Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 1181 Sister is not your memo

  The big brother Li Jun will find Shaoyan, and write down the symptoms of physical discomfort to Shang Yu, 80% of it is difficult to tell.

  And he can do this step, Li Qiao guessed that their husband and wife should have reached a consensus on certain things.

  It’s no wonder that at the dinner table tonight, she obviously felt that the relationship between her elder brother and sister-in-law was very delicate, not as respectful as before.

  ...

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Li Qiao and Shang Yu set off for Pama.

  According to Nanyang festival customs, Li Jun also accompanied Zong Yue back to the Imperial Palace.

  On the second day of the first month, spring is beginning.

  But the Imperial Capital is still cold in spring.

  Zong Yue and Li Jun returned to the old house of the Zong family. Except for the grandfather Zong Hesong and mother Liang Wanhua, the third uncle Zongzhan was not there.

  It's rare for the couple to come back together. The old man Zong was happy and inevitably began to talk about having children again.

  Zong Yue sat in the hall, lowered his head and said hesitantly: "Grandpa, actually I..."

   "Master, Xiaoyue and I are still working hard. If we have news, we must tell you in advance." Li Jun squeezed Zong Yue's wrist under the table and forcibly cut off her words, solemnly assured Zong Hesong.

"What's the use of hard work? It has been almost two years and it hasn't blossomed." After that, Zong Hesong sighed resentfully, "The old man next door Duanmu has been holding two great-grandsons for three years, and he has been with me all day long. Show off endlessly. Xiaoyue, don't you hear me."

  Zong Yue's little chicken nodded like a peck, "I heard it, grandpa."

   "Hurry up if you hear it." Zong Hesong slapped the table angrily, and kept staring at Zong Yue's stomach, wishing he could hug the great-grandson right away.

   Seeing this, Zong Yue’s eyes flashed a narrow, pointedly asking: "Grandpa, you take the time to urge Sanshu, if he gets married, maybe he will be faster than me?"

   "He?" Zong Hesong snorted coldly, "That stinky boy, love knots."

  The stinky boy picks and chooses all day long, and introduces him to how many ladies, who either dislikes the woman's lack of character or looks down on the woman's looks.

  Zong Hesong even thought that Zong Zhan had some orientation problems.

  After all, I joined the military at a young age, and there was no woman around me for so many years. I don’t know if the parts are not working well, or I am not interested in women anymore.

  In short, it is better to urge Zongyue to give birth to Zong Zhan.

  Zong Yue sighed with relief when he saw that the old man's attention was completely diverted.

  I'm sorry, Uncle San, can you help me with a pot.

  At the same time, Zong Zhan, who was forced to top the pot, looked for Silo aimlessly in the Imperial City.

  He drove a jeep through the streets and walked the alleys, almost searching for the places that Shi Luo frequented, but he still found nothing.

  This woman is no longer obedient, he doesn't mind signing a contract with her again!

  At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zong Zhandi didn't know how many times she had dialed Xi Luo's call, and the prompt tone in the receiver was no longer unreachable.

   Xi Luo’s dumb voice was a little soft, "what's wrong, Shou. Long?"

   "Where is it?" Zong Zhanjun's face was cold, and he pinched the phone's fingertips with constant force, and the joints were faintly white.

   Shi Luo seemed to be drinking water, and it seemed to drink endlessly.

  Zong Zhan listened to the voice at that end, and after a long wait, the woman said lazily: "Are you talking nonsense? Of course I am at home."

  "At, who, home?" Zong Zhan paused, even if he couldn't see each other's expressions on the phone, he could still hear his extremely low and unpleasant tone.

   Shi Luo said: "Find it yourself."

   "Beep toot—"

  Zong Zhan held up his mobile phone and gave a fuck, then called, Shi Luo began to pretend to be dead.

  He suspected that this woman was here to test his bottom line.

  Half an hour later, Zong Zhan returned to Dijing Beiyuan. He didn't believe Xi Luo would be here because he had already looked for it this morning.

  And the woman’s mobile phone does not know who has been implanted with the anti-tracking firewall, even his technology cannot locate her location.

  Fucking owe.

  Feicheng Baiyan, Pama Liqiao, both ears are hot, as if someone is talking about them.

  Zong Zhan parked the car, walked into the hallway, and slammed the door very vigorously.

  The huge sound of closing the door caused Xi Luo's hand to shake, and the full cup of warm water spilled half a cup and wet the chiffon shirt on her chest.

  Zong Zhan walked into the living room with his body full of chills, and when he looked up, he saw Silo standing expressionless at the entrance of the dining room.

  Inexplicably, most of his anger has gone away.

  Siluo slowly wiped the water stains on his shirt, pinched the cup and raised his eyelids, "The man who slammed the door is the most unsavory, why don't you throw landmines?"

  Zongzhan’s expression just eased, and the clouds were once again clouded, "Si Luo, I said I didn’t say not to run around in the Imperial Capital?"

   "What did you say that you didn't know?" Xi Luo gave him a white look, walked to the coffee table and pulled out a tissue and pressed it on the wet fabric. "Ask me about this and that all day, sister is not your memo."

  Zong Zhan: "..."

  He has seen many women with bright tongues, but he has never seen a woman like Shi Luo who can talk and talk.

  He was often speechless.

  Zong Zhan strode to bring her in front of her, reaching out to lift her chin, and then...

   Xi Luo made a ball of tissue and stuffed it directly into the palm of his hand, "Thank you."

   "Si Luo." Zong Zhan threw away the tissue, and just about to talk, the phone in Xi Luo's pocket buzzed. She took it out and found the number without remarks, but it was very familiar.

  The woman's eyes with her sly light concealed her sly eyes and suddenly smiled, "Hey, Uncle Zong, a good Chinese New Year."

  Zong Zhan: "???"

  Emperor Jingzong has many surnames, but Shi Luo's respectful Uncle Zong sounds like a very good woman.

   "Yes, I'm still in Imperial Palace."

  Uncle Zong on the other end didn't know what he said, but she saw Silo chuckled pretentiously, "You are an elder, how dare I brush your kindness, Uncle Zong, see you later."

  Pretentious!

  This is Zong Zhan’s only feeling.

   Shi Luo can be too pretentious, not only cunning, but also a bad stomach.

   Couldn't the uncle Zong see her nature?

  At this time, Xi Luo turned upstairs, Zong Zhan took a step forward, and the woman spoke at the right time, "Big head. Long, will send me out in a while."

   "Are you ashamed to ask your employer to send you out?" Zong Zhan pinched his waist with one hand, "You can ask me to try!"

Siluo laughed twice, then poked it twice with her mobile phone, and then brought it to her ear again. In the living room, she could only hear the woman's pretending bleak voice, "Uncle Zong, I'm so sorry, my wallet and mobile phone were I stole it, and I don’t have any cash. I may not be able to take a taxi to visit you..."

   "Huh?" Shi Luo smiled slyly, but said in a flattered tone: "Is that appropriate?"

  Zong Zhan sneered, becoming less and less of the uncle Zong in her mouth.

  It just so happened that before Shi Luo hung up the phone, she said one last sentence, "Okay, listen to you. I'm at No. 32, Beiyuan, Dijing. Uncle Zong, you are really the most amiable uncle I have ever seen."

  (End of this chapter)