Chapter 96 Two Men Collide
"Mr. Liang?"
He Sang called him several times in succession, and he suddenly came to his senses, "Huh?"
She waved her phone twice. "It's the property management calling, asking me to move the car."
"Didn't you buy a parking space?"
"I bought it..." He Sang was too embarrassed to say it, "I parked in the wrong parking space, occupying the space occupied by the owner of Building B."
Liang Chihui suddenly laughed and pointed at the sofa. "There are tea leaves in the drawer. Make some yourself."
He Sang grabbed his umbrella and ran out.
The corridor was dark and the cold wind blew in her face, making her shiver with cold.
Liang Chihui put a coat on her. He Sang turned his head and smiled, "I'll go downstairs with you."
The elevator had a "Fault Maintenance" sign on it. I turned and took the stairs. There were windows on the left wall of each floor. The dim light from the street lamps shone in, covering Liang Chihui's body and her, with an inexplicable ambiguity and romance.
This ambiguous atmosphere shouldn't exist between him and her.
He Sang hesitated for a moment, wanting to confront Liang Chihui and try not to meet or have any contact with him. But the words came to his lips, but he couldn't say them.
He had good intentions today. Ever since she came to the province, every time Liang Chihui showed up, he was either saving her from danger or showing her warm concern. He was neither overstepping the bounds nor being gentlemanly. If she drew a line in the sand, it would seem like something was wrong and too inhumane.
Liang Chihui held up his phone to illuminate the way ahead and walked all the way to the fifth floor. He patiently reminded everyone, "Remember to lock the doors and windows. When you unlock them in the morning, check the corridor to see if there are any strangers."
"It's best to set up an emergency contact, Director Gu or your colleagues at the theater—"
He Sang chuckled, "I'm not a child anymore."
Liang Chihui turned around and stood on the steps below, looking straight up at her. "He Sang, I'm not kidding."
"The police car was there at the time and I was very worried."
"The police sealed off two buildings. I was anxious to make sure you were safe, but they stopped me again. I had no choice but to tell them that you were my girlfriend."
Liang Chihui's voice spread in the empty stairwell, calm, deep and magnetic.
There is a faint, continuous echo.
Her smile gradually froze, "Girlfriend?"
"I'm sorry, it might affect you, but other than our relationship, I have no reason to go upstairs, so the police won't let me in."
He Sang's eyes were red and she felt depressed. The more Liang Chihui apologized to her, the more guilty she felt. She felt like she had hurt him and implicated him. "Su Su secretly took pictures of us...Su Su is a colleague at the drama theater, and the pictures were very intimate."
Liang Chihui looked at her quietly.
"I received it, too."
He Sang bit his lip so hard that it turned pale. "Could he have received it too?"
"He didn't."
She was at a loss, "Boss Liang, if this gets exposed, will we be able to explain it clearly?"
Liang Chihui returned to the stairs where she was. He was much taller than He Sang, blocking the streetlights. She was immersed in the darkness, small and soft. Even though she did nothing, she looked delicate and frivolous.
"I'll have my assistant find the person who took the photos and negotiate with her. Don't be afraid."
He Sang nodded and said, "I've caused you trouble again."
"It's my fault this time." Liang Chihui lowered his head and looked at her fluffy hair. "I should have only supported your arm, but I supported your waist."
Her face was facing the second button of the man's shirt. Liang Chihui's clothes had a pine scent, like sandalwood and black pine, neither strong nor weak, and warm.
Under the shirt was a beating chest, deep and hot. Because they were standing too close, his sternum bumped against her nose bridge slightly with his breathing, and the hard diamond-shaped buttons rubbed against her, making her moan.
Liang Chihui's breathing seemed to be more intense, and his rhythm was vaguely disordered.
At this moment, a cluster of car lights shone onto the viewing lake below, and the light balls of the pavilion in the middle of the lake were reflected upwards. Besides being dazzling, He Sang instinctively looked down and saw a car driving to the door of Building A and turning off the engine.
The car door was open, and a black umbrella was pushed out. The man's white leather shoes were particularly familiar. Even in the muddy weather, the shoe surface was still very clean and without wrinkles. The wind blew the brim of the umbrella askew. He brushed the raindrops off his shoulders, not paying attention to the puddle nearby, and stepped into it, splashing mud on his trousers.
He bent down slightly, rubbing the soles of his shoes on the steps. At that moment, the street light passed over his face, and his cold eyes were deeper than the night.
He Sang had never expected Liang Jishen to come back again. She grabbed Liang Chihui's sleeve and said, "Mr. Liang..."
He frowned, "What's wrong?"
"He's back."
Liang Chihui moved closer to the glass and it turned out to be Liang Jishen.
"He's not in Zhonghai?"
"Miss Song committed suicide by jumping off a building. He went to the orthopedic hospital to visit her during the day."
Liang Chihui stood up straight, his hands in his pockets, and was silent for a moment. "Since you are safe, I will go back."
He Sang pursed his lips, knowing that he was being considerate of him, "I'm sorry, you didn't even have a cup of hot water."
He couldn't help laughing, "I didn't drink it."
He didn't feel thirsty, as he was only concerned about her safety. Liang Chihui didn't wait for her here all the time. He drove to the theater halfway, and the extras told him that He Sang had been picked up by a car.
Liang Chihui asked what kind of car it was. The girl said it was a Panamera with a local license plate number, and that a middle-aged lady was driving.
He felt a little relieved.
It's better for her to be picked up by a woman than by some playboy or Liang Yanzhang.
Liang Chihui walked out of Apartment Building A, and Liang Jishen happened to be reversing his car. He restarted the engine and changed to a temporary parking space. There were no potholes nearby.
The car lights illuminated several meters away. A man's silhouette passed by the front of the car. He was wrapped tightly in a coat with his collar turned up, covering half of his face. Liang Jishen became suspicious and pushed the door open to get out.
The man walked steadily in the rain and soon disappeared into the darkness where the street lights could not reach.
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