Chapter 97 Scream again and I will satisfy you
Liang Jishen stomped his feet again to shake off the rain water on his shoes and entered the gate of Building A.
Liang Chihui, who was hiding in the shadows, walked out slowly with an umbrella, stared at his back for a long time, and walked towards the parking space 1901 of Building B.
"Are you the owner of Building A?" The other party was a tall, thin man in his early twenties, dressed very stylishly, like a pretty boy. "Isn't the woman in 1901, Building A?"
"I'm a friend of the owner, helping her move her car."
"Her friend?" The man looked at him. "Boyfriend?"
Liang Chihui keenly noticed that something was wrong with the man, "Why are you asking this?"
"I'm curious—the property management told me it's a woman, and her last name is He."
"It's none of your business."
Liang Chihui's face was calm, but there was a coldness in his eyes. He sat in the driver's seat, started the car, turned, and drove towards the parking space in area A.
As he drove away, he leaned his arm out of the car window, adjusted the rearview mirror, and carefully observed the man in the mirror.
There was nothing abnormal about the man. He just stood there in the rain, talking on the phone.
He will always feel uneasy as long as the murderer of the murder on the tenth floor has not been caught.
Fortunately, He Sang will not be alone tonight.
Liang Chihui turned around, parked in the parking space, reclined his seat, and looked toward the 19th floor through the right window.
The curtains were open, a small orange light was on, and a pink halter dress was hanging on the balcony, fluttering in the wind.
He Sang's close-fitting clothes were mostly pink, and he couldn't help but wonder, maybe it was the third brother's hobby?
A man of iron will and integrity always finds it hard to resist a weak and delicate girl; just like a well-dressed, calm and restrained man, when he is moved, he becomes fierce and wild.
The third brother is, and so is he.
It’s just that the threshold for igniting their lust is very high, and once a woman ignites it, they will be obsessed with her until death.
Liang Chihui moved towards the Honda Accord driven by the third brother.
This is Gu Jianghai's car, provided by his work unit, and likely borrowed temporarily by the third brother. The license plate is A11131. Chang'an District is the city's main urban area, so the number starts with A1 and ends with 31, representing the head of Department 3. The District Procuratorate is Department 2, and the District Law Courts is Department 1. This car isn't as impressive as the third brother's Hongqi L5, after all. After all, department personnel are constantly being transferred, and so are cars. The third brother's Hongqi is a combination of family background, personal status, and personal connections.
Among the four major families in Hebei Province, only Lao Zhou and he have driven this model of Hongqi.
Liang Yanzhang was also not qualified.
There was a pack of out-of-print Da Chongjiu cigarettes in the locker in front of the car. It was the brand that the third brother usually smoked, and there were six cigarettes left.
Liang Chihui took out a cigarette, sniffed it under his nose, satisfied his urge, and put it back into the wooden box.
He can't get used to smoking; it's too strong.
After waiting for five minutes, he got out of the car, put the key into the express locker at 1901, Building A, returned to his car, and drove out of the community.
He Sang ran back to his room from the fifth floor and collapsed on the ground. The sound of footsteps in the corridor came from far away and stopped through the door.
Immediately afterwards, the doorbell rang.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, held the door bolt, and stood up on tiptoe without making any sound.
The man knocked on the door again. Amid the rumbling thunder, his voice was low and steady, with a soothing power.
"He Sang, it's me."
She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and opened the door.
Liang Jishen's grey windbreaker was stained with the dampness of the rainy night. He unbuttoned his coat while passionately kissing her. The coat was as damp and cold as his body temperature. His muscles were as strong and powerful as steel, and they hurt her chest.
"Why so slow?" The man sucked her hard, his mouth slurring. "Ready to take a shower?"
He Sang's mind was in a mess because of his passionate kiss. He stared at him straight, with an obedient and infatuated look. Liang Jishen was very pleased. He laughed and said, "Are you stupid?"
"Didn't you go back to Hebei Province with Mrs. Liang?"
The man pinched her waist, pinned her against the wall, and pressed forward, holding her firmly. "You want me to go back?"
She was still wearing the white knitted dress she had worn in Taohuawu in the evening, with her long hair pulled back. He Sang was a genuine northerner, studying, living, and working in Hebei Province. Apart from accompanying him on business trips and theater tours, she had never been to the south alone. However, she had the tenderness of a Jiangnan woman, especially on ambiguous and intoxicating nights.
