Chapter 113.1 (1/2)

”Are you Liang Xiaoyu? Brother Zezhao's new secretary? ” He Yalin is very angry. She carefully observes Liang Xiaoyu in black professional clothes and remembers that her best friend called her last night.

”Well, who are you, please?” Liang Xiaoyu recognized himself when he heard the woman in front of him. He couldn't help but ”clattering” for a while. He won't be a trouble maker again, will he?!

She is really a shameless woman! To get a positive answer, he Yalin tried to calm down her anger in her heart, and a proper smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: ”Hello, I'm He Tian's sister, he Yalin, who grew up with brother Zezhao.”

Although he Yalin is a harmless smile, her words are full of complacency, and she emphasizes the relationship with Xin Zezhao, which makes Liang Xiaoyu feel more impatient.

”It's manager he's family. Please wait a moment. I'll go in and ask Mr. Xin if he has time to see you.” I don't know why, Liang Xiaoyu deliberately ignored the relationship he Yalin just emphasized with Xin Zezhao growing up and raised a formulaic smile.

He Yalin quickly stopped Liang Xiaoyu's action of opening the door, showing a sweet smile. Her soft voice rang out: ”sister Liang doesn't have to be so troublesome. I can go in directly. Brother Zezhao won't be angry.”

”Mr. Xin naturally won't be angry with Miss He, but if I let you in like this, it will be my secretary's dereliction of duty. Miss He, don't embarrass me.”

”How can this be dereliction of duty? Sister Liang, I originally wanted to surprise brother Zezhao. If you go in and say so, I will come in vain.” He Yalin seems to be familiar with Liang Xiaoyu. She holds her tender hands tightly and looks at her pitifully.

”This...” Liang Xiaoyu is very embarrassed by this pitiful appearance, but the smile on his face is still hanging on his pretty face like a stereotyped mask.

”Sister Liang, I know you will fulfill my little wish.” He Yalin grabs Leng Xiaoyu's hand and uses more power. She eagerly looks at Leng Xiaoyu with expectation.

Liang Xiaoyu, who always has no immunity to soft words and soft words, can't resist he Yalin's more and more sorrowful look. He loosened his mouth: ”OK.”