Chapter 161.2 (1/2)

Liang Xiaoyu leans on his side and looks at him like this. In these days, she is used to his overbearing and dictatorial, and can feel his tenderness hidden in the details. However, there are few opportunities for her to see Xin Zezhao asleep. After all, someone is energetic.

She held out her hand carefully to poke Xin Zezhao's eyelashes. The long eyelash tail brushes the cool little finger, also quietly lets the deer in her heart rampage.

Xin Zezhao frowned lightly, scaring a girl almost not to jump up. After a while, he was sure that there was no movement before he came back. After thinking about it, she must have no way to take Xin Zezhao upstairs. She can only bring him some quilts to avoid catching cold. It's not that she didn't want to wake up Xin Zezhao. The key is that if he gets angry, he won't be able to run away, so it's important to save his life.

Put a thick quilt over Xin Zezhao, rub someone's brow, and go upstairs to sleep contentedly.

Liang Xiaoyu accidentally sleeps soundly and happily until noon the next day, humming a little song and going downstairs. Then he saw Xin Zezhao sitting there with a black face.

At this point, shouldn't he be in the company?

Liang Xiaoyu looks at someone's face, decides to pretend not to see it, and then goes to the kitchen to find something to eat. The maid saw Liang Xiaoyu get up and took out the prepared food.

Liang Xiaoyu whispered in the little maid's ear, ”has he eaten yet? When did he get up?”

”The little maid replied cooperatively,” my husband got up early, and then dealt with the documents. He was sulky there and had not eaten yet

Liang Xiaoyu nodded and motioned to the maid to cooperate with her.

”This soup is delicious. Your father's skill is getting better and better.” Liang Xiaoyu exaggerates to raise the volume.

”That's right. This soup is specially prepared for my husband. It's my favorite.” The little maid has a model to learn from. She thinks it's fun.

And the people on the sofa, no response.

Liang Xiaoyu is sucking and eating. Yu Guang keeps paying attention to the sofa. Seeing that Xin Zezhao doesn't move, he thinks that he still has a bowl of soup in the past. After all, if he is angry, it's not himself who will suffer.

”What's the matter? Who made Master Xin angry?” When Liang Xiaoyu finished, he felt that he had goose bumps.

Xin Zezhao glances over his face and ignores someone's flattery.

Cool small Yu a drum for gas, end bowl, scoop up a spoonful of soup, ”well, to get angry also wait until finished.”

Full of coax baby momentum, see next to the little maid has been holding a smile.