Outright Favoritism Chapter 1197: : She is ashamed of shame

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He said: "Just your body, let alone an inch, I can still... go deeper and deeper."

Siluo closed her eyes and stopped talking, turned her head to one side, and tactically avoided the question.

She gave up.

She is ashamed of shame.

After a messy fight, Zong Zhan let go of Silo.

Obviously nothing happened, but it seemed like something happened.

Siluo tidyed up his shirt, looked down at the red mark on his shoulder, and wondered which floor of the kitchen wall cabinet is hot?

At half past seven o'clock, a black Santana of ordinary models parked in Dijing Beiyuan.

Si Luo still hid upstairs and didn't get down. Zong Zhan knew that she might be racking her brains thinking about how to calculate him.

Outside the entrance, the attendant Xiong Ze walked in wearing camouflage uniforms, "Boss, are you leaving now?"

Zong Zhan's ankles were on his knees, and he gestured to the stairs, "Your sister Luo is upstairs."

"Then I'll call her." Xiong Ze said as usual, stepping on his combat boots to go upstairs.

Zong Zhan pulled down his tight neckline, "She is in the master bedroom."

Xiong Ze suddenly turned around, his face looked like gossip, "Boss, okay, is this already?"

He raised his hand as he spoke, and nodded with two thumbs up.

Zong Zhan narrowed his eyes and took a mouthful of smoke. "After returning to the camp, bear a load of five kilometers. Don't sleep until you finish running."

Xiong Ze's finger movement stopped abruptly.

......

Five minutes later, Shi Luo slowly returned to the living room, Xiong Ze was still behind her, carrying a small suitcase in his hand.

She sat down without saying a word, took out the medicine cabinet from under the coffee table, and silently applied medicine to her ankle.

Xiong Ze secretly glanced at Zong Zhan, realizing the look in his eyes, and took the lead to go out with the suitcase.

Si Luo didn't know where he was going, and didn't ask much. In the past year or so, Zong Zhan would change his residence from time to time, just like the Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit.

But what Xiluo didn't expect was that the Santana sedan stopped at a military training camp in the outer suburbs of Miyun Mountain near nine o'clock in the evening.

She was sure that she was right. This is the jurisdiction of the Imperial Army.

Xiluo slowly turned her eyes, staring at Zong Zhan blankly, "Are you kidding?"

Xiong Ze in the front row did not hear the conversation between the two, because he was leaning half of his body out of the car window to check his documents with the brother at the sentry.

At this time, Zong Zhan, who closed his eyes and calmed his mind, said quietly: "I didn't let me protect your safety. You try who dares to come to this area."

Siluo clenched her palms suddenly, and asked confidently: "What do you think I dare?!"

The military base, she has no freedom after entering.

"Aren't you superb?" Zong Zhan lifted his eyelids, lowered his head and adjusted his cuffs, "I'm afraid it's too late, I don't have an arrow to open the bow."

In this way, Siluo didn't even have room to resist, and watched the car drove into the gate, all the way towards the depths of the hinterland.

Si Luo, who is used to being free and easy, has gone into the camp since he entered the camp.

Fortunately, at night, Zong Zhan took her directly back to his dormitory.

Then, a lady's camouflage uniform was thrown onto the bed by the man, "Starting tomorrow, wear this."

Si Luo sat at the end of the bed with her legs folded, her hands around her chest, and her face was full of discomfort, "I don't wear clothes without a waist."

"Then stay naked." Zong Zhan turned his back to her and took off his coat, unbuttoning his shirt one by one, "I don't mind."

Listen, is this human? !

Si Luo looked down at the green bedding, her head was big, "Zong Zhan, let's talk."

"What are you talking about?" The man took off his white shirt in front of her, his sturdy back line flowing smoothly with a sense of strength.

Si Luo has no time to admire his physical body, after all, after seeing it many times, he has long been immune.

But she still stared at Zong Zhan's movement of leaning over and picking up the green short sleeves, and said coldly, "You have the ability to continue taking it off."

With a "click", the belt buckle sounded.

Zong Zhan gave full play to his shameless spirit, pulled off his belt and threw it on the bed, "Would you like to come and see?"

Siluo got up and left. She just didn't want to do what he wanted.

I have seen the upper body many times, but I have never seen the lower body.

Si Luo made a gesture to go to the bathroom, and the moment she opened the door, she looked back quickly, ready to take a peek.

Zong Zhan, who was standing next to the bed, had no idea when he was already facing the direction of the bathroom, slowly unbuttoning the button, and pulling the zipper.

Si Luo felt that she couldn't be counseled at this time, so she simply pushed her toes against the wooden door of the bathroom, leaning against the door frame and looked at it with relish, "Continue!"

Zong Zhan's movements stopped, and he raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Is it exciting to me?"

"You just pretend that I haven't seen it before, and want to have a long experience." Silo raised the hair on her shoulders, with a playful and sly expression, "If you dare not, immediately send sister out..."

Zong Zhan sneered and changed into camouflage pants without hesitation.

Siluo closed her eyes and went silent.

This round, I lost again.

When a man starts to shame, he is destined to be invincible.

Siluo leaned against the door and lowered her head. No matter how much she said, she was actually a pure woman in body and mind.

It's not about keeping chastity before marriage, but in the past few years, Shi Luo has never met the man she wants to hand over voluntarily.

No one.

The British emperor gentleman is outstanding and elegant enough, but not masculine, and his behavior is like mass printing.

Speaking nicely, it is called Wen Wen and polite, but in fact they are all very respectful.

As for domestic men, Shi Luo has also seen many.

For example, Shang Shaoyan on the top of the mountain, He Chen, who is handsome and deceptive, and even Bai Yan, who sells fried rice.

But Shaoyan Shang, she can't control it.

He Chen is too similar to her again, and there is no spark between the two.

As for the fried rice seller, forget it, don’t mention it.

So, Silo, like many single girls, seems to have experienced a lot of battles, but the truth is...nothing.

She doesn't reject love, but she enjoys being single day after day.

Not long after, Zong Zhan changed into a camouflage uniform and walked in front of her with military boots, "Enough to see?"

Siluo raised her head lazily, the man in camouflage suit and camouflage hat on his head, the handsome face still had a scornful smile, but it fell in his eyes, but became tough and righteous.

Men, either wear military uniforms to defend their homes, or wear suits to strategize.

Siluo suddenly felt that Zong Zhan should be able to do the job no matter whether it is defending his family or strategizing.

As soon as the idea came up, she laughed spontaneously, turned and walked into the bathroom, and slammed the wooden door with a bang.

She is probably crazy to get an idea.

Outside the door, Zong Zhan adjusted the brim of his hat, silently raised his thin lips, and then walked out of the dormitory.

In the training field outside the camp, Zong Zhan took a cell phone and called Zong Hesong.

At the other end, the old man's voice rang with his mahjong in his ears with an impatient voice, "Smelly boy, what do you call in the middle of the night? I can't say something during the day?"

"You haven’t got the identity you wanted before?"

Zong Hesong snorted with the phone between his shoulders, "It can be done so easily, why don't you do it yourself?"

"You can't figure it out, let alone me." Zong Zhan leaned against the horizontal bar, pretending to sigh with regret, "It seems that Xi Luo's bad luck can only be blamed."

The sound of rubbing mahjong is gone, Zong Hesong clutches the receiver, and immediately asks with a smile: "San'er, that identity is for Xiaoxi?"

"Well, it's her."

As soon as Zong Zhan answered, Zong Hesong raised his hand to greet the housekeeper, "Old Chen, quickly send that press card to the third child. The sooner the better, I will go tonight."