Chapter 139.2 (1/2)
Although he knew that he had been calculated by he Yalin, and although he knew that no matter how he explained it, he would be very stupid, Li Yu was still very unwilling.
”I didn't push her.”
”Oh.” Originally, it was just a trace of anger, but it was provoked by Li Yu's denial. Xin Zezhao laughed angrily: ”you didn't push her, that's Yalin deliberately fell down to frame you? Do you have the value of being framed? ” With that, Xin Zezhao also looked around Li Yu.
”I didn't push her!” Li Yu repeated this sentence persistently.
Xin Zezhao's eyes became colder and colder, and his murderous spirit gradually spread out: ”everyone has to pay for what he has done.”
”Enough! What do you want, Xin Zezhao? ” Liang Xiaoyu looks at Xin Zezhao for he Yalin's sake, but he just falls down, and he hasn't fallen yet. He has a tit for tat confrontation with Li Yu. His heart seems to be blocked by more than ten regiments of cotton, and he is about to be out of breath.
”Sorry!” Xin Zezhao's words are not emotional.
”For the last time, I didn't push her!” Li Yu's anger also came up, stubbornly welcomed Xin Zezhao's eyes, which were almost frozen to death.
Xin Zezhao's tone became colder and colder. ”Last time, apologize!”
Liang Xiaoyu's heart is tightly grasped, the pain is severe, she does not want to be so meaningless entangled, the heart a horizontal, ”good, apologize.”
After that, Liang Xiaoyu turned his eyes to he Yalin, who was in a panic. ”Miss He, I'm sorry. I hope you have a lot of adults. Don't take this little thing to heart.”
He Yalin face of guilt, quickly waved: ”sister Liang, what are you doing, why you want to apologize to me, it's not your fault.”
”Yalin is right. It has nothing to do with you. It's not you who want to apologize.” With that, Xin Zezhao put his cold eyes back on Li Yu.
”When a scholar meets a soldier, it's not clear why.” Li Yu disdains to curl his mouth, pulls Liang Xiaoyu back, turns around and wants to leave.
Li Yu just turned around and was pulled back by Xin Zezhao. Holding Li Yu's wrist like an iron hoop, Li Yu struggled with pain.
”Madman! What are you doing! ”
”Sorry!” Xinzezhaosi ignores that Li Yu is struggling like a weak ant, but Liang Xiaoyu finds that Li Yu's white wrist is already blue and purple.