Chapter 93.2

Liang Xiaoyu doesn't know what Xin Zezhao wants to do, but finds that he just quietly hugs himself and closes his eyes to rest, and then slowly relaxes his tight body.

Seeing such a tired Xin Zezhao, Liang Xiaoyu's heart unconsciously flashed over the silk heartache. There seems to be a collapse in his heart, which is incredibly soft.

For a long time, Liang Xiaoyu didn't move because he was afraid of disturbing Xin Zezhao's rest. He silently endured his waist because it was straight and numb.

At this time, Xin Zezhao slowly opened his eyes and hugged Liang Xiaoyu. In a low and hoarse voice, he spoke again in Liang Xiaoyu's ear: "I'm hungry."

Then he let go of Liang Xiaoyu, but his eyes still looked at Liang Xiaoyu, the meaning of which was obvious.

"Well, I'll cook as long as you can."

Although Liang Xiaoyu is now inundated with compassion and maternal love because of Xin Zezhao's weak appearance, she still does not forget how much Xin Zezhao despised her cooking skills.

Xin Zezhao gently pulled the corner of his mouth, nodded and motioned Liang Xiaoyu to go quickly.

When Liang Xiaoyu is busy cooking for himself in the kitchen, Xin Zezhao takes a step on her thigh and lights a cigarette skillfully on the balcony.

Surrounded by the milky white smoke, Xin Zezhao's face gradually blurred. He didn't know why. He would want to come here tonight, since he learned that

Looking at Xiao Yu's figure in an apron, Xin Zezhao slowly remembers her long dead mother. She still remembers her loving face and careful care when she was a child. She is the only one in the world who doesn't ask for herself. She can be like others and doesn't need to rely on too much talent to prove her value.

The beautiful, generous, gentle and dignified mother didn't grow up with her, but her father told her not long ago that she had a half brother.

Knowing the news, Xin Zezhao's heart slightly aches and feels sorry for her mother. Her husband, whom she believes and supports with all her heart, has already betrayed her.

Xin Zezhao smokes quietly, immersed in the memory, until Liang Xiaoyu shouts his name, only to find that the cigarette in his hand is only the cigarette end.

As soon as he throws the cigarette end into the garbage can, Xin Zezhao comes to the table and looks at the steaming food Liang Xiaoyu has just cooked for him.

"Meat, not vegan." Liang Xiaoyu looks at Xin Zezhao staring at the dishes on the table. He mistakenly thinks that Xin Zezhao thinks that he will be perfunctory as he was last time, so he hastens to explain.

Xin Zezhao nodded slightly and sat down to eat slowly.

Liang Xiaoyu had been cooking several times before, but he missed it. For the first time, he ate a plain home cooked dish, and Xin Zezhao even thought it delicious.

The deep feeling in his heart slowly dispersed like the smoke just now, and Xin Zezhao's heart calmed down a lot, which made him feel better in this humble hut.

For the first time, he raised his head and looked at Liang Xiaoyu, who was struggling in the palm of his hand and struggling to survive in the cruel reality.

Looking at Liang Xiaoyu standing quietly beside him, without the usual edge of confrontation, I accidentally saw the books scattered on the other side of the table.

Xin Zezhao remembers that when he was on a business trip in G City, Liang Xiaoyu was wearing a self-cultivation suit, carrying a document bag and full of energy. He also remembered that he was too tired to sleep in bed with information, and that he was full of energy to fight with himself.

The more she recalled, the more she thought about it. She put down her chopsticks and said to Liang Xiaoyu, "Liang Xiaoyu, be my secretary."

A second ago, he was tired to death. Now he suddenly says that he wants to be his secretary? Is Xin Zezhao's thinking beating too fast?

Liang Xiaoyu can't help but have a few more black lines on his forehead. Speaking of the Secretary, He Tian is remembered. He Tian seems to have disappeared completely. He can't help but wonder. Liang Xiaoyu still asks.

"What field? I haven't seen him since I came back from my business trip. "

"He naturally has his own things to do. You just have to do your things well."

“…… I don't have the ability to be your secretary. "

Hearing Liang Xiaoyu's refusal, Xin Zezhao is not surprised. If Liang Xiaoyu can promise his own things so easily, it's not Liang Xiaoyu.

Just listen to Xin Zezhao's guidance: "Liang Xiaoyu, what are you working so hard for this month?"

"For..." To prove to Xin Hai that he is qualified to stand beside him and be a qualified wife, this sentence almost blurted out, but Xin Zezhao has been paying attention to himself this month?

"Don't you want to prove to those who once looked down on you how well you are now? Liang Xiaoyu, do you want to try to be my secretary, learn from me, and fight back against those people when you are strong enough? "

Xin Zezhao dropped a big bait and saw Liang Xiaoyu's hesitant expression, adding a fire: "after all, I am in an environment that you can't reach for decades."As the president, Xin Zezhao's business, means of doing things and dinner parties are very small, which he can't see. If he is his secretary, can he learn more? Is it faster to adapt to this society? Although Liang Xiaoyu was moved, he was still struggling.

Seeing Liang Xiaoyu wavering, Xin Zezhao threw out his last big move: "I also saved you once in the taxi, so you've made up your mind about this secretary."