Chapter 93.2 (1/2)
Liang Xiaoyu doesn't know what Xin Zezhao wants to do, but finds that he just quietly hugs himself and closes his eyes to rest, and then slowly relaxes his tight body.
Seeing such a tired Xin Zezhao, Liang Xiaoyu's heart unconsciously flashed over the silk heartache. There seems to be a collapse in his heart, which is incredibly soft.
For a long time, Liang Xiaoyu didn't move because he was afraid of disturbing Xin Zezhao's rest. He silently endured his waist because it was straight and numb.
At this time, Xin Zezhao slowly opened his eyes and hugged Liang Xiaoyu. In a low and hoarse voice, he spoke again in Liang Xiaoyu's ear: ”I'm hungry.”
Then he let go of Liang Xiaoyu, but his eyes still looked at Liang Xiaoyu, the meaning of which was obvious.
”Well, I'll cook as long as you can.”
Although Liang Xiaoyu is now inundated with compassion and maternal love because of Xin Zezhao's weak appearance, she still does not forget how much Xin Zezhao despised her cooking skills.
Xin Zezhao gently pulled the corner of his mouth, nodded and motioned Liang Xiaoyu to go quickly.
When Liang Xiaoyu is busy cooking for himself in the kitchen, Xin Zezhao takes a step on her thigh and lights a cigarette skillfully on the balcony.
Surrounded by the milky white smoke, Xin Zezhao's face gradually blurred. He didn't know why. He would want to come here tonight, since he learned that
Looking at Xiao Yu's figure in an apron, Xin Zezhao slowly remembers her long dead mother. She still remembers her loving face and careful care when she was a child. She is the only one in the world who doesn't ask for herself. She can be like others and doesn't need to rely on too much talent to prove her value.
The beautiful, generous, gentle and dignified mother didn't grow up with her, but her father told her not long ago that she had a half brother.
Knowing the news, Xin Zezhao's heart slightly aches and feels sorry for her mother. Her husband, whom she believes and supports with all her heart, has already betrayed her.
Xin Zezhao smokes quietly, immersed in the memory, until Liang Xiaoyu shouts his name, only to find that the cigarette in his hand is only the cigarette end.
As soon as he throws the cigarette end into the garbage can, Xin Zezhao comes to the table and looks at the steaming food Liang Xiaoyu has just cooked for him.
”Meat, not vegan.” Liang Xiaoyu looks at Xin Zezhao staring at the dishes on the table. He mistakenly thinks that Xin Zezhao thinks that he will be perfunctory as he was last time, so he hastens to explain.
Xin Zezhao nodded slightly and sat down to eat slowly.