet were very nice, tightly bulging, with slight sweat stains under his armpits, revealing an indescribable, mature masculine outline.
"Is the company looking for you?"
He Sang turned over and faced him.
He said "hmm" lightly.
"You go back."
"Next week." The man turned around. "You want me to go back?"
He Sang said nothing.
He walked back to the bedside, "Then I'll go back."
The ward was very quiet, with only the sound of an IV dripping out every second.
Liang Jishen brushed his middle finger across her forehead and chuckled, "Pretending to be dumb, you're jealous inside."
He Sang stayed in the hospital for three days. He had a check-up at noon and asked to be discharged.
The apartment has been cleaned and can be moved in at any time. Since she has difficulty moving around, Liang Jishen packed the luggage himself. Originally, Cheng Xun wanted to do it for her, but he disagreed.
He Sang has a lot of underwear, and Cheng Xun is unmarried, so he is very possessive in this regard and does not allow other men to touch it at all.
Liang Jishen pulled out a silk pajamas and asked, "Do you want it?"
This piece was bought in a shopping mall near Central Avenue when I accompanied him on a business trip to Northeast China during National Day last year. He Sang asked him if it was beautiful, and he answered yes. She then asked whether he was beautiful himself or the piece of clothing, but he didn't say anything.
He actually has the style of asexual old cadre.
With him, you can hardly experience sweet talk and love.
Unless she lost control at night and acted too harshly, Liang Jishen would be very gentle and indulgent towards her during the day and make up for it a little.
"want."
He folded them neatly and sorted them into the compartments of his suitcase.
Liang Jishen felt that some of the out-of-season winter clothes were cumbersome, so he threw them all away and said, "Buy new ones."
He Sang stopped him, "It will cost a lot of money——"
"When have I ever been stingy when I spend money on you?"
Liang Jishen is generous. Even the rich lady Li Zhen is envious of a man who is so generous to women.
He threw away what should be thrown away and what should not be thrown away. Out of four large boxes of luggage, he only kept one and a half.
He Sang disliked the smell of disinfectant on his body, so he insisted on taking a bath at night, with one leg hanging outside the bathtub and leaning against the wall.
Liang Jishen was handling official business in the reception room. After hearing no sound for half an hour, he walked to the bathroom door and turned the handrail, but it was not locked.
"Not feeling well?" He knocked on the door.
"No... I'm rubbing my back." Her tone was short and awkward, and she seemed to be bending her arms and rubbing her back with difficulty.
"Do you need me?"
"unnecessary."
Liang Jishen turned around and walked two meters away, then returned and pushed open the door.
He Sang sat in the bathtub with her back to him, her hands covering her chest, exposing a large area of her flawless back to the air.
"I said no need—" She was so anxious that she splashed water.
The man rolled up his robe sleeves and explained calmly, "I heard wrongly."
Even though they had done it so many times, they basically did it with the lights off, their breaths intertwined in the darkness, blending seamlessly. Occasionally he "forced" her to turn on the lights, but it was always dim, hazy and beautiful, but lacking impact.
That wild fight in the restaurant's dressing room happened to be in the evening, and the view was hazy. He was so preoccupied with her thoughts, and she was so excited that she didn't have time to appreciate it. At this moment, He Sang had been the most thorough and clear-eyed in their more than a year together.
There was a small red mole on the left side of her waist. He often kissed her back during foreplay, but he had never kissed there and had not noticed it.
Liang Jishen turned on the light in front of the mirror, and the huge bathroom became brighter.
He Sang's skin is considered to be very fair among women.
Like solidified milk, it is delicate, rich and extremely tempting.
He melted the shower gel in his palm, applied it on the towel, and rubbed her body back and forth.
It was too bright around, so bright that He Sang felt uncomfortable. The man moved slowly, and it took him a long time to rub a piece of flesh. In the process of rinsing it with clean water, his hand stopped at her buttock groove, rubbing it until her bones became soft.
He Sang couldn't help but ask, "Are you done rubbing?"
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