Outright Favoritism

  Chapter 1223 Are you connoting me?

  Zong Zhan retracted his gaze, and glanced at the topographic map, "Si Luo gave it?"

   "Yes." Xiong Zexianbao clicked on it several times, "With this, if we copy from these three breads, we will definitely be able to catch turtles in the urn."

  Zong Zhan raised his head and looked at the woman who was smiling not far away, pursing his lips: "Go, let the person who didn't sleep last night go back to the tent and rest for three hours."

  Xiong Ze carefully collected the topographic map, and the leader ran to urge everyone to rest quickly.

  In an instant, everyone sitting in a circle got into their tents.

  On the originally lively lawn, only Siluo and Gu Chen looked at each other in an embarrassing manner.

   "Reporter Xi, come in."

  At this time, Zong Zhan opened the curtain and shouted.

   Shi Luo turned around and asked lazily: "What's the matter?"

   "It's about your other identity." Zong Zhan pocketed with one hand, with a particularly serious expression, "Come or not?"

  Gu Chen shook his head and slapped his tongue at Silo, "Fuck, do you really have another identity?"

   Xi Luo ignored her, stood up and walked towards Zong Zhan swiftly.

  In the tent, the light is unknown, only the small air-permeable window on the roof leaks in a faint light.

   Shi Luo stood at the door, looking around the small tent of only three or four square meters, and was stung by heart.

  The conditions are so hard that she feels distressed.

  Zong Zhan walked to the bed frame made of several wooden boards, and snarled at it, "Sleep?"

   "Not sleepy." Shi Luo slapped her chest and rubbed her toes on the ground. "You are not a human being. You asked me to come in just to sleep with you?"

  Zong Zhan leaned on the waist and sat on the half-upright log, took out the cigarette case and glanced at her distractedly, "You don't mind if you want to accompany me."

   Shi Luo turned around and was about to leave. If she occupies the small broken bed less than one meter, the man might have to sleep on the grass.

  As soon as she opened the door curtain, Zong Zhan slowly called out from behind, "Si Luo, can you please stop irritating me, my back pain is terrible..."

  The hand that lifted the curtain was so paused in the air, the next second, the woman still leaned out and left the tent.

  Zong Zhan frowned and was upset.

  Women’s occasional teasing and making trouble, as long as they are within a reasonable range, men can be regarded as small pleasures between lovers.

  But if it is regardless of occasion or location, the frequency will inevitably make people feel helpless and bored.

  Zong Zhan is patient with Shi Luo, but in special times, he can't be fettered by the love of his children, and he doesn't have so much energy to coax her.

  The man closed his eyes and squeezed his eyebrows. Cigarettes drifted across his fingertips, but he didn't smoke a bit.

When the rustling voice sounded again, Zong Zhan didn't open his eyes, but made a low voice, "Say."

  No one spoke, but the sound of footsteps got closer and closer.

  Zong Zhan frowned and lifted his eyelids, looking at the slim figure of Silo.

  His eyes flickered, his previous complicated emotions were broken by some unspeakable feelings, "Why are you back?"

   Shi Luo held a plaster in her hand, as well as mineral water and pills, which she obviously brought with her.

   "A person like you just wants to face and suffer." Silo crouched behind his back, chattering constantly, "If you are sick, you should sit in the back and have to run out and do it."

  Zong Zhan's throat rolled, supporting his knee with one hand, and said in a deep voice: "The last time, there must be a beginning and an end."

  "What is the last time?" Silo put the plaster on him, then handed him the pills and mineral water, "You came here bravely?"

  Zong Zhan: "..."

  He took the painkiller and looked up at the woman in front of him who was pinching his waist with his hands, "Can't you say something good?"

   Shi Luo wanted to confuse, but she couldn’t bear it, so she turned her face away and urged lukewarmly, "You hurry to sleep, I'll go..."

   "Together." Zong Zhan tugged her forearm, her figure was reflected in her deep eyes, "have you never rested since you entered the mountain last night?"

  Siluo nodded, "It’s no big deal not to sleep for one night, the most used to be..."

   "It used to be young." Zong Zhan said as he dragged her to the wooden bed.

   Shi Luo faintly stared at his back, and asked without a smile, "Are you saying I'm older?"

  The man didn’t speak up, as if he had acquiesced.

   Xi Luo squinted to kick him, but saw his slow footsteps, and then retracted his feet angrily.

  The taste of falling in love is actually not that great.

   is scrupulous and worried, she can't do it rashly.

  In the end, Shi Luo was still pulled by Zong Zhan and lay on a small simple broken bed. “Lie down for a while without being sleepy.

  The bed is too small, so it can make them lie down side by side.

  Xila looked at the tent above her head, feeling a little sour and sweet.

  I don’t know how long it took, she tilted her head to look to her side, and the man’s even breathing seemed to have fallen asleep.

  Xiluo turned sideways, her eyes fell on Zong Zhan’s face, the more she looked, the happier she became.

  In fact, men nowadays are definitely not handsome.

  The clothes were stained with dust, and the lower jaw was covered with stubble, but in Silo's view, this did not affect her growing affection.

  At this moment, the man with his eyes closed opened his mouth abruptly, rolled over and hugged her in his arms, "Need me to coax you to sleep?"

   "That's hypocritical." Silo smiled in her voice, pulling his arms to cushion the back of his neck, "sleeping."

  She did not refuse his hug, and even deliberately moved closer to him.

  Zongzhan's thin lips raised slightly, and Xi Luo was firmly put into his arms, and the two of them gradually fell into a deep sleep against their foreheads.

  ……

  Time is like water, silently slipping away from the fingers.

  On the seventh day after Silo came to Zong Zhan, the action team had already broken through a warehouse base of a criminal organization, and joined forces with Lao and Myanmar to destroy their base drug production site.

  Someone was injured in the team, but no one sacrificed.

  On this day, after the two sides fought, Xiong Ze received a shot in the shoulder due to negligence. Fortunately, no bones were injured, but the bullet pierced the muscles of his arms, which was a blessing.

  Someone is injured, and someone must be healed.

  So, Siluo found out that...Su Moshi was hiding in the action team.

  There seems to be something wrong.

  Su Lao Si, the sacred surgical hand, followed the group into the jungle, and Zong Zhan’s waist injury became more and more serious without reason.

  Si Luo seemed to smell the taste of conspiracy. After bandaging Xiong Ze in Su Mo, she whistled at him, "Come on, fourth Su, you come."

  Su Moshi knew that he couldn’t keep it, so he walked forward with a wry smile, "Sister Luo."

  Siluo glanced up and down, and asked playfully: "Don't you say that you only came in these two days."

  Su Lao Si nodded calmly, "It's really not. I was there from the beginning."

   "That Zong Cham waist..."

  Su Moshi cleared his throat, with a warm smile under his eyes, "No way, you are here, Brother 3 will not let me intervene."

   Shi Luo had an expression of ‘as expected’, "Keep hiding, as if I haven’t seen you."

  (End of this chapter)