Chapter 205 I Don’t Want
Hu Nongnong pretended to be calm and said, "Mr. Liang, I don't understand what you mean."
"Due to his profession, your father is fully aware of the crimes and entanglements that have plagued Ji Province for the past thirty years." Liang Chihui slowly raised his teacup. "He and Ji Shen are of the same mind, upholding justice and being impartial. Why do you think he doesn't care about Guanghe Group?"
The man's tone was gentle, but Hu Nongnong shuddered.
"My father never mentioned why."
"Mrs. Zhou, your father knows the ins and outs of the world of fame and fortune better than you do. Don't be so naive." Liang Chihui smiled, like an elder who was teaching her attentively. "A harmonious marriage with Mr. Zhou and a son soon are what the Zhou and Hu families hope for the most. Mrs. Zhou, there is no need to worry about other things."
Hu Nongnong almost suffocated.
This man.
It's so thrilling.
It's like a huge burning mystery, mysterious and ever-changing.
She forced a smile and said, "Mr. Liang, you're being overly suspicious. Third Aunt and I don't talk about the grudges in Ji Province. We only talk about women's beauty and health."
"That would be great." Liang Chihui glanced at her indifferently, "Third Aunt?"
"Liang Jishen is my third uncle, and He Sang is naturally my third aunt."
The man looked straight ahead and said nothing.
"In terms of seniority, you are my second uncle."
"Mrs. Zhou is flattering me." Liang Chihui chuckled, very unfamiliarly, "I have no contact with your father, let alone you, so I can't be called your second uncle."
He stood up and said, "Goodbye."
Hu Nongnong let out a breath, sweating profusely.
It's too oppressive.
No wonder.
No one in Hebei Province offended Liang Chihui.
Liang Jishen has a bad temper, but he is a true gentleman. He will openly quarrel with others and fight with them. If he wins, he is right, and if he loses, he will not retaliate.
Obey the rules of the game and have no bad intentions.
If his attribute is Yang, which means fierce, Liang Chihui's attribute is Yin, which means evil.
I would rather fight ten rounds with Liang Jishen than fight once with Liang Chihui.
Hu Nongnong drank tea one cup after another. He Sang returned to the stage and bowed again, but she was still in a daze.
It wasn't until He Sang stepped down that she came to her senses.
"You looking for me?"
Hu Nongnong clenched her teacup tightly. She was finally frightened and didn't dare to mention He Jinping. "I ordered a flower basket to congratulate you on your successful performance."
"The theater's flower baskets are very expensive." He Sang sat down. "We sell them to the audience for 500 yuan, and the cost is 80 yuan."
"You're Mrs. Liang—you have the right to be ostentatious!" Hu Nongnong said helplessly, "Third Uncle's money is endless. Women spend money to nourish themselves. If you're frugal, men won't appreciate you. They'll think you're stupid. If you're cheap, his money will be spent on those little fairies outside."
He Sang didn't care, "Your third uncle is not that kind of man."
"Zhou Kun, yeah." Hu Nongnong curled her lips. "He has a photo of a busty woman in a swimsuit saved in his phone album. She's wearing a bikini, very flirty."
Zhou Kun is very loyal.
It's been more than four months since we broke up, but I still miss that girl with big wavy hair.
A man's long-lasting love for A means hurting B.
However, Hu Nongnong obviously didn't care.
With precise and targeted training since childhood, she has made contributions to the family marriage. Love is not important, but interests are important. Perhaps in Hu Nongnong's heart, there is also a man who is not destined to be with her.
"You came here just to bring a basket of flowers?"
"Yes." Hu Nongnong felt guilty and didn't look at her. "About the collapse of the city wall... I looked into it, but I didn't find anything. It's been too long. I'll help you find out. Don't hold out hope."
He Sang had a hunch that Hu Nongnong had already found out something and she was hiding it because she was worried.
"Mrs. Zhou, I'm counting on you."
She laughed awkwardly, "Okay..."
