Outright Favoritism Chapter 1182: : Barbed sickle

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The sneer on Zong Zhan's face became more and more serious, "I lost my phone and wallet, did you call him with brain waves?"

Siluo squinted at him, twisted his waist and walked upstairs, "I dare to say that, I can lie naturally, so I won't bother with the big head. Long blind worry about it."

Zong Zhan stepped on the coffee table with one leg, with his arms bent on his knees, "Ms. Xi, do I agree that you go out?"

The woman stepped up without looking back, "I still don't agree with you panting, do you listen?"

Zong Zhan: "..."

People say that women are thorny roses, but Zong Zhan feels that they are not accurate enough. At least Shi Luo is not a thorny rose, it is simply a **** wild horse with thorns.

……

Forty minutes later, Silo wore a very intellectual and elegant woolen dress and coat, and returned to the living room from the upper floor with two bottles of Noble Rot Sweet White.

Zong Zhan put his legs on the coffee table, swaying his toes and smoking a cigarette comfortably, "Siluo, don't blame the third brother for not reminding you, if you dare to go out this door today, I will let you..."

"Ding Dong——"

Siluo tidyed up the hem of his coat, and snarled at the entrance, "Okay, then you can open the door and get people away."

Zong Zhan squinted his eyes for an instant, "has changed? So obedient?"

"No way, people are under the eaves." Silo urged him innocently, "Go, I'll wait for your good news."

Three seconds later, Zong Zhan dusted the soot from the legs of his trousers. When he got up and walked towards the hallway, he vaguely felt that the two bottles of noble rot sweet white in her hand were a bit familiar.

As soon as the door opened, Zong Zhan secretly gave a secret, it was a limited edition collection in his wine cellar, "Silo, you fucking..."

"San Ye?" Steward Chen outside the door was dumbfounded.

Zong Zhan stood on the spot, looking at Steward Chen with a gloomy face, completely ignoring the precious rot in the collection, "Old Chen? What are you doing?"

Steward Chen took off the earbags in surprise, "The old man asked me to pick up Miss Xi at No. 32, Dijing Beiyuan... This is No. 32, right."

"Yes, yes, Uncle Chen, I'm here!" Xi Luo carried two bottles of noble rot sweet white and floated out with a smile, "I'm sorry to have you run here, I can't take it easy."

For a moment, Zong Zhan felt that he was demented.

When the housekeeper Chen saw Xi Luo, he immediately rubbed his hands and smiled naively: "Miss Xi, you are welcome, and let's go. The old man is still waiting for you to play mahjong with him."

"Old Chen." Zong Zhan pressed his cheeks, his eyes were displeased, "She and the old man..."

Steward Chen quickly answered: "Ms. Xi is a good old friend at first sight."

"Forget? What? What?"

……

In the old house of the Zong family, Zong Yuezheng and Li Jun are sitting in their own wing watching TV.

If you don’t engrave it, butler Chen’s surprise shout came from outside the door, "Master, Miss Xi is here."

Zong Yue lifted his head from Li Jun's shoulder, "It looks like a guest is coming."

"Let's go." Li Jun took the remote control and turned off the TV, then took the jacket on the armrest and put it on her shoulders, "Go out and have a look."

The two walked out of the wing side by side, the courtyard that runs back and forth, but saw Shi Luo following the steward Chen, stepping on the catwalk from far to near.

Zong Yue opened his mouth, "Xi, President Xi?"

Siluo put her hands in her coat pockets, and nodded to Zong Yue and Li Jun, "Happy New Year."

Zong Yue muttered blankly, "How did President Xi know Grandpa?"

Li Jun pursed his lips, and said in a hurry: "Maybe it's an old acquaintance. I have a little impression of Xiaoxi, and Qiaoqiao is her boss."

Zong Yue said nothing.

Li Jun’s impression of Xi Luo may still be the same as the time Zong Yue entered the police station two years ago because of beating a supplier.

Ten minutes later, the atmosphere in the living room of the East Wing was too weird to describe.

Zong Yue is next to Li Jun, his third uncle Zong Zhan, who is secretly licking his teeth, looks at him.

His demeanor, Zong Yue has only seen him in the military training camp.

Uncle San always gave this expression to the recruits.

But now he is staring at President Xi intently, as if there is a deep hatred.

In the hall, Zong Hesong held a bottle of Noble Rot Sweet White and looked at it carefully, "Well, this Noble Rot has a good year. Xiao Xi has spent a lot of money?"

Si Luo pinned the hair on her cheeks behind her ears, and answered with a smile: "No, a friend gave it to me. I'm borrowing flowers to present the Buddha."

Zong Zhan smiled, "Miss Xi's friend...really, generous and generous!"

The limited editions of those two bottles are over one million, and he kept them for three years, so he didn't want to drink them.

Fuck!

"It's easy to say, they are all rich friends."

Zong Hesong didn't say anything, Zong Zhan sneered again: "You didn't lose your phone and wallet. Why didn't those rich friends help you?"

Xiluo looked sideways at Zong Hesong, "Of course I have to thank Uncle Zong."

"Oh? Thank me for what?" Zong Hesong felt the noble rot sweet white, as if he was not wary of Shi Luo at all.

Xiluo cleared her throat, and she said, "If your son Mr. Zong Zhan passed by to help, my phone and wallet would not be retrieved so quickly. Uncle Zong, if you don’t believe me, ask the housekeeper Chen, he is I was not picked up at Mr. Zong’s house."

Steward Chen stepped forward immediately, "Master, it's true. At that time, the third master opened the door and scared me a lot."

Zong Zhan: "..."

She's not a wild horse, she's a **** scythe, right?

Zong Hesong took a look at the wine bottle with a look of the world's most extraordinary, "fate, fate...what is fate? Xiaoyue, what did that sentence say?"

Zong Yue hasn't figured out the situation yet, but after observing for a long time, she also vaguely felt that the relationship between San Shu and Shi Luo was a little strange.

She turned her eyes, raised her eyebrows and said in a low voice: "Grandpa, is the fate so wonderful?"

"Yes, the fate is wonderful!" Zong Hesong put down the wine bottle and greeted the housekeeper Chen, "Old Chen, go get my Hetianyu mahjong, Xiaoxi, play eight times first. ?"

"No problem, listen to you."

Three minutes later, Li Jun, Zong Zhan, Xi Luo and Zong Hesong started playing mahjong.

Zong Yue and Liang Wanhua were next to help pouring water and watch the excitement by the way.

So, the next scene became like this...

After half a circle, Silo touched the card in his hand and threw it directly on the table, "Three loaves."

Zong Hesong raised his hand, the old **** pushed three cards on the ground, "Don't move, I'm Kong."

The old man lays out the cards, and after pondering for a few seconds, he hits a seven of them.

As soon as the next Li Jun was about to draw a card, Shi Luo immediately said, "Bump."

Zong Zhan leaned on the backrest with a very playful look. He watched for half a minute and licked his back molars and said: "The technique is not very good, but you are very good at being a master, you two should just show the cards."

Li Jun also pursed his lips, handing Zong Yue a helpless smile in the air.

At this moment, Xi Luo turned a blind eye to Zong Zhan's words, and ran his slender fingers across the surface of the card, pretending to be entangled in playing a card, "Sixty thousand."

Zong Hesong's eyebrows brightened, and he pushed the card directly, "Huh."

Zong Zhan lifted his chair and got up and left, "Zong Yue, you come!"

He had to find out how the thorny sickle of Silo was drawn to his house, and he knew the old man who was pretending to be confused.