Chapter 198 Scared you?
Her long hair cascaded down beside the pillow, and she was covered tightly with the quilt, revealing only a pair of sleeping eyes, soft and clear in the light.
It turned out to be a girl.
"He Sang?" Liang Jing blurted out her name.
The little girl was dazed and whimpered. A tall silhouette was hanging above her. The silhouette gradually became clear in her vision. He Sang woke up in an instant and his heart skipped a beat.
"Secretary Liang..."
She stood up suddenly, then realized something and grabbed the quilt to wrap herself. Fortunately, the lights were off and the curtains were closed, so her round shoulders were no longer so white.
Liang Jing's Adam's apple rolled and he stepped back.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were staying in the guest room." He tugged at his collar and turned his back hastily.
Next time you come home late, you can’t just go in quietly, you have to call the babysitter.
There is a woman in the old house.
He Sang put on her skirt and locked the door at first. The nanny asked her to keep it open as much as possible. There was no habit of locking the door in the old house. In case of an emergency, any situation could be discovered and solved in time.
She didn't lock the door yesterday, and Liang Jishen came over late at night, so He Sang didn't lock it today either.
"Secretary Liang."
Liang Jing turned sideways, and she stood there neatly, with her fluffy hair combed on the left, just against the light, making her look hazy.
"Did it scare you?"
He Sang shook his head.
Liang Jing opened the door and she went out.
Returning to the bed, there were a bunch of messy wrinkles on it. This girl was so restless when she slept. She looked gentle and dignified, but it was quite a hassle.
Liang Jing has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and his level of mysophobia is the same as Liang Jishen's. He can tolerate people he doesn't dislike, but he can't tolerate people he dislikes for even a second.
For example, at this moment, Liang Jing endured it.
He was so tired that he didn't have the energy to worry about whether the sheets were wrinkled or not.
Close your eyes and feel sleepy. The pillow, the quilt and the air are filled with a faint fragrance and a warm sweetness.
Liang Jing lay on his back for a long while. He then got out of bed, rubbed his temples, and leaned on the sofa. "Someone come."
There is a nanny on duty in the old house every night, responsible for boiling milk, steaming snacks, and taking care of Liang Yanzhang who is working overtime. Tonight it is Sister Rong's turn. She followed the sound and saw Liang Jing in the room, and she almost suffocated.
"Why didn't you inform me in advance when you came back? I didn't arrange a room for you."
Liang Jing seldom went back to the old house to sleep. In the past few days, conflicts between Yao Wenjie and Ji Xilan gradually broke out, and the second and third rooms were incompatible. He disliked the noise and would rather take a detour of more than a hundred meters and return to his own Courtyard No. 3 and never get involved.
I guess something happened, so I went home and stayed here.
It was a huge mistake.
"This room belongs to Miss He..." Sister Rong searched everywhere but couldn't find her.
"Change the bedding." Liang Jing explained in a deep voice, "She happened to come downstairs to get some water and bumped into me in the corridor. She's already back in the north bedroom."
Sister Rong breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to the attic. Liang Jing's wardrobe was locked in the attic. She moved a set, laid it out neatly, and stretched it flat. "There's plenty of sunshine at noon. I'll help you dry it. You can make do with it for the night."
No response.
Sister Rong turned her head, Liang Jing leaned forward, rested his elbows on his knees, crossed his hands and pressed them against his lips, and was very silent.
His legs were numb from sitting in this position, so he moved them a few times.
Perhaps the bedroom was too dark, and his expression was unclear, neither happy nor angry. Noticing Sister Rong staring at him, Liang Jing covered the upper half of his face and said in a tired voice, "Change and leave."
Sister Rong came to her senses and closed the door.
She patted her chest, it was so thrilling.
Liang Jing didn't mind servants cleaning and moving his personal belongings, but he didn't like women touching them.
Although it was an accident, it still violated his taboo.
However, Liang Jing was not impatient, but calm and waited for her to clean up, which Sister Rong did not expect.
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The light at the north bedroom door flickered, followed by a rustling sound.
Liang Jishen turned on the light. When he saw her, he put his hands on the back of his head and leaned lazily against the headboard. "Are you having trouble sleeping alone?"
He was actually asleep, but not soundly, so he had a strong nasal sound after waking up.
The man was arrogant and said, "I'm sorry, I won't serve you."
He Sang walked over barefoot and climbed onto the bed.
"Have you said hello?" Liang Jishen lifted her quilt. "You can just lie down on my bed if you want. It's free."
She pulled the quilt back and covered her head. "How much?"
Liang Jishen sat up, lit a cigarette, and the window was open, letting the smoke drift out. "How much money do you have?"
He Sang curled up inside and said sullenly, "One hundred thousand."
"So many." He moved the hand holding the cigarette further away to prevent the smoke from choking her. He pushed aside the corner of the quilt with his hand and saw her eyes open, dark and watery.
"Hidden secret money from me?"
She said seriously, "It's my performance fee!"
The more serious He Sang became, the more Liang Jishen teased her. "One hundred thousand for a performance? That's worth a lot more than I am."
"Fifty thousand per show, plus bonuses." She turned over and faced him. "My salary is paid tomorrow, but I've taken a lot of leave in March. I have to go to the theater and act nice, to please the director, so I don't have to deduct any more."
Liang Jishen liked her simplicity the most. She never considered him rich, not caring about small amounts of money or extravagance. She took what she should have and never took what she shouldn't have. She was a perfect wife for him, with a clean heart, not greedy for money or men, and she wouldn't cause trouble.
He put his hand under He Sang's ribs, where her ticklish spot was, and asked, "What are you going to give me when you get my salary?"
He Sang hid, "Socks."
Liang Jishen frowned, "Not sending clothes anymore?"
Every time she gets her salary, she will buy a shirt, tie or jacket. If she gets a lot of money, she will buy something expensive; if she gets a little money, she will buy something good and cheap. She can't wear it on formal occasions, but it's fine for everyday wear.
He Sang saved part of his salary and supported his mother with part, and he was very frugal. Liang Jishen said that she should spend the money he earned, that women could be independent, and that it was natural for men to support women.
She is stubborn in this regard. Love is love and money is money.
"I'll save some more. There's a big performance on May Day, and the appearance fee is high..." He Sang squinted sleepily. "I'm going to buy some leather shoes."
“Is it expensive?”
"More than 30,000."
He leaned over and tucked the corner of the quilt for her. "Don't spend money. Knit me a scarf. I'll wear it in winter."
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