Chapter 58.2 (1/2)
”Did I just smile?”
”It's good-looking. What Xin always does is the best.”
”In this case, you should learn from my smile just now and smile until you get off work, so that the president will be in a good mood.”
”Ah?”
”Or you're going to cry till you get off work?”
”I laugh, I laugh!” The president of Xinda is in a bad mood now! What's more, he is the only one who can protect his own life.
Liang Xiaoyu bent his mouth mechanically and pulled out a fake smile.
Seeing this expression, Xin Zezhao doesn't speak any more, but directly gets up and comes to Liang Xiaoyu.
One raised his hand. Liang Xiaoyu was like a frightened bird. He immediately covered his face with his hands: ”don't hit me in the face!”
Liang Xiaoyu's extreme reaction inexplicably pleased Xin Zezhao, but Xin Zezhao still kept a serious face and said in a cold voice: ”stand up, raise your head and hold your chest.”
On hearing this, Liang Xiaoyu subconsciously did it again. Ah, it seems that the shadow of military training in university is too deep.
Seeing Liang Xiaoyu standing in front of him, Xin Zezhao reaches out his slender fingers and gently touches Liang Xiaoyu's beautiful face.
The strange and familiar touch reminds Liang Xiaoyu of that impulsive kiss. The light smell of Xin Zezhao fills her nose again, making her face pink.
When Xin Zezhao saw Liang Xiaoyu's face, the corners of his mouth bent up and drew a charming smile. Then he pulled Liang Xiaoyu's corners up with his slender fingers.
Straight to an exaggerated angle, Xin Zezhao just stopped.
”Since you can't laugh, you can't relax, or...”
Before Xin Zezhao finished, Liang Xiaoyu immediately nodded obediently. The red tide just caused by the touch of her skin has disappeared completely.
The hedgehog, covered with thorns, is as gentle as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Xin Zezhao goes back to deal with his affairs with satisfaction, but after a while he will look up and look at Liang Xiaoyu, who is more ugly than crying.
Liang Xiaoyu, who wanted to be lazy when Xin Zezhao lowered his head, found that he had no way to master the law of Xin Zezhao's raising his head, but he was more tired by switching his expression so frequently.
So Liang Xiaoyu completely accepted his fate and stood there with such a silly smile.
Until the muscle ache, this torture is not in the end, cool small Yu can't help rubbing his face with his hand.
At the same time, Xin Zezhao just looked up, and Liang Xiaoyu's face rubbing action suddenly stopped.
In the middle of kneading, Liang Xiaoyu is interrupted abruptly. He holds his cheek between his hands, and his lips are puffed up because of squeezing. This kind of ugliness makes Xin Zezhao laugh, but his years of practice of patience makes him hide his smile.
Liang Xiaoyu sees Xin Zezhao's still cold face, puts down his hand in embarrassment, and then looks like he wants to cover up the mistake and embarrassment, and naturally raises a bright smile.