Chapter 60.2 (2/2)
”Deceiving! It's a horse
”The pet name I give him is dog.” Xin Zezhao continues to play the rogue.
”What do you want?”
”I don't want to do anything about it. I'm sad because my beloved thing is broken.” Xin Zezhao specially emphasized the pronunciation of ”sad” to remind Xiao Yu to try to please me.
”That Xin always you first sad, want to come you sad appearance also don't want to let others see, I left first.” Thirty six stratagems, walking is the best plan, bending down to finish this sentence, Liang Xiaoyu is like running.
”I don't want to be seen. You see everything.” This little hedgehog wants to run? There's no door.
Liang Xiaoyu covers his ears, but he can't hear. It's right to run out of Xin Zezhao's attack range.
”If you run again, you'll clean my office until I retire.”
Run, isn't it good to run? Xin Zezhao uses his trump card and leans lazily against his chair, waiting for Xiao Yu to come back with a cold.
”No, I'm not looking at Mr. Xin. You're sad. I want to wait until you're in a good mood.”
Liang Xiaoyu bows and bows, bows and runs back with a flattering smile: ”Mr. Xin, what do you want?”
”I'm sad. I don't know anything. If someone could dance and have a look, maybe it would be good.”
”Ah, I can only sing.”
Remembering the ditty he heard just now, Xin Zezhao gasps. He is not a self abusive person.
”Goodbye, I just want to kill after listening to your songs.”
Hum, I don't know how to appreciate it!
”You don't know anything but cleaning, do you? In that case, you'd better keep cleaning my office for one month, no, two months. ” I'm tired of two months.
”I'll do something else!” Liang Xiaoyu, who killed thousands of swords, was constantly wailing in his heart.
”He said It looks like you clean my office when I'm not interested.”I can do forms, PPT and copywriting...” Liang Xiaoyu is counting his skills with his fingers.
”Which employee in the company won't?”
”Well I can cook and make soup Someone in this company won't do it?!
”Oh?” Xinzezhao suspicious pick eyebrows, a look of disgust at Liang Xiaoyu, her nerves so big, sure to do things to eat?
Seeing the dislike, Liang Xiaoyu thinks that every time he eats something he cooks, he praises it. All of a sudden, he is confident and pats his chest.
”It's delicious.”
”Really? If you want to hurt me... ” Xin Zezhao still doesn't believe it.
”Well, I'm not going to waste food like that.”