Outright Favoritism Chapter 1210: : I like him?

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Feicheng, at six o'clock in the morning, the sun breaks.

There was a depressed sigh in the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

Siluo opened her eyes, and a ray of morning light fell on the center of her wrinkled eyebrows, reflecting a kind of haggard and melancholy.

Insomnia all night, I was very sleepy, but I couldn't fall asleep.

Every time I close my eyes, Zong Zhan’s **** wounds and his deep and faint disappointment look in his mind.

Silo grabbed her hair irritably, opened the quilt and opened the window, lit a cigarette, trying to calm her anxiety with nicotine.

"Om——"

At this time, the vibration of the phone brought Silo back to her thoughts, which was a WeChat message.

Yan: Come down to eat.

Siluo smiled while looking at the screen, pinched off the remaining half of the cigarette and put on her shoes and went out.

The seventh room where Zong Zhan is located is the only way for her to go downstairs.

Siluo slowed down involuntarily, looked at the closed door, hesitatingly pushed open a slit slightly.

The room is brightly lit and the curtains are not drawn. The man still maintains a prone position, facing the window, with the back of his head facing the door.

Silo looked through the gap for a few seconds, before closing the door and going downstairs.

On the bed, Zong Zhan's eyelids trembled, opened his dark red eyes, and snorted like self-deprecating.

He took out the phone from under his pillow, poked the shortcut key and made a call, "A week later, arrange the action."

"No problem, Boss, let me send you a message. The special forces on the old side have agreed to join the joint operation. As long as the deployment is completed, they can set off at any time."

Zong Zhan closed his eyes, "Well, I'm in the border city of Feicheng, you bring people in first, and act in a more secretive way."

……

In the kitchen downstairs, Silo was lying on the table, half of her face buried in her arms, sighing from time to time.

Baiyan sprinkled a handful of green onions into the rice pot, sneered without looking back, "Are you sad for a man?"

Siluo lazily propped his forehead, and said, "Fried rice with less oil, your eyes will almost be blinded."

Bai Yan moved for a while, turned sideways and looked back, "Do you want me to throw you two out?"

Siluo leaned back in the chair and sighed with excitement, "After the troubles are resolved, I will return to the British emperor."

"You're so **** love and unrighteous, people have a broken waist, you just kick when you say kick?"

Siluo looked at the ceiling lazily, "Let me say it a few times, I have nothing to do with him."

Bai Yan put the fried rice in a bowl, handed it to her and jokingly said, "You continue to pretend, how many years have you never bothered to explain the relationship between men and women, this is the first time!"

Silo's eyelids trembled, frowned and pressed her temples, "You are so **** annoying."

"If I don’t think I’m bothering you, get out as soon as possible." Baiyan Dama sat opposite her with a golden sword, picked up a half bottle of beer on the table and shook it, "As long as you are not lace, it’s normal to like men. . Don’t say anything else, the one upstairs is enough for you."

Silo is still stubborn, "I like him?"

"Do you like it or not?" Bai Yan bent his fingers and tapped the dining table. "You ran to his room three or four times like a **** thief at midnight last night. Do you think monitoring is a display? "

Silo picked up his job and got up to leave, but quickly turned back, "He is injured, who will take care of him?"

"You, Jue, De, where?" Bai Yan stretched his tone of voice, and his eyes looked at Silo more and more playfully.

As the most cunning member of the Yan League, he had never seen her look so melancholy and uncut.

Siluo didn't notice it herself, she didn't wash her clothes or change her clothes, and she sat in the dining room in wrinkled clothes and sighed.

Even the hair is not taken care of, and it hangs loosely at the corners of the eyebrows and eyes, like an abandoned woman trapped in love.

Bai Yan felt very interesting. Thinking of what Zong Zhan said to him last night, he couldn't help but sympathize with Shi Luo.

When a fox meets a wolf, no matter how cunning it is, it cannot escape the fate of being eaten.

……

It is true that Shi Luo is keenly aware of the change in her feelings towards Zong Zhan, which is no longer a pure woman's yearning for a man, but a sublimation of the emotional level.

In the beginning, she took the opportunity to approach, completely out of use.

Even the occasional intimacy later on did not shake her rock-solid mind.

Now it’s good, an accident so small that it couldn’t be smaller, but it shakes my heart.

Si Luo returned to the room with his rice bowl, sitting on the bed in distress, thinking about how to face Zong Zhan in the future.

Male and female games are the most taboo to be emotional.

Zong Zhan is still as stable as an old dog, but she is facing fall.

This won't work.

Silo can't let herself fall into a hot emotional swamp.

Zong Zhan only has a desire to conquer her, and wants her to subdue softly and compromise, but that is not love.

So, Silo asked herself to stay steady while she went out quietly to rationalize her thoughts.

So that at noon, when Zong Zhan, who was lingering on the bed, was about to starve to death, he asked Bai Xiaohu to find out that this woman had gone wild.

Fuck!

To say that she is awkward and dogged is simply a compliment.

……

Si Luo didn't see anyone, and Su Moshi accidentally landed on the second street bungalow at around 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, Zong Zhan was sitting rigidly chatting with Bai Yan in the living room.

Bai Xiaoniu led him in. Bai Yan saw Old Four Su and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "What brings you here?"

"Qiao Qiao asked me to come over, saying that...there is a sick number?" Su Laosi glanced over Zong Zhan at random, and he could vaguely see that his sitting posture was a little abnormal.

Bai Yan tilted Erlang's legs and raised his chin towards Zong Zhan without any psychological pressure, "I'm still a mascot sensible. I'll show him it quickly. After saving it, I'm really useless, Shi Luo has to cry to death."

Su Moshi raised his eyebrows in surprise, and even Zong Zhan looked at Bai Yan instantly.

Huh? What are the fried rice sellers alluding to?

Su Moshi lifted the frame of the frame and asked pointedly: "Sister Luo is also in Feicheng?"

"Well, I went out to have a wave." Bai Yan picked up the cigarette case on the table. "Before dinner, I guess I can wave back. If you don't rush away, you can wait."

Su Moshi didn't intend to stay long, but when he heard this, he decided to stay and watch the excitement.

Meanwhile, Silo was wandering in a deserted wetland park near Feicheng.

Bai Xiaohu followed her step and walked forward with one foot deep and one shallow.

Sister M seems to be in a bad mood, so he doesn't dare to ask more, for fear that he will be stunned to doubt life again.

If not, Shi Luo stood in the waste grass, stomped the dirt on the shoes, and asked angrily: "What is Zong Zhan doing?"

Bai Xiaohu scratched his head, "May I ask for you?"

Siluo nodded slowly, "Ask cryptically."

Bai Xiaohu responded with a seemingly understanding, but in fact, he didn't understand the word vague.

Because Sister M speaks Mandarin.

So, Bai Xiaohu called Bai Xiaoniu, then covered the receiver with one hand, and almost asked with a voice: "Niu, what is the third master Zong doing?"