Chapter 91 I'm Not Unsatisfied with Her
She stared at the man from the window beside her. The light was too dim, and He Sang could not tell whether he was being true or false at the moment. She turned her head with difficulty and fell into his gaze. The surging vortex contained a huge suction force, attracting her to fall down, down.
Her mind was completely muddled, she was in a trance, "Won't having an illegitimate child affect your future..."
"My child won't be illegitimate. There's nothing that can affect it." Liang Jishen's chest was burning like fire, pressing against her back. His voice was hoarse, so hoarse that He Sang could hear it clearly, but it seemed as if she didn't. "Give the child a legitimate mother. The child's origin is legitimate. No one can do anything to me."
With a "boom", He Sang froze. In the chaotic blank, she wanted to ask something, but her throat seemed to be tightly clamped by an iron clamp, and she couldn't make a sound.
Li Zhen said that when a man is addicted to lovemaking, nine out of ten words he says are lies. He is crazy about a woman, addicted, and feels great. He will say whatever the woman likes to hear, as long as he continues to feel good. At that moment, he will give her his life even if she wants it.
A smart woman just laughs it off and doesn't take it seriously.
But he is Liang Jishen.
He is majestic, powerful, and has a will of steel.
It is definitely not Liang Jishen's way to deceive someone with sweet words, then refuse to admit it and let the woman bear the consequences.
He wanted her to stay with him if she got pregnant, not just a pretext he made up for the sake of pursuing unprotected pleasure. If she really got pregnant, he would definitely take responsibility.
He Sang's straight body collapsed a little, "Then Miss Song..."
"You're different from her."
Liang Jishen leaned down and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and finally stopped at her lips and tongue. He twisted her, and the power of the kiss almost penetrated her heart and lungs. He Sang was suffocated to the point of blacking out, and she could only hold him tightly and stick to him, under his dominance.
"I'm not dissatisfied with her."
Liang Jishen originally thought that desire would decrease day by day.
Zhou Kun was so obsessed with Dabolang that he was desperate to stick to her 24 hours a day. Even though he knew it was fruitless and that he was destined to marry the director's only daughter to help the Zhou family arrange a marriage, he still fell in love with Dabolang.
She was just chatting with her friends for fun. On the day of separation, the way out was paved for her and the man to take over was also chosen.
It is mixed with love and tenderness, and you can never get tired of it.
No matter what He Sang is like, he always makes him feel soft-hearted.
Her eyes were now misty. "Besides being unsatisfied?"
Liang Jishen raised his head, "Anything else?"
That’s right, most of a man’s emotions are reflected in his obsession with carnal desires.
If carnal desires are gone, how can there be much affection?
The entanglement leads to love and fanaticism.
He Sang was in extreme confusion and thirst, and buried himself in his arms, his heart beating as fiercely as a drum.
If Liang Jishen had agreed earlier, she would have been so happy. But after just a few days, she was no longer happy.
She fell into a state of torn and tortured mind, floating up and down.
Doesn’t Liang Jishen love power?
Don’t you love money?
He loves.
Now he has both power and money. The most hypocritical and human-changing things in the world are in his hands. They are justice, purity, and openness.
He Sang felt that his suspicion was wrong.
If Liang Jishen is the mastermind behind Guanghe Group and is shielding Feng Zhikui from committing such evil deeds, then how deeply he is hiding and how terrifying he is.
She pressed her face against the crack of the sofa and said nothing.
When a man looks at his watch, he has less time.
Because of Song He's suicide attempt, he only asked for half a day off, but the board of directors was unwilling to approve it. If he went back too late, there would be bloodshed.
Liang Jishen pulled He Sang's legs over and held her ankles, hoping she would cooperate with him to finish the job quickly. "Do you feel sorry for me?"
She struggled, "Who feels sorry for me?"
"Don't I love you enough?"
"You came here to accompany Miss Song, not for me."
He Sang was wearing stockings. Liang Jishen didn't understand why, but they were vaguely of similar skin color, making her legs look slender and natural, and they felt shiny and smooth. However, he preferred to touch her without any hindrance.
He tore a hole in her stockings and pulled them down along the hole. Her tender white skin was exposed in an instant, like freshly cooked milk tofu.
"She has been in the hospital for half a month, and I went there twice in total." Liang Jishen observed He Sang closely, not missing a single ripple on her face.
She was very shy, and when they looked at each other in the joyful moments of sex, she always kept her eyes downcast, blushing and forbearing, and he couldn't stop.
It was his hands-on training and guidance that allowed her to relax a little.
It was precisely because she was both conservative and charming, even pretending to be hot, that he couldn't let her go.
The girls' laughter and chatter could be heard in the corridor. He Sang instinctively curled up his toes, and every joint was tense and contracted. Liang Jishen's lumbar spine was swollen and numb, and beads of sweat rolled down his face. He almost surrendered.
He kissed me for too long and too passionately, which delayed the "battle" and got to the point.
Liang Jishen arched his back, suppressed the restlessness in his stomach, and rubbed her with brute force. As the door opened, he let go and stood up to tidy up his clothes.
It stopped suddenly, and his anger was half gone. He Sang's heart was also in a trance. Her cheeks were wet and she leaned weakly on the sofa.
They stood there in a daze, not knowing what was going on.
One of the female colleagues with a ponytail was very smart and came forward to greet her, "Mr. Liang."
He nodded seriously, smoothed the wrinkles of his trousers, and asked He Sang calmly, "Is Dean Huang here?"
He Sang felt uncomfortable and glanced at them out of the corner of his eye. They were leaning against each other and whispering.
"President Huang is going abroad to inspect venues for the tour..."
Before she finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of a lip mark on Liang Jishen's Adam's apple. The big red kiss mark looked extremely erotic against the backdrop of his white collar.
It's normal on other men, but on him, there's an inexplicable evil aura.
It seemed like a blasphemy to him, he shouldn't be involved in eroticism.
"Your neck," she hissed.
Liang Jishen glanced at the window glass, then buttoned his shirt to the top without making a sound.
He Sang picked up the photo while he wasn't paying attention and put it under his butt.
He buttoned his shirt and turned sideways. "Wait until Dean Huang comes back and tell him I'm looking for him."
"Mr. Liang is looking for Dean Huang?" the female colleague asked. "Is it urgent? I have the Dean's phone number."
Liang Jishen's eyes were calm, "I'll go find him to find out the situation."
"I'm an old hand at the theater. I know this place well. What do you know?"
He put his hands in his trouser pockets. He was handsome and tall, and he had an oppressive feeling. "Is it ostracized to be transferred to your theater?"
The female colleague's expression changed, and she subconsciously stole a glance at He Sang. "We... are very friendly to Sister Sang. She's a leading actress, and the theater supports her, so of course we support her too."
Liang Jishen smiled, "How do you know I was asking her?"
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