Chapter 122.1

"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?"

"Open the door." As if to verify their own existence, the cold voice followed.

"Xin Zezhao?" Liang Xiaoyu opened the door suspiciously and saw the man who was on TV just now, but now suddenly appeared in front of his house.

"Well, it's me." Xin Zezhao, expressionless, walked in leisurely, and sat down on the sofa as if he were at home.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on the construction site now? " Liang Xiaoyu tries to calm his emotions and looks at Xin Zezhao in doubt.

"If you want to come, there's no reason." Xin Zezhao changed a comfortable posture, leaned back slightly, leaned on the sofa and spoke leisurely.

"Do you think my house is a hotel? Come if you want! " Liang Xiaoyu growled in a low voice.

"No, if you were a hotel, I would not just sit here." Xinzezhao eyebrow angle light pick, hook people's peach blossom eyes enchanting to look at Liang Xiaoyu.

"Who's kidding you?" Liang Xiaoyu couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said, "what are you doing here?"

Xin Zezhao thin lips slightly pursed, raised his hand and gently pointed to the corner of his eyes, "medicine!"

With Xin Zezhao's hand, Liang Xiaoyu saw a bruise. He suddenly remembered the scene of hero saving beauty he had just seen on TV. He felt sour in his heart.

Pretending to look away inadvertently, ignoring the twinkling of heartache on the tip of my heart, Liang Xiaoyu said, "don't you still have childhood friends growing up with you? Why do you have to go all the way to embarrass me? "

"Is it difficult for you to give me medicine?" Liang Xiaoyu's reluctant attitude makes Xin Zezhao unhappy.

"Yes! Anyway, regardless of your own injuries, you run to the construction site, and you are very handsome to save the beauty. Why do you have to come here for a little injury! It's not a dilemma. What is it? "

I can't say why, Liang Xiaoyu specially accentuated the four words "hero saves beauty", as if if if he didn't, he would be choked by the air in his heart.

"Anyway, you are responsible for my injuries, and you have always been the one who helped me with the medicine."