Chapter 122.1 (1/2)

”Brother Zezhao, where are you going?” He Yalin returned to herself and followed Xin Zezhao's steps.

Xinzezhao pause, looking back, cold voice sounded: ”Yalin, you go back first, I have something to deal with.”

”Brother Zezhao, I'll follow you. I'll be your secretary today.” He Yalin refused to give up, quickened her steps and followed Xin Zezhao closely.

”No, I'll take you back.” Xin Zezhao was not moved.

”Well That should be because I'm useless. I can't help him. ” He Yalin's high mood immediately fell down, dejected.

”It has nothing to do with you.” Xinzezhao just a light consolation, does not change his decision.

”Well, please take me back. Will this delay you?” He Yalin tries to hold up her smiling face and asks carefully.

”Let's go.”

Seeing off he Yalin, Xin Zezhao sits quietly in the car, frowns, lowers his head to meditate, and then skillfully takes out his cigarette from his pocket.

With a clear hand, he gracefully holds a clean white cigarette, quietly breathes a milky white ring, and the misty smoke covers Xin Zezhao's figure, just like an elegant and precious immortal.

”Pop.” Liang Xiaoyu turns off the TV in front of him, and tosses the remote control on the tea table, making a loud and clear sound.

”Did you send me back to sort out the materials for fear that I might hinder you?” Liang Xiaoyu leaned on the sofa with a grass-green pillow and muttered. Her delicate eyebrows wrinkled with sadness and her face was full of depression.

”You say it directly, I won't follow you with a dead face...” Liang Xiaoyu said while leaning back, until the whole person fell into the soft sofa, and then fell directly on the sofa like he was very stuffy.

”Liang Xiaoyu!” The familiar cold voice suddenly sounded in the air.

Suddenly, Liang Xiaoyu was startled and jumped up from the sofa. He raised his hand to his face and said, ”I'm listening?”