Liang Jishen remembered that she lowered her eyebrows and called him "Third Brother" in the box with a tearful voice. It was like a feather that tickled a man's heart and stirred the evil fire in his belly.
"Do you miss Third Brother?"
He Sang was absent-minded. Liang Chihui had been in the apartment, and she hadn't had time to check if he had left anything behind. What if Liang Jishen found any of a man's belongings...
She was anxious and uneasy, "If you don't go back, will the board of directors agree?"
"Don't care about them." Liang Ji went deeper into her trance, kissing her neck, his tone hoarse and heavy, "What did you call me in Taohuawu?"
"Mr. Liang."
"Really?" The man lowered his head, searching for her lips, kissing her teasingly from time to time, "Say it again."
He tossed back and forth all day, and he looked visibly tired, with dense bloodshot eyes all over his pupils, which made him look like a wolf.
Liang Jishen is a wolf at this time.
A brave hungry wolf.
He rushed back to the apartment overnight because he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to vent.
He Sang knew what he wanted to hear, but couldn't bring himself to say, "Deputy Secretary Liang..."
"Are you trying to piss me off?"
Liang Jishen held her shoulders and let his big hands linger along her curves. He undoubtedly understood women, their desires, and their excitement points. He Sang was preoccupied and had no interest at all, and gradually fell for his superb flirting skills.
"Is there no one across the street?"
She raised her head, her eyes blurry, "Maybe he moved away."
Liang Ji buried his head deep in the crook of her neck, chuckled, and asked, "Let's do it outside?"
"No."
"Try it once."
He Sang wanted to escape, but the man controlled her and said, "Call me Third Brother again, and I'll satisfy you."
She refused to scream, so Liang Jishen pressed her too hard and whispered, "Third Brother."
"I didn't hear clearly."
He Sang stood on tiptoe, "Third brother..."
She cried out reluctantly, her eyes filled with tears, and Liang Jishen felt a sense of pleasure in destroying and breaking her.
The stored desire is about to ignite.
He had never longed to be in harmony with her and inseparable from her so much. His strong self-control was too small in the face of He Sang's unintentional temptation.
"Close the door..." He Sang struggled to remind him. Their lips and tongues stuck together separated in one second, and then they kissed her madly again in the next second, making her dizzy.
With a push of his hand, the door of the unit slammed shut, sending a gust of wind that made He Sang shudder and instinctively fall into his arms.
When Liang Jishen was unbuckling his belt, he smelled the lingering smell of cigarettes and suddenly stopped, "Are you smoking?"
He had just kissed her deeply, and there was clearly only the taste of rose wine in He Sang's mouth, no taste of nicotine.
However, she ignored this point and became flustered for a moment, "I learned to smoke..."
Liang Jishen glanced at her indifferently and walked into the living room. The ashtray on the coffee table was littered with cigarette butts. The ashes were loose and soft, and the saliva on the cigarette butts had not dried yet.
Within half an hour, the man was still in the apartment.
"Who's been here?"
He seemed like a different person, and the passion that made him want to rub her into his body was gone.
He Sang panted unevenly, "No one has been here."
Liang Jishen pulled his tie, turned his back to her, and glanced across the sofa, terrace, and bathroom sink, not missing any trace of the man.
"You smoked it?"
He lit a cigarette with one hand, his eyes falling on the ashtray again. "Yellow Crane Tower 1916," Liang Jishen took the cigarette from his lips and handed it to He Sang. His tone was firm and his expression was gloomy. "I'll watch you smoke."
Liang Jishen didn't believe her.
When performing a drama, the lines are original and need to be recorded on the spot. Hoarseness, unclear pronunciation, and forgetting words are all taboos.
He Sang wouldn't even eat a little bit of chili pepper, let alone smoke.
She was not good at lying and her lies were full of loopholes. Liang Jishen also liked her honesty and was easy to control, so he would occasionally tease her and guide her to lie. The more guilty she felt, the more sweat she would sweat, and her skin would turn red, like a rose soaked in water.
It's just a joke, but it's just a little fun.
He would never tolerate a man who had lied to him.
He Sang's hands were shaking slightly as she took the cigarette. Liang Jishen didn't look at her, his gaze fixed on the floor-to-ceiling window opposite.
The neon lights reflected his face, and beneath the calm, a storm was brewing.
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