Chapter 93.1 (2/2)
On the other side are the dining table and kitchen. The house is not big, but it is extra warm.
Adhering to the principle that visitors are guests, Liang Xiaoyu still brings Xin Zezhao a cup of water and puts it on the tea table. Seeing that Xin Zezhao just looks at the environment without making a sound, Liang Xiaoyu chooses to stay away from Xin Zezhao and sit on the sofa on the other side.
The enemy does not move, I do not move, the two are speechless.
But even sitting so far away, Liang Xiaoyu still smelled the faint smell of tobacco and wine on Xin Zezhao's body, and his heart knew something. Xin Zezhao was in a bad mood now.
Half ring, Xin Zezhao finally said the first sentence in Liang Xiaoyu's home tonight, still indifferent expression, indifferent tone: ”come here.”
Liang Xiaoyu looks at Xin Zezhao warily, unwilling to move a little bit, but Xin Zezhao doesn't speak any more, just stubbornly looks at Liang Xiaoyu.
Facing Xin Zezhao's eyes, Liang Xiaoyu finds that his usually shrewd and cold eyes are full of deep fatigue and loss and depression.
Looking at Xin Zezhao, who is used to being overbearing and unreasonable, now looks a little sad, which makes Liang Xiaoyu a little unbearable.
She doesn't know why. She can't see that Xin Zezhao is now like a kitten licking in a corner.
After a little thought, Liang Xiaoyu gave up his resistance and slowly sat down next to Xin Zezhao. As soon as he got close to Xin Zezhao, the taste of tobacco and wine became strong.
Having been close to Xin Zezhao for so many times, it's the first time that I have smelled such a strong smell on Xin Zezhao. The smell of tobacco and wine mixed with Xin Zezhao's breath neutralizes the pungent smell, making Liang Xiaoyu not so exclusive.
Seeing Liang Xiaoyu's obedient sitting, Xin Zezhao turns over and puts his hands through Liang Xiaoyu's falling arm on Yingying's waist. He can't let Liang Xiaoyu share his words. As soon as his arm is tightened, Liang Xiaoyu falls into Xin Zezhao's arms.
Then he put his head on Liang Xiaoyu's shoulder and whispered in his ear: ”don't move.” Then he hugged Xiao Yu and closed his eyes.