Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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"My father hit me." Xie Zhuo yawned and said lazily.

For a moment, the expression on Zhao Mo's face was stunned.

After a long while, he said slowly: "Master, how could Master?"

The young master is his own son, how could he put such a heavy hand on him?

Xie Zhuo sneered: "Isn't it your fault?"

Real surprise flashed in Zhao Mo's eyes, he was not at home, how could he be blamed?

What's more, the master will not do anything to the young master just because he is a servant.

Seeing this guy's dazed look after only a moment, Xie Zhuo's forehead twitched: "Put away your stupid look!"

Otherwise, he will feel that his husband has hired him for nothing.

"My lord, what's going on here?" Thinking of the young master's beautiful body being injured because of him, Zhao Mo felt as if he had been pinched by something, and felt a dull pain.

"It's nothing, it's just that the old man doesn't believe that I can handle the business affairs well, and thinks that I'm taking human lives carelessly."

Xie Zhuo was so angry that he patted the edge of the bed: "Why can't I handle it?"

Now that everyone is back, isn't he doing well?

Zhao Mo agreed deeply: "Young master is unparalleled in resourcefulness, how can it be so rare for a mere caravan to defeat you?"

Xie Zhuo: "..."

His mouth, which he wanted to brag about, suddenly shut down, and he was still unparalleled in resourcefulness?

This guy, the filter for him is a bit too thick, how can this make him embarrassed?

"Ahem, don't talk about this." Embarrassed by this question, Xie Zhuo said, "You came back alone, where is the caravan?"

"It's a little late to enter the city today. I'll have people stop outside the city and enter the city early tomorrow morning."

And he couldn't wait to see the young master, so he came back first.

"How about making money?" Xie Zhuo nodded, and then changed the topic to what he cared about most.

How much money he makes this time depends on how he wants to live this year.

A gleam of admiration flashed in Zhao Mo's eyes: "Young Master's candy is very good, and the harvest is very good."

While speaking, he took out the ledger from the bookcase at hand and handed it to Xie Zhuo.

Numerous numbers appeared in Xie Zhuo's eyes, making his heavy eyelids even heavier.

He cheered up and read a few lines, and after confirming that the harvest was really good, he threw the ledger aside: "Not bad."

Then, he lowered his eyes to look at the book box, with a hint of suspicion in his expression: "Why do I think this book box looks familiar?"

Like the one in his study?

But I'm not sure, after all, he really doesn't read much.

Zhao Mo pursed his lips and said softly: "This is the book of war you gave me, and Xie Nan gave it to me."

Along the way, he had read all these books, and he did not disappoint the young master's order.

"Really?" Show me to have a look.

A flash of interest flashed in Xie Zhuo's eyes, and he stretched out his hand lazily.

Zhao Mo stared at the snow-white fingertips, lowered his eyes, opened the bookcase and handed the top one to the young master.

When the book fell into the young master's hand, Zhao Mo unconsciously turned his eyes to his own.

It was a copper color tanned by the sun, and it was a completely different color from the young master's white, but the moment it mixed with that white, it caused more ripples in his heart.

Covering the thoughts in his eyes with drooping eyes, he put the book in Xie Zhuo's hand, and then returned it.

Xie Zhuo lazily opened the book: "Let me test...you."

He paused in an unrecognizable voice, looked at the blood-soaked pages, and said in a deep voice, "Are you injured?"