Chapter 59.2 (1/2)

Two o'clock the next afternoon.

”Liang Xiaoyu.”

”Yes, yes.” On hearing this cool voice, Liang Xiaoyu immediately subconsciously adjusts her facial expression, smiles more, and the radian of her mouth naturally rises.

Looking at Liang Xiaoyu's dimple like flowers, Xin Zezhao also rises with the corner of her mouth, revealing a pleasant smile. It's not in vain for her arrangement last night.

”For the sake of your obedience, I'd like to send you some good news.”

Ah, good news? You want to give me a raise?

At the thought of this, Liang Xiaoyu's smile was more sincere.

”Xinhai offended people last night and was sent to the hospital. It won't be better in a few months.” Xin Zezhao light smile flashed with satisfaction, a pair of you quickly thank me.

”Xinhai? It's none of my business. It's not that I call for a fight. ” What kind of good news is this? It has nothing to do with half a cent. Liang Xiaoyu doesn't think so.

”It's not really your order, because I sent people to go.”

”You? Mr. Xin, are you satisfied and have nothing to do? ”

Xin Zezhao stood up slowly, smiling.

But Liang Xiaoyu, who has been fighting with Xin Zezhao for so long, is acutely aware of the danger and retreats.

Finally, she found that it was more dangerous to retreat to the corner, so she quickly said: ”I haven't cleaned the bookshelf yet, so I have to clean it quickly.” Desperate to cross Xin Zezhao's side, picked up the cloth to wipe hard.

Seeing that Xin Zezhao didn't stop him, Liang Xiaoyu felt relieved.

After a while, Liang Xiaoyu was surrounded by a familiar breath. Looking up, he found that Xin Zezhao didn't know when he came to him.

Tall and straight figure completely shrouded his figure, making himself more petite than ever.

Xin Zezhao props his hands on the bookshelf separately, embracing Liang Xiaoyu in the middle, pretending not to know that he is cleaning the bookshelf fiercely.

Xin Zezhao turned his head slightly and approached Liang Xiaoyu's white and delicate ears.

Ambiguous posture looks like Xin Zezhao embraces Liang Xiaoyu behind his back, bows his head and whispers intimately in his ear.

”He's in hospital, and you're upset?” The close distance between the two makes Xin Zezhao's lips almost touch Liang Xiaoyu's earlobe, but the breath from the conversation is directly poured into Liang Xiaoyu's ears.

The touch from the ear makes Liang Xiaoyu feel sour and itchy. Xin Zezhao is too close to her. The pleasant smell lingers in Liang Xiaoyu's nose. The strong smell of androgen makes Liang Xiaoyu's heart skip a few beats.