Outright Favoritism Chapter 1191: : Third brother stay with you

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Zong Zhan's hands on his hips looked condescendingly at Silo.

A few seconds later, he put his palm on the back of her chair, leaned down, and smiled a little bit of scorn, "No problem, third brother...accompany, you, live."

Siluo dodges abruptly, just about to punch him, the man has already turned and left the balcony.

At that moment, the masculine scent on his body came to his face, not spices, but pure hormonal scents.

Siluo pressed her temple, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Actually...she has been calculating Zongzhan from the beginning, and has been against him everywhere in the past year.

Zong Zhan's heart is like a mirror, but he has shown unprecedented patience.

Si Luo lowered her eyes, a clear smile appeared on her lips, the dog must have a conspiracy.

It was getting late, and a curtain of neon lights lit up over the city.

The night breeze in March was still cool, and Silo spent a long time thinking on the balcony. When she reacted, she realized that she was cold all over.

Siluo opened the chair to go back to the house, turned around and looked at the closed balcony sliding door, almost not cursing the street.

No wonder it's so cold.

She said that Zong Zhan's heart is not correct!

Si Luo thought that the sliding door was locked, and kicked the door frame with high heels, and the door opened a crack.

Oh, I misunderstood him.

Siluo curled her lips in a jealous manner, and walked into the warm room, where the fragrance of laundry detergent instantly puffed her nose.

She raised her eyes suspiciously. In just over an hour, the room was spotless, and the dusty coffee table and floor were as clean as new.

Siluo heard the movement in the bathroom, walked over gently, looked along the crack in the door, and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Zong Zhan is doing housework, wiping the sink with a rag in his hand.

Siluo's eyes were dumbfounded, and she rarely said anything to ridicule.

She had never seen Zong Zhan doing housework, at least she had never seen him do these things in the Imperial Capital.

Dijing Beiyuan’s villa is cleaned regularly. Even in the military department, with his military rank, there will be clerks to clean up his house.

Siluo suddenly remembered a sentence, and didn't know who said it: The man who does housework is the most attractive.

I have to admit that Zong Zhan at this moment is a little more smoky than usual.

Then, the man who bent over and wiped the sink, turned his back to her and spoke: "If you want to see you, just look upright, hiding outside the door for fear that I will laugh at you?"

Siluo: "..."

Man who can do housework is indeed attractive, but dogs do not!

Even if he washes the whole building, he is still a dog.

Siluo glared at him, then turned around and went to her bedroom.

There was a lot of dust in the room, and it was obviously not cleaned.

Siluo looked down at the marble floor at the entrance of the bedroom. A dust dividing line perfectly separated her bedroom from other areas.

In other words, Zong Zhan cleaned all the rooms, but did not clean her master bedroom?

Siluo didn't believe in evil, turned around and walked around the apartment, smiling.

All rooms, including guest rooms, are clean and tidy, and even the bedding has been changed.

Silo took a deep breath, lifted her foot into the master bedroom, and slammed the door firmly.

Forget it, she will do it herself.

……

Twenty minutes later, Silo walked out of the master bedroom with a cold face, the bedroom behind it was a mess.

The two-meter double bed was crookedly thrown on the bed, the quilt cover only had one corner, and the other half was drooping on the ground.

Si Luo didn't want to ask Zong Zhan for help, so she planned to take the clean guest room as her own.

At this time, the door was hidden, she stretched out her hand and pushed it straight in, then was hit by a wall of flesh and took two or three steps back, "Yo..."

Zong Zhan wants to go out, Shi Luo wants to go in, and the two of them bumped into each other.

This kind of ordinary contact will not cause them any sparks. Silo leaned on the door frame and glanced into the guest room, "What are you doing?

Zong Zhan, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, stood upright in front of her. As he paced forward, he pushed back Silo who was trying to enter the door, "It's finished?"

He moved forward, Shi Luo had to back up, and the two stood in the hallway, staring at each other.

It is said that the night is falling, men and women are alone, and the light on the ceiling is easy to produce ambiguous yellow. In this situation, something will happen to normal men and women.

But Ms. Xi has never believed in the practice of having fun in time, and she raised her chin to the master bedroom opposite, "San Ye, can you help me?"

Zong Zhan looked down at Silo with a calm face, and walked over her to the master bedroom, "I can't be your father, just call the third brother."

Siluo, who takes care of her own waste, is a rare no-brainer, "It's easy to say, Brother 3."

For the next five minutes, Silo regretted it again.

She is a hundred times better than Zong Zhan by finding a part-time worker to come and help.

People from the military department have an extraordinary ability to organize internal affairs.

But Shi Luo underestimated Zong Zhan's dogish talk.

For example: "Are you almost 30? Can't change the sheets?"

For example: "Can't you see the bedspread cover upside down?"

Another example: "Who gave you a change before? Or...no change?"

Siluo smirked, leaning on the dressing table to find steps for herself, "There was someone else before."

Zong Zhan's action of sorting the sheets paused slightly, "I suggest you continue to look for them next time."

After that, the man turned around and left.

Silo looked at the changed sheets on the floor, hugged them up and threw them into the bathroom.

In the living room, Zong Zhan was smoking, and bold smoke floated around him, blurring the man's fortitude and coldness.

Siluo stepped forward and picked up the cigarette case at the corner of the table.

In half a cigarette, Zong Zhan broke his silence, "What to eat at night?"

"Go to the mall." Silo sat on the coffee table with her legs that didn't look like sitting, "Just to buy some clothes."

Zong Zhan pursed her lips, watching her sitting posture, "Shuyuan, a well-known door from a British emperor and nobleman, is your virtue at home?"

"Are you sick again?" Silo glanced at him lazily, "tag women all the time, did you graduate from the Women's College of Virtue?"

Zong Zhan rolled his Adam's apple and raised his lips unclearly, "Ms. Xi, it is so difficult for you to accept criticism and guidance?"

Siluo turned her head and looked at the French window, shrugged and smiled: "How many people don’t understand by themselves, what faces are there to criticize and point others. Besides, do you think that the famous Shuyuan is so good? Isn’t it all to please you? Man."

"Have you been hurt? Otherwise, why do you have such great malice towards men?"

"No." Silopi smiled and said, "At this moment, I am only malicious to you."

Zong Zhan took a puff of smoke, "It's a **** honor for me."

Within a few minutes, the two went out to the mall together after smoking.

Xu is that it is not easy for outsiders to come in in the land of Nanyang, and Zong Zhan's control and restraint on Xi Luo are not as rigorous as Emperor Jing.

The two drove a Mercedes-Benz Grand G through the streets and alleys, and soon they came to a seafood sushi restaurant hidden in a deep alley.

As soon as he walked in, Zong Zhan ran into He Chen, who was carrying a takeaway box.