Chapter 124.2

"No, I can go back myself. You'd better go and help yourself first."

"Not everyone is as amusing as I am. Let me be a flower protector to ensure that you will be sent home unharmed." Xin Jingyu said seriously and with a request.

"I really don't have to. In broad daylight, and I'm pretty safe." Liang Xiaoyu held back his thoughts and laughed at himself, refusing Xin Jingyu's kindness.

"Well, it seems that my joke scared you just now. I'm sorry." Xin Jingyu gently stood up, "I have no malice, but you don't like this, I will not, but let the girl go back alone, I still can't do it. I'll leave when I see you in the taxi, OK? "

Xin Jingyu had already said so. Liang Xiaoyu had to nod his head and promise, "well."

Elegant and noble, like a prince, Xin Jingyu stood quietly beside the taxi and said goodbye to Liang Xiaoyu with a smile. When the taxi carrying Liang Xiaoyu left, Xin Jingyu suddenly gathered a smile on his face.

Just like the spring breeze, the warm air disappears, and the soft lines return to their original rigid features. The eyebrows and eyes are the same as Xin Zezhao, very cold.

The slender finger with thin cocoon skillfully and quickly pressed a series of numbers on the key and dialed a telephone.

"It's me." A low and magnetic voice rose in the air. After the other party got through the phone, Xin Jingyu held a cold smile, and the sense of unattainable distance suddenly came into being.

"What's the matter?" Hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone intermittently, "have you dealt with everything?"

"Well, soon."

"What are you calling for?" Hoarse low slightly with old voice implied warning: "don't blame I didn't remind you, small can't bear is big plan."

"I just want to tell you that he should have guessed something." Xin Jingyu seems to be in the mood of watching a good play, making a light voice.

"He? Ah... " Extremely disdainful tone, "you just need to take care of you now, he, not yet."

The picture on the phone is busy. Knowing that Xin Jingyu has nothing particularly important, he hangs up the phone in a hurry, leaving Xin Jingyu alone on the phone with a complicated look.

Late autumn is filled with cold fog, and a touch of bright red color is straight ahead, scattered a lot of air conditioning.

He Yalin once again came to Xinshi group in a high-profile manner. Her smooth and sagging hair was gently pulled up, and her eyebrow angle was slightly picked up, which added a provocative style to her serenity.

Because she had been ordered in advance, he Yalin came to the president's office all the way, and her hand was still the square lunch box she was carrying.

"Brother Zezhao." He Yalin gently knocked on the door, but unexpectedly found that the door was not closed tightly. With a push, she moved gently and walked to Xin Zezhao standing in front of the French window.

"Brother Zezhao." He Yalin gently called after her, but she didn't get any response. She was puzzled, but she didn't call Xin Zezhao again. Instead, she went forward and gently pulled Xin Zezhao's clothes.

Feeling touched by something, Xin Zezhao reacts and looks back with doubts, "Yalin? When did you come? "

"I just came!" Sensing that Xin Zezhao's eyes fell on him, he Yalin immediately raised a big smile and opened her lips gently: "brother Zezhao, you must be very busy recently. I specially learned some moves from Aunt Mei and made some dishes you love."

"Hard work." Xin Zezhao's cold eyes flashed a trace of warmth. He gently rubbed his hand on the top of he Yalin's head.

He Yalin, who always pays attention to Xin Zezhao, does not miss the rare warmth like silk. She says in a soft voice: "brother Ze Zhao, please give me a try and see if I have made any progress?"

As soon as Liang Xiaoyu pushed the door in, she saw he Yalin, who had soft eyes because of her coquetry. She inadvertently swept her eyes and saw he Yalin's square box on the table.

Liang Xiaoyu secretly hides the box he is carrying behind him without any trace. His apricot eyes, whose eyes are like clear water, stare directly at Xin Zezhao. He Yalin's eyes are opposite with warmth.

One is tall and straight like a bamboo, and the other is delicate and sweet. It seems that she is so right from afar. Liang Xiaoyu feels a pain in her heart and retreats quietly before Xin Zezhao and he Yalin find themselves.

But unexpectedly, while closing the door, he felt a sharp, cold and icy look in his eyes, which suddenly shot at him. Liang Xiaoyu sighed gently, and he was still found.

"Yalin, just leave it here. I'll eat it when I'm finished."

"Anyway, I don't have anything to do. Just like when I was a child, I have dinner with brother Zezhao, OK?"

He Yalin's delicate and lovely face, like a porcelain doll, flashed the look of memory and longing. She gently opened the lid of the square box and prepared chopsticks for Xin Zezhao.

Without waiting for Xin Zezhao to respond, he Yalin skillfully pulled a chair and sat down, holding her chin with one hand and looking at Xin Zezhao with her face."Well, I'll try."

Xin Zezhao sat down with Xiaoyu's smile, but his noble and elegant spirit could not be concealed, even if he was carrying an ordinary lunch box.

After a few sips, Xin Zezhao put down his chopsticks and put forward his opinion to the point: "I can see that she studied with Aunt Mei very carefully. Aunt Mei should be very satisfied with you, right?"