Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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"Shaking for what? Afraid of me?" Xie Zhuo tapped his celestial cap lightly, and spoke slowly.

"No... dare not." If he knew this was a regular visitor here, he wouldn't ask the fellow to come in.

"By the way, didn't you take 50 yuan? Why are you still working here?" Xie Zhuo lowered his eyes and asked curiously.

"I... I didn't dare to take it." Gao Yue smiled wryly: "I'm afraid of going to jail."

After that night, he transferred the money back.

"Coward." Xie Zhuo's icy whip slowly lowered, touching Gao Yue's chin to make him face himself.

"You paid back the money, isn't my suffering in vain?"

Gao Yue did not understand the logic in Mr. Xie's words, but this did not prevent him from noticing Xie Zhuo's displeasure, and his face turned pale at that moment.

"Mr. Xie, I..."

He muttered, but suddenly found that Xie Zhuo's eyes were no longer focused on him.

Following his gaze, Gao Yue saw a very dignified and elegant man coming from the main entrance.

The man has an elegant temperament, and the moment he entered here, the air seemed to be a little less hot.

But Gao Yue's face turned even paler.

This is Shi Yan, the person Mr. Zhao asked him to drug.

Why is he so unlucky today that he will meet a client all of a sudden?

When Shi Yan caught a glimpse of Xie Zhuo, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Xie Zhuo from top to bottom, and when he saw him pressing the black riding whip against the young man's chin, his eyes paused unconsciously.

After that day, he had a dream.

Dreamed of Xie Zhuo's long legs and excessively white skin.

The man on that floor who had said that his legs were pretty, crossed his legs unwillingly with tears in his eyes.

Shi Yan frowned, and threw the too absurd dream behind him.

"Mr. Shi?" The itch in Xie Zhuo's heart these days completely exploded the moment he saw Shi Yan.

He took back the whip and beat the horse towards Shi Yan.

The horse obediently stopped less than half a meter away from the time delay, Xie Zhuo looked down at the man like this: "Long time no see, miss me?"

Shi Yan didn't lift his eyelids: "Get out of the way."

Maybe it was because of that dream, he felt a little unable to face the person in front of him now.

He just felt sick when he had that kind of thought about someone who hated him.

"Tsk, it's still so indifferent." Xie Zhuo sighed sadly, stretching out his horsewhip as if to pick Shi Yan's chin: "It really makes me sad."

When Shi Yan caught a glimpse of the whip from the corner of his eye, he somehow remembered the waiter just now.

He raised his head, being teased by the person in front of him like an obscenity, obedient and pitiful.

Shi Yan's expression suddenly turned cold, and he stretched out his hand to grab Xie Zhuo's wrist, the bruises there had just dissipated within a few days.

"What? Is Mr. Shi going to leave a mark of love on me again?"

Xie Zhuo didn't struggle at all, but the gaze that looked at Shi Yan became more and more presumptuous.

As if with a hook in his eyes, he unbuttoned Shi Yan imperceptibly, took off his shirt, and exposed him to the sun.

Shi Yan hated this kind of frivolous gaze, he should have pulled the person in front of him off his horse, and should have broken his wrist.

However, somehow.

But he just clasped the wrist, grabbed the whip from it and threw it aside.

"Mr. Xie, you are boring."

It's boring to provoke him, and it's also boring to tease the waiter in this racecourse.

Xie Zhuo clasped the rein with one hand, leaning back and forth with a smile: "Really? But I think being with Mr. Shi is the most interesting thing."