Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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But Xie Zhuo knew that this person was only on the surface.

His heart was dirtier than the floor beneath his feet.

Yuan Shuo investigated Xie Zhuo long before he got married, and now he has no intention of talking to him anymore, he just coughed lightly and said indifferently: "Let's go, go see your mother."

After he finished speaking, the servant behind him pushed the wheelchair and walked out.

Xie Zhuo straightened his fine clothes, stepped forward and pushed the servant aside, and said with a smile: "Husband, I'll push you."

That sincere husband made Yuan Shuo pause slightly.

He chuckled lightly and said, "Alright, sorry for the trouble, lady."

The two called each other a lady and husband, but there was no intimacy in their expressions.

And the servant at the side also stared at this scene in a daze.

As Shizi's confidant, he naturally knows about Shizi's wife.

The guy who swore to that bastard yesterday that he wouldn't give an adult's attention, why is he so considerate?

The wheels of the wheelchair made a screeching sound on the slate, and the servants and servants who came and went lowered their heads automatically when they heard the sound, not daring to look at the two newlywed masters.

After being so quiet for less than a moment, Xie Zhuo noticed a look in his eyes.

There was distress in those eyes, and even more consternation.

Following that line of sight, Xie Zhuo saw a man who was not bad looking.

He stared at his hand pushing Yuan Shuo, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Husband, that man is looking at us." Xie Zhuo bent down and spoke to Yuan Shuo in an intimate manner.

Feeling the breath next to his ear, the man's expression was still elegant, but there was a vague coldness.

He doesn't like others to be too close to him, and he doesn't like to be treated so frivolously.

Yuan Shuo's face turned pale, he covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed lightly, then said weakly: "That's my younger brother, maybe he wants to say hello to you and me."

While talking, people from a distance rushed over.

Yuan Bin finally looked at Xie Zhuo sadly, then lowered his eyes and saluted: "See you, brother."

"En." Yuan Shuo lowered his eyes and responded lightly.

Yuan Bin was used to his indifferent temperament, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

This person probably didn't know that the wife behind him had already become his eyeliner, and he didn't even know that his father was planning to turn himself into a prince after his funeral.

So what about being noble?Isn't it an early death?

With an indescribable sense of superiority, Yuan Bin felt a little relieved in his heart.

He straightened up, and said politely: "Brother, father said that after you pay your respects to the eldest princess, go see him too."

The eldest princess is the daughter of King Zhao, so she couldn't be named a princess.

But she married the son of the Duke of England at a time when it was critical to seize the throne. The Duke of England has won the military power for His Majesty.

Because of this, His Majesty appointed her as the eldest princess after he ascended the throne, becoming the only one in the clan.

Over the years, the military power in the hands of the Duke of England has been gradually withdrawn by His Majesty. As a result, the relationship between the Duke of England and the eldest princess has become more and more tense, and they have not lived together for a long time.

Now, even if Yuan Shuo wanted to meet his elders, he would do so separately.

However, this is a good thing for him.

Only when the British Duke hates the mother and son can the status of him and his mother become more stable.

When this son died, he would truly welcome the light.

Yuan Shuo glanced lightly: "Understood."