Chapter 48.1

Leaning on the comfortable back of the chair, Liang Xiaoyu closed his eyes like he was very tired. He wanted to take advantage of the gap to take a rest. But the next second, the car suddenly stopped.

Liang Xiaoyu suddenly went forward because of inertia. If the seat belt wasn't fastened tightly, he was afraid that his clean forehead would have a close contact with the car window.

Subconsciously, Liang Xiaoyu looks at Xin Zezhao helplessly. What's the matter?!

Xin Zezhao instantly understands the meaning of the expression in Liang Xiaoyu's clear eyes, as if in a silent accusation that he is like a child who makes trouble out of no reason. A greater sullen feeling arises from his heart again.

The originally cold and dark face was even darker than the color of the bottom of the pot, and the temperature around him suddenly dropped a lot. The cold breath lingering on Xin Zezhao became colder.

Xin Zezhao, with an iceberg face that doesn't show any emotion, doesn't take a look at Liang Xiaoyu. He unties his seat belt and takes the lead to walk out of the car.

Liang xiaoyushi doesn't understand what Xin Zezhao is doing, but he feels the sudden drop of temperature and knows that it's not a good time to speak, so he has to keep up with Xin Zezhao.

Long straight legs without hesitation stride forward, completely regardless of whether the small figure behind can keep up, just blindly like vent anger to the front of the noodle shop.

Looking at the tall and straight figure walking fast in front of him, Liang Xiaoyu was struggling to keep up with him. His tired body gradually became unbearable. He could not help but feel bored.

But when Liang Xiaoyu stood panting in front of the noodle shop, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He was funny and moved. Just now, that little bit of annoyance had disappeared.

This awkward and arrogant child, Liang Xiaoyu teases Xin Zezhao with a smile in his heart, but his face is forced to endure the happy smile of his lips.

Xinzezhao also don't know why, inexplicably stopped the car, is not controlled straight to the noodle shop. Waiting for the reaction to come over, the dark eyes like paint flickered a few silk uncomfortable.

Looking at Liang Xiaoyu trying to pretend a serious way to come over, the beautiful apricot eyes are full of smile, lips with a funny smile, although trying to cover up, but still by xinzezhao very fast capture.

The tense cold face almost couldn't keep up. Xin Zezhao lowered his eyes slightly to cover the shame and embarrassment in his eyes, but his cold face flashed a touch of unnatural pink.

Remembering that he was still angry, Gu xuanlang's figure suddenly appeared in his mind was also reminding Xin Zezhao. Soon, Xin Zezhao repressed his strange emotion and stretched his body tightly.

Having enough to eat and drink, Liang Xiaoyu's mood became happy and beautiful, although Xin Zezhao's face was still so ugly.

In the state of satisfaction, Liang Xiaoyu's courage seems to have become particularly big. Seeing that Xin Zezhao's stomach is full of anger and her face is black and terrible, she can't help but reach out and squeeze his pretty and cool cheek, which is quite a rogue.

Xin Zezhao was a little surprised. For a moment, he forgot how to react, so he let Liang Xiaoyu hum a little song and wipe oil on his face contentedly.

Looking at Liang Xiaoyu's complacent face, he seems not to take his anger as one thing at all. Xin Zezhao's anger is more exuberant, and he glances at her coldly.

Xin Zezhao's long, narrow, dark eyes are full of frost. Like a real ice arrow, he throws it at Liang Xiaoyu. He feels the terrible coldness. Liang Xiaoyu reflects that he just caught lice on the tiger's head again. He puts back his hand and laughs dryly.

The atmosphere between them became stiff again. There was a dead silence in the car, and the atmosphere remained unchanged until home.

Seeing that Xin Zezhao is going to stand still in the end, Liang Xiaoyu admits his fate and sighs. He puts on a look of knowing that he is wrong and slowly approaches him.

Xin Zezhao felt that the faint fragrance was gradually approaching him, and the alluring smell of Liang Xiaoyu was stirring his mind everywhere.