Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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The few steps he took with a soft voice could not have any effect on the drunk, but Xie Zhuo somehow sensed a hint of danger.

The stretched muscles against his clothes were ready to go, as if they were going to drag him into the abyss with all their strength in the next moment.

He broke away from the hazy tearful eyes, and looked at the man with misty eyes, and there was still a halo of water in the dark round pupils.

"Zong Ze." He called that name inarticulately, as if coquettishly said: "Can you rub it for me?"

After a pause, he said wronged again: "No, I'll rub it for you."

Even when he was drunk, he still had a little fear of this person.

Moreover, the last sliver of clarity in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness told him not to mess with this person, and to eliminate his killing intent.

Dazed by alcohol, Xie Zhuo just grabbed Zong Ze's collar like that, pressed his lips against his neck and whispered: "Can you not kill me?"

The soft lips pressed against the neck one after another, which should be the most secret intimacy, but it didn't soften Zong Ze's deep eyes.

He clasped the hands on Xie Zhuo's waist and tightened slightly: "Oh?"

He lowered his eyes and looked at Xie Zhuo: "Why do you think so?"

In his opinion, he had never shown such an intention.

Moreover, he has always abided by the law and will never do such illegal things.

At most, some minor accidents would happen to Xie Zhuo.

"I... I just know." Xie Zhuo's lips moved upward slowly, as if whispering: "I also know that you will take away all the property of the Xie family in the future."

"I feel uncomfortable. A car was sent directly to the bottom of the river."

"Really?" Zong Ze looked down at his misty eyes, trying to find some clarity.

He whispered coaxingly, "How do you know these things?"

If Xie Zhuo still provoked him like before, he might indeed do that kind of thing.

But why did Xie Zhuo, who never knew his style of dealing with things, know him so well?

The man's eyes were deep, and he looked at Xie Zhuo with a lot of inquiry.

"I just know." Xie Zhuo groaned, "But I don't want to die."

He rubbed Zong Ze's face coquettishly: "The water is so cold, I regret it so much."

"I'm not going against you, okay? You let me go."

As if he was very excited again, the tears in his eyes became more abundant.

This should be Zong Ze's favorite scene, a drop of tears fell down with small sobs, like scattered pearls.

However, the pearls were too hot, and the instant Zong that dripped on the skin seemed to be scalded.

The hand that clasped the slender waist tightened more and more, while the other hand wiped away Xie Zhuo's tears softly: "Don't cry."

"Good boy, tell me, how do you know?" How did this person know him so well?

"I just know." But Xie Zhuo's mouth was tightly closed at this moment, even a hint of vigilance appeared in his misty eyes.

"I just know it……"

His voice was vague, but he fell asleep with his forehead resting on Zong Ze's shoulder.

Hearing the steady breathing beside him, Zong Ze snorted after a long time: "That's all."

If you don't say it, don't say it, he always has a chance to know.

The car slowly stopped in front of Xie's villa, and Zong helped him up and entered the house.

The moment Xie's couple saw the two brothers coming back together, they were surprised first, and then endlessly surprised.

They always expect these two people to get along well.