He Sang drove back to the old house, and Liang Chihui's Bentley was parked in the middle of the yard.
She didn't want to be alone with him, so she put the velvet box at the door of the second bedroom, knocked twice, and hurried away.
The next second, the door opened.
The man was wearing a bathrobe, his left hand loosely holding his belt, water beads dripping from his forehead, and a large area of his chest was exposed.
He was taking a shower. Halfway through, he heard a knock on the door. He casually tied up his clothes, but they came loose.
The box rubbed against the floor, making a rustling sound. Liang Chihui lowered his eyes and bent down to pick it up.
The pearl hairpin remained motionless; she hadn't even taken it out.
"Sister Fang." He frowned and shouted towards the first floor.
It was Sister Rong who came up. "Sister Fang went to the supermarket. Do you have any instructions?"
Liang Chihui was worried about his disheveled clothes and was reluctant to mention anyone by name, so he asked in a roundabout way, "Is there anyone home?"
"Yes. Me, the bodyguard, Lao Zheng—"
"She." The man said in a deep voice, "Is she in the old house?"
"Ms. He? She just got off work and is probably in the guest room."
Liang Chihui gripped the box tightly and said, "Go ahead and get busy."
Sister Rong went downstairs. He Sang patted her chest and took a deep breath. There was no movement on the other side of the wall. She carefully poked her head out and saw a snow-white bathrobe in the cramped space.
and a man in a bathrobe.
He Sang almost screamed, Liang Chihui covered her mouth and signaled her to be quiet.
His hair was covered with foam, which kept flowing down. The foam on his body was not rinsed off, covering his white collarbone and face. One foam burst, another expanded, and slid along the skin texture into his clothes.
He Sang pushed his hand away and asked, "Is this your box?"
"no."
She was surprised. "It's not yours?"
The man's laughter was muffled. "Isn't it yours?"
She pointed in the direction of the guest room, "My hairpin is in the drawer."
"It's broken." Liang Chihui was completely soaked in water. He had smoked in the room and the smell of nicotine was there, and his throat was hoarse. "When I was trying to retrieve the hairpin, the hairpin broke."
"I bought my hairpin from a stall at the night market. It's not worth much." He Sang leaned back and kept some distance.
The man smiled brightly, "The hairpin I gave you is not worth much."
"Aren't Australian white pearls valuable?"
“It depends on what you compare it to.”
Liang Chihui's body was damp and hot, and her breath was hot. She didn't know whether it was the illusion of the light or the shadow of his body that was pressing on her and invading her. He Sang had nowhere to escape, and her back was firmly pressed against the wall.
"No matter how valuable it is, it's nothing compared to a woman's happiness." His breath sprayed on her head, as if teasing, as if puzzled, "Why are you closing your eyes?"
He Sang had never experienced such a tense moment.
Including Hu Dafa's persecution, the car accident caused by Song He, and even the mudslide in Wanxi County...
Nothing compares to this moment.
Liang Chihui's danger is surging and unknown, and his life hangs by a thread.
He is an exploding mountain of fire. Beneath his calm and tenderness, high-temperature magma surges, waiting for an opportunity to splash out and melt everything within his range, turning the world upside down.
He Sang gritted his teeth, his voice trembling, "I don't want it from you."
"I broke it, so I should compensate you."
She repeated, "No."
"don't want?"
A gust of wind blew up from the courtyard and rushed in through the window, causing the subtle fragrance of foam to float in the air and causing the ends of her hair to lift up. She and the foam were stuck together in the wind, sticky and inseparable.
The wind weakened, and Liang Chihui gently lifted the hair that was caught on her eyelashes with his middle finger. "It's only natural to pay back a debt. It's also only natural to return a hairpin if you owe it to me."
The thick smell of cigarettes, the refreshing smell of shower gel, countless smells intertwined in his nostrils. He Sang pushed his arm away and ran back to the guest room.
Liang Chihui stared at her back in silence.
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