Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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If he was a little bit slack in eliminating his killing intent, he might be given a merciless Shen Jiang by the person in front of him.

But it was also like this that made Xie Zhuo's eager desires rise up.

He licked his lips, looking expectant.

He likes this kind of evenly matched duel the most, and he didn't think it was difficult enough in the first few worlds.

Zong Ze looked deeply at the person who was exactly the same as in the dream, and watched him stick out the tip of his lips and tongue slightly. The warm and moist feeling in the dream returned to his nerves at this moment.

At this moment, he could hardly bear to hold that man on the table, to taste whether the tip of that dishonest tongue was as soft and obedient as in the dream.

"Mr. Zong?" Under his gaze, Xie Zhuo's back was slightly tense, and his eyes were even more gentle.

and wait...

Wait for him to do it.

"Tonight, I'm going to see Zhou Ke." Zong Ze tried his best to move his eyes away from his overly ruddy lips, and said lightly, "You also come together."

Xie Zhuo frowned unconsciously: "I have an appointment with Li Xin tonight..."

He has already decided to brainwash that idiot Baitian to give up his plan to fight against Zong Ze.

Otherwise, this guy will implicate his father sooner or later.

"Xie Zhuo," Zong Ze lightly tapped on the table, "This is related to the cooperation between the two companies. As a middleman, shouldn't you be there?"

"Is that all your sincerity to me?"

Under his questioning, Xie Zhuo shrugged his mouth almost imperceptibly.

What is this guy pretending to do now?

When I don't know, have you already made an appointment with Zhou Ke?

However, he is still pretending to be confused now.

"Okay." Xie Zhuo hooked the corners of his lips, showing an extremely cute look.

The meeting that night was not on any serious occasion, even in a rather lively bar.

Zhou Ke lost his elite appearance during the day, and looked a little slutty.

These second generations naturally know how to enjoy themselves.

What surprised Xie Zhuo the most was Zong Ze. This man was still wearing a daytime shirt, but two buttons were slightly unbuttoned on the neckline, revealing a small piece of strong chest.

There was a bit of evil in those usually stern and cold eyes, and when the wine flowed into his mouth, there was a bit of drunkenness between his brows and eyes.

At this moment, Xie Zhuo seemed to feel the sound of people swallowing saliva beside him.

At this moment, he really wanted to say "you are so flirtatious" to Zong Ze.

But it's a pity that he is not so courageous yet, so he can only sip the wine to soothe his mood.

Zong Ze watched Xie Zhuo drink the concocted wine glass by glass in a calm manner, and watched his eyes show a gorgeous intoxication from the mixture of various wines.

He leaned over slightly, and whispered in Xie Zhuo's ear: "You are drunk, you can't drink any more."

Although those things look good, they are extremely powerful.

Xie Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, and the water in his eyes filled again: "Huh?"

He seemed to be really drunk, and even his reaction was half a beat slow.

Zong Ze unconsciously touched the end of his bright red eyes, thinking of the red and swollen eyes of his crying eyes in the dream.

His eyes darkened again, and he said like the most caring brother: "You can't drink too much of this wine, you are already drunk."

"Oh..." After a while, Xie Zhuo nodded slowly: "I'm drunk."

He felt it, but his excited and dull brain was urging him to drink more, get more drunk.

Caught off guard, he reached out his hand to Zong Ze's, took up the clear wine and poured it down his throat.