Outright Favoritism Chapter 1202: : Don’t blame me for short legs and long pants

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"What? I fell in love with him?" Zong Zhan stood in the rain, his eyes washed by the rain becoming darker and darker.

Siluo sneezed suddenly, shrank her shoulders and slowly raised her eyelids, "I saw his hand, I want to chop it."

Zong Zhan pursed her thin lips and tightened her waist tightly, "Si Luo, this is the camp, please do it lightly."

As soon as the words fell, the man let go of his strength and seemed to be ready to put her down.

Siluo took Zong Zhan's neck and hugged him tightly, "If you dare to let go, I will shout obscene."

She lay on the rain for three minutes, dare to reason with her? !

Zong Zhan lowered his eyes and stared at the woman with the rain on her face. Unlike her in embarrassment, his heart softened inexplicably, "You are really the **** woman I have ever seen."

Siluo hugged the man's neck and pressed his forehead weakly to his face, "I want to drink coffee."

"No." Zong Zhan raised his foot again and walked forward, bending her arms to hold her firmly in his arms.

"You won't buy it, are you?" Silo pulled his ears with her fingers, "Ah...Sect Chief, what are you doing..."

The sudden cry of the woman, although it has been diluted by the rain, is hard to guarantee that it will not be heard.

Zong Zhan turned his head abruptly, brushing her thin lips across the woman's forehead, gritted her teeth and said, "Siluo!"

"Can you buy it?" Silo raised her eyebrows to meet the man's flaming eyes, smiling like a fishy fox, "If I don't buy it, I will call it."

She thought the man was thick-skinned and invulnerable, and he didn't even care about his reputation.

Zong Zhan has no way to make trouble with Xi Luo. Although helpless, he doesn't hate him.

He squinted at the embarrassed woman with smiling eyes, and his thin lips raised slightly, "Just want me to **** you?"

Siluo was immune to such words a long time ago. An incompetent two or two men would have been addicted to the mouth every time.

She shook the rain from her hand, and then patted Zong Zhan's face twice, "Big baby, don't buy coffee, don't talk about everything."

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A few minutes later, Zong Zhan returned to his dormitory again with Silo in his arms.

The little Baiyangs who stood in the military posture were stunned. Reporter Xi fainted and didn't send him to the infirmary. Why did he take him back to the dormitory directly?

The commander was also at a loss, but he did not dare to ask about the chief.

In the dormitory, Shi Luo took off her long raincoat, looked down at the already soaked camouflage clothing inside, and shook twice before shaking again.

Zong Zhan threw her raincoat aside, took off her camouflage cap and rubbed her wet head, "What kind of coffee?"

"latte, two shots." Silo shrank her shoulders and took off her coat, cold and damp, uncomfortable.

Zong Zhan caught a glimpse of her movements and reminded him, "Go take a bath first."

Without waiting for Silo's answer, the man turned around and went out.

Si Luo has no time to take care of him for the time being, she just wants to change her wet clothes as soon as possible.

Fortunately, Zong Zhan’s dormitory has a separate bathroom, so there is no need to go to the public shower room like other male soldiers’ dormitories.

At the same time, an army-green jeep drove out of the camp parking lot and went out to buy coffee for the wife.

The camp is located in Miyun Mountain, and the nearest coffee shop is more than 20 kilometers away.

Zong Zhan drove to the highway until he arrived at the coffee shop, and he was surprised that he had run more than 20 kilometers on a rainy day to buy her coffee.

Probably crazy.

On the other side, Silo had finished taking a hot shower, which dispelled the cold from the rain, and her cheeks also recovered a little rosy.

She returned to the dormitory with a bath towel, only to remember that she had no clothes to wear.

The heavy rain outside the window has not stopped, the dense raindrops hit the glass, and the sound of crackling is endless.

When Zong Zhan came back carrying coffee, he entered the door and smelled the familiar smell of shower gel.

He glanced at the unoccupied bathroom, guessing that Silo had finished the bath, but there was no woman in the room.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from the direction of the innermost wardrobe.

Zong Zhan followed the sound and saw a pair of slender and white legs exposed by opening the closet door.

The woman slightly cats her waist, not knowing what to do behind her.

Zong Zhan stared at the looming beautiful legs behind the cabinet door, his Adam's apple rolled twice.

Actually, there are two female characteristics that men can never ignore, one is beautiful buttocks and the other is beautiful legs.

It's a coincidence that Shi Luo has it all.

Zong Zhan walked over unhurriedly, holding the closet door with one hand, and the moment he lowered his eyes, his breathing was stagnant for a second.

At this moment, the woman in front of him is wearing his white shirt, with long hair draped over her shoulders, bending over and turning over the cabinet.

Zong Zhan took a step forward, "What are you looking for?"

Siluo straightened up and complained back, "You don't have any shorter pants?"

The words fell, she looked at Zong Zhan's stern and fortified cheeks, just a few drops of rain slipped from his forehead to his jaw, which brought out a wild and masculine taste.

Siluo swept around from top to bottom, and saw that he was still wearing the raincoat from before, holding two cups of coffee in his left hand, somehow softened.

Although the military raincoats have good rainproof effect, the hood and neckline on the back are integrated.

If you don't wear a hat, rain will wet the clothes inside your neck, such as her.

Si Luo remembered that Zong Zhan only wore a camouflage hat in the training ground before, but did not cover the hood behind the raincoat.

After some thought, Silo tentatively pulled off his raincoat, "Have you changed your clothes?"

"I have time to change clothes?" Zong Zhan shook the coffee takeaway with a smile, "How can you do you don't know?"

Silo stretched out her hand and opened the zipper of the raincoat, "If you like me, don't say it as if I forced you."

Zong Zhan didn't stop her movement. After the raincoat was untied, as Silo thought, the camouflage uniform inside him was dripping wet.

Siluo reached out and touched it, her wet touch was real.

She curled her lips, raised her head to the bathroom, "You go and wash."

Zong Zhan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and he was surprised that he could hear the meaning of concern in Shi Luo's tone.

The man turned his head to look, pinching his waist and jokingly, "Are you **** in the bathroom again?"

One Baidu for hot water? Or was the floor tiles waxed and ready to kill him?

Siluo put her hands around her chest, sneered with her chin up, "I said you have delusion of persecution, you still don't admit it."

"Is it possible, did you blame you?" Zong Zhan lowered his eyes and looked at her legs faintly, both seductive and wanting to touch.

Siluo didn't notice the man's eyes, turned around and turned over the closet again, "Boiling, I love washing."

Zong Zhan didn't go away, but took a step back a little later, admiring the woman's back in a white shirt openly.

She may not know that men can’t bear the temptation of women to wear men’s shirts after bathing, especially white.

A few seconds later, Zong Zhan pursed his lips and looked away, his voice said hoarsely: "There is nothing you can wear. Don't blame me for my short legs and long pants."