Chapter 127.2

"Cough." The fresh air is constantly pouring into Liang Xiaoyu's nose, which makes her feel like a new life. It's like seeing death at the gate of death. Liang Xiaoyu has no doubt that Xin Zezhao really killed her just now.

The bruises of cyan and purple are reflected on the cool little Yu's white and delicate skin, which is really shocking. Xin Zezhao suddenly flashed a trace of regret and inadvertently turned his head.

"Liang Xiaoyu, don't challenge my bottom line again." Although the lacquer like eyes are clear to the bottom, there is no fluctuation, cold and silent.

In the face of the cold eyes like cold pool, Liang Xiaoyu turned away with a breath, but Qingling's Apricot eyes turned around, and at that moment they were filled with tears.

She walks away silently. Tears fall down with the rhythm of her steps. Liang Xiaoyu's heart hurts like a knife. She can't wait to escape from here and Xin Zezhao's side.

Jian Zhang's domineering tension here is different. After Xin Zezhao and Liang Xiaoyu left, Xin Jingyu continued his work with a warm smile as if nothing had happened.

"Xiao Li, please come to the hospital with me to visit the injured workers. Remember to be ready for the condolence." Xin Jingyu's gentle voice rose faintly.

"Well, all the workers who are still in hospital are seriously injured, and some of the workers who are slightly injured are discharged from hospital and live at home. Are we going to go there to express our sympathy? "

"Well, every family should go over and have a look, and deal with it properly afterwards. Ze Zhao is not free now. Let me do this little thing for him. The company will always send someone out. "

Xiao Li cleans up all the comforts and eagerly follows Xin Jingyu to run errands behind him.

"This is a bit of our company's intention. Take it and take good care of yourself." Xin Jingyu politely handed an envelope to the pale, slightly dry and rough hands on the hospital bed.

At this time, Xiao Li, who had been standing quietly beside him, put in a witty remark: "this is the young master of the Mudong family of Xin group. Guoqiang, you are really lucky. Such a big man comes to visit you in person. You should cherish your fortune and get better soon."

The worker Guoqiang, who was only slightly moved, was very excited when he heard the real identity of the man in front of him: "this I didn't expect that the young master of the Xin family would come here... "

"You can rest assured that hings will not leave you." Xin Jingyu's sincere eyes and gentle tone greatly comforted the workers who had been lying on the hospital bed for many days. With such a guarantee, he was relieved.

"Thank you so much. I'll work harder when I'm ready!" Guoqiang's eyes were filled with tears and excitement.

"Let's take care of the injury first. Health is the most important thing. I won't disturb you to have a rest. I'll go to see other workers again..." Xin Jingyu got up with a smile, left the ward with vigorous steps, and went on to the next ward.

"The young master of the Xin family is really a good man!" Guoqiang looked at the door and watched Xin Jingyu's figure fade away. He could not help but sigh in a low voice. His rough hand quietly clenched the envelope bag in his hand.

After Xin Jingyu visited each family one by one, he found that the sky had already become dark and rich as if it had been splashed with ink.

After a busy day, Xin Jingyu was free and alone. He skillfully lit a cigarette for himself and leaned lazily against the car body. The light smoke covered all his figures and blurred his angular outline

"Mr. Xin, there will be a dinner with Zhao Ju at seven tonight." Liang Xiaoyu tries to keep her calm and reminds her formulaically.

Xin Zezhao didn't even raise his head. He answered, "well. I see. Go down and get ready. "

Liang Xiaoyu was a little disappointed, but the color of disappointment just blinked away. Although they had a tacit understanding on that day, they didn't mention it again, but it was like a thorn, deeply rooted in Liang Xiaoyu's heart.

"Brother Zezhao!" The light soft voice sounds like pinching and clocking on time. As soon as Liang Xiaoyu raises her eyes, she sees he Yalin who comes to report with her lunch box at noon every day.

"Miss He." Liang Xiaoyu smiles politely.

"Sister Liang." Different from Liang Xiaoyu's reserved and appropriate smile, he Yalin has a big smile on her beautiful face, like a delicate petal.

"I'll go back to work first." Liang Xiaoyu nodded slightly, straightened his waist and stepped on stiletto heels.

The clear and melodious voice, like a yellow warbler, sounded briskly, and a trace of it penetrated into Liang Xiaoyu's ears: "brother Zezhao, you see, this is Aunt Mei's best dish!"

Liang Xiaoyu couldn't help but show a bitter smile. When she left, she gently closed the door of the president's office, isolating the chirping voice.

I'm just a plaything. What's the difference between me and Miss Qian Jin who grew up with me. Liang Xiaoyu tried his best to restrain the continuous surge of bitterness and self relief.The dim night quietly hung up a bright moon. Liang Xiaoyu cleaned up his mood and put on his face a proper smile that he had practiced in front of the mirror for countless times.

"Zhao Bureau." With a smile of Xiaoyu, Xin Zezhao greets the man in front of him: "it's really hard to have a dinner with Zhaoju."