Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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After drinking the slightly salty soup, Xie Zhuo looked at the disappointed dog with a smile: "Are you full?"

Gouzi nodded quickly, then looked expectantly at Xie Zhuo again.

Xie Zhuo patted his dog's head: "Hold it."

He, the master, is not full, how can the little dirty dog ​​be full?

The little dirty dog ​​drooped its tail instantly, and shrank aside, not wanting to look at Xie Zhuo.

Coincidentally, Xie Zhuo didn't bother to talk to him.

He leaned against the head of the bed, and after suffering bouts of dizziness, he began to think about how to get out of this ghostly place.

But after thinking about it all afternoon, I had no clue.

It is easy to escape, but if this is the case, the book written by the original owner's father may never see the light of day again.

However, the original owner's obsession was to get his father's book published.

After thinking for a while, he sighed heavily.

Do you really want to accept the training of this small hall like the original owner, and then become a member of it?

Thinking that he would be forced to pick up the guests with a smile, Xie Zhuo couldn't help shivering.

He felt that he might beat those uncles who came to seek pleasure to death.

In the damn feudal society, people can be imprisoned if they make mistakes, how can they force good people into prostitution?

When he was at a loss, a person suddenly pushed the door open.

Xie Zhuo raised his eyes and saw a smiling old eunuch.

The old eunuch was chubby, with a warm smile on his face, but no one dared to despise him because of the smile on his face.

Just because this person is the owner of this small restaurant.

Under this smiling face, there are countless corpses thrown into mass graves.

If someone really took him as a good talker, he might not even know how to die.

"Are you awake?" He covered his nose with a white veil, as if he was afraid that the smell of blood in the room would hit him.

Xie Zhuo lowered his head, neither resisting nor speaking.

His father's book was in the old man's hands, and he was afraid.

"Our family likes to see your stubborn appearance," suddenly a hand climbed up from the chin, forcing Xie Zhuo to raise his head.

The moment those slippery hands touched him, Xie Zhuo only felt fear and nausea like being bitten by a poisonous snake.

His eyes showed the same resistance and resentment as the original owner, which intensified the satisfaction on the old eunuch's face.

"Yes, that's the expression." He said with a smile: "Men who come here for pleasure, what you want to see is your unyielding expression."

If not, there are so many small courthouses in the world, why do those rich guys have to come here to see the son of a criminal official?

Isn't it for the sake of making the former high-ranking guys look unwilling, but they have to bow their knees to serve themselves?

The old eunuch admitted that he also liked the expressions of these people.

These things that he used to kneel down and call him master, now finally fell into his hands.

With a little force in his hands, his nails sank into Xie Zhuo's chin, and he said sinisterly, "But what you see in your eyes, you can't have in your heart."

"Our family allows you to use this look to attract the uncle, but you are not allowed to hurt them at all."

Xie Zhuo lowered his eyes and said nothing, the smile on the old eunuch's face became even more sinister, and he said coldly, "Do you understand?"

Xie Zhuo's Adam's apple rolled, and after a long while, he whispered: "Understood."

The humiliation made the old eunuch's eyes flash with joy.

"Understood, then do it well." His expression softened again, and he scratched Xie Zhuo's face with his fingertips, leaving red marks.