Outright Favoritism Chapter 1181: : Sister is not your memo

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

And he can do this, 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 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 lunar month, it's spring.

But the emperor is still cold in spring.

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

It's rare for the couple to come back together, and Father Zong inevitably started talking about having children again when he was happy.

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 hasn't blossomed for almost two years." After that, Zong Hesong sighed resentfully, "The old man Duanmu next door has been holding two great-grandsons for three years. Heaven show off with me endlessly. Xiaoyue, did you hear me."

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

"Hurry up if I hear it." Zong Hesong slapped down the table feigningly, staring at Zong Yue's belly, 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."

That 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 breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the old man's attention was completely diverted.

I'm sorry, Sanshu, 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 the jeep through the streets and alleys, and almost searched for the places that Silo often haunted, but he found nothing.

If this woman is not 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 he had dialed Xi Luo's phone, and the beep in the receiver was no longer unreachable.

Siluo's dumb voice was a little soft, "what's wrong, big head. Long?"

"Where?" Zong Zhanjun's face was cold, and he kept pressing the phone's fingertips, his joints were faintly white.

Silo 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."

"Are, 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.

Siluo said: "Find it yourself."

"Toot toot--"

Zong Zhan held up his cell phone and gave a fuck, then called, Shi Luo began to pretend not to answer.

He suspects that this woman is 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.

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

It's **** owed.

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 loud closing sound caused Silo to shake her hand, and half a cup of warm water was spilled, which wetted the chiffon shirt on her chest.

Zong Zhan walked into the living room with a chill, and when he looked up, he saw Silo standing at the entrance of the dining room expressionless.

Inexplicably, most of his anger disappeared.

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

Zong Zhan's expression just eased, and the clouds are over again, "Silo, I said I didn't say not to run around in the Imperial Capital?"

"What did you say that you didn't know?" Silo 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 long, sister is not your memo ."

Zong Zhan: "..."

He has seen a lot of women with a lot of tongues, but he has never seen a woman like Shi Luo who can speak and be ashamed.

He was often dumbfounded.

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

Siluo made a ball of tissue and stuffed it directly into his palm, "Thank you."

"Si Luo." Zong Zhan threw away the tissues, and just about to talk, the phone in Xi Luo's pocket buzzed. She took out a look. There was no note on the number, but it was very familiar.

The woman's hidden sly eyes suddenly burst into a smile of unknown meaning, "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 Capital."

Uncle Zong on the other end didn't know what he said, but Shi Luo 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.

Siluo is too pretentious, not only cunning, but also bad.

Doesn't the uncle Zong see her nature?

At this time, Xi Luo turned upstairs, Zong Zhan moved forward, and the woman spoke at the right time, "Big head. Long, will send me out soon."

"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 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 My phone and mobile phone were stolen, and I don’t have any cash. I may not be able to take a taxi to visit you..."

"Huh?" Silo 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 Xi Luo said one last sentence before hanging up the phone, "Okay, listen to you. I'm at No. 32, Beiyuan, Dijing. Uncle Zong, you are really the most amiable uncle I have ever seen."