Outright Favoritism Chapter 1168: : The spirit of contract

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In the evening, Li Jun sent a message saying that he would work overtime at night and could not go home to accompany her for dinner.

Zong Yue stood in the kitchen, looking at the various ingredients on the glazed table, and without any accident, he packed up again and put it in the refrigerator.

He is the Secretary General of Nanyang, and this happens from time to time.

Zong Yue cooked a bowl of noodles for herself, and after eating two bites, she put down her chopsticks deeply.

In less than half an hour, Zong Yue packed up his luggage and sat in the living room to reply to Li Jun's WeChat.

Yue you feel at ease: Brother Jun, I plan to go back to the Imperial Capital tonight and come back tomorrow.

There was no response after the message was sent for a long time. Zong Yue habitually made a [smiley face] expression, and then left Jingwan Villa with his luggage.

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January in the Imperial Capital was cold and windy.

Zong Yue wrapped her overcoat tightly and covered half of her face with a scarf. At half past eight o'clock, she walked out of the high-speed rail station and saw Zong Zhan's subordinates.

The opponent is burly and tall, and his posture reveals the awe-inspiring and dignified attitude that is unique to the military.

"Sister Yue, San Ye asked me to pick you up."

Zong Yue recognized him. She used to be San Shu's attendant. She waved and smiled, "Xiong Ze, trouble you, is San Shu in the old house?"

"No, he is in Dijing Beiyuan, let me take you there directly."

Dijing Beiyuan, located in the northwest, is a private villa of Zongzhan.

Zong Yue went through the small iron gate, and when he rang the doorbell, he called out: "Uncle San, it's me."

The door opened, Zong Yue raised his eyes and raised a smile, then froze, "Uh... President Xi?"

Siluo is wearing a white bathrobe and wiping her hair with a towel in her hand, "Come in pretty fast, come in."

Zong Yue: "???"

Who is this?

Zong Yue hesitated and walked into the hallway. When the door was closed, he did not forget to glance at Xiong Ze who turned around and was about to leave.

The other party didn't seem surprised at all, he couldn't help but waved goodbye to her calmly, "Sister Yue, see you later."

Zong Yue followed Siluo into the living room with doubts, the air still smelled of special perfume.

In the living room, Zong Zhan was smoking in front of the window wearing camouflage uniforms. Silo walked to the corner and turned on the central air conditioner, then sat on the sofa, stepping on the coffee table with one leg and began to apply body milk.

Zong Yue stood there, feeling a lot of himself, "Uncle San..."

Zong Zhan glanced at her sideways, raised his head to the sofa, "Sit by myself."

Zong Yue drooped his head and walked to the solo sofa to sit down. Yu Guang looked at Shi Luo secretly, only to feel that the atmosphere in the living room was very strange.

Uncle San and President Xi are under the same roof. Normally, the relationship is definitely not normal.

But... the way these two people get along doesn't seem to be that close. Instead, there is an illusion of blindness to each other.

Zong Yue looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows in confusion, what did she miss these days?

At this time, Zong Zhan walked to the opposite sofa and sat down, raised his head and spit out smoke, "Don't be stunned, confess yourself."

"Uncle San, have you checked my case?" Zong Yue was not ashamed to say that he could not get pregnant, after all, it was difficult to tell, and Shi Luo was still there.

Zong Zhan bit his cigarette holder and squinted, "Need to check?"

Although he is not married, there are only a few possibilities for a woman to seek Chinese medicine after marriage.

Endocrine, dysmenorrhea, pregnancy.

This is what Shiro told him.

Zong Yue slapped a rainbow fart in a jealousy, "The third uncle is really observant."

Fang Luo said, Shi Luo had already wiped her body lotion. She wiped her hands with a tissue, got up and walked to the stairs.

The whole process, without saying a word, was very comfortable.

Zong Zhan looked at her calf under the bathrobe with the motion of smoking, the lines were smooth, white and shiny.

He remembers, it feels good.

"Uncle San, you and President Xi..."

Zong Zhan Dama opened his legs with a golden knife, and leaned back in the chair, "Is there still time to do my business? You don't want to go to a Chinese medicine doctor?"

Without Shi Luo being present, Zong Yue did not conceal any more, and truthfully informed Zong Zhan of his inspection results.

"Does Sister-in-law know?"

Zong Yue shook his head, "I didn't say anything specifically, but I asked my mother that she doesn't know Chinese medicine in this area. And if she knows, she will definitely tell grandpa that I don't want them to worry about this kind of thing."

Zong Zhan sneered, "I still have some brains."

Elder Zong often talked about letting Zong Yue give birth to children as soon as possible in the past year. The old man always likes children. If he knows about it, he will inevitably get angry.

After that, he asked again, "What's Li Jun's attitude?"

"I haven't told him yet." Zong Yue raised her head sadly, grinning reluctantly, "I want to get a Chinese medicine treatment first. If it's really... difficult, I'll explain it to him."

She will not hide this kind of thing, because she can't hide it either.

There are countless examples of infertility after marriage, but few enjoy it.

Telling him before she gets the exact answer will only increase worry and loss.

Zong Zhan leaned forward and lit the soot, "Are you sure it's not that he is incompetent?"

"Of course not." Zong Yue straightened up without hesitation and retorted: "He is very healthy, and it must be my problem."

"Look at you for what you are doing." Zong Zhan glanced at her with difficulty, "How does the organ damage cause?"

Zong Yue said that the training intensity was high at the beginning, which hurt the foundation.

Zong Zhanjun's face sank, "Military training does not carry this pot."

"I didn't say it was the pot of the military department." Zong Yue whispered: "The third uncle, do you have a Chinese medicine friend?"

Zong Zhan folded his legs and tapped his fingers on the armrests, "Yes, but if the problem is Li Jun, you are not afraid of suffering in vain?"

"What is the crime of eating Chinese medicine." Zong Yue answered naturally.

Zong Zhan twitched his lips with a smile, "I don't think you are married, but his mother married himself a man."

Zong Yue did not dare to continue to refute, fearing that his third uncle would regret it.

At this moment, the sound of high-heeled shoes sounded from the top of the stairs.

Zong Zhan and Zong Yue looked sideways at the same time, and saw Shi Luo wearing a fiery red woolen coat with her hair draped over her left shoulder, and she was fashionably dressed and ready to go out.

"Why are you going?"

Siluo shook off the broken hair before her forehead, "Zong Dashou. Long, can't you see it?"

Zong Zhan's face was stern, and his eyes scanned her dress like a laser. In winter, he even wore a **** skirt to light his thighs, and he was not afraid of arthritis.

"When will you be back?"

Siluo stared at Zong Zhan with an expression of "Are you not in your brain", "Of course I will come back after playing."

Zong Zhan pressed the cigarette **** into the ashtray, his eyes were very bad, "Miss Xi, I hope you can have a contract spirit."

Siluo paused, covered her lips and smiled tremblingly, "I said, can you make your face a bit? In front of your niece, you have a face to talk about the spirit of contract?"

"Otherwise..." Zong Zhan scratched his lower lip and scanned the glamorous woman in front of him unkindly, "Should I say...sell yourself?"

Zong Yue was stunned, what contract? What to sell yourself?

Does Qiaoqiao and Uncle Shaoyan know?