Outright Favoritism Chapter 1215: : I am the driver

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Zong Zhan closed his eyes, feeling like a fool.

He shook Shi Luo's chin, then took her hand and walked to the western-style building without saying a word.

Behind, Bai Yan's jeep also happened to drive back.

Two beams of car lights illuminate the outline of the courtyard, and Bai Yan sees Silo leaning against Zong Zhan's arms intentionally or unintentionally, and her footing is steady. Looking at her back, she doesn't look like a drunk person at all.

Bai Yan leaned back in the chair and asked, "She is really drunk?"

Su Moshi held his forehead and smiled without saying a word.

……

Upstairs, Xi Luo followed Zong Zhan into the room very quietly.

When the light was turned on, the white shirt behind the man was stained with blood red again.

Si Luo walked forward with his head drooping, and after three or two steps, he hit Zong Zhan's back.

The man suddenly turned around and looked at her in a daze, his cold heart collapsed inexplicably.

He lifted the woman's chin and looked at it carefully with the light. Good-looking is good-looking, but it is not unheard of that there is something better than her.

But just such a venomous and cunning woman makes him very concerned.

Even if she knew that she had had many men, even if she knew that she was extremely open-minded, she still fell uncontrollably in those eyes full of cunning.

Zong Zhan lowered his head to kiss her, but when his lips were less than a piece of paper apart, Shi Luo opened his mouth and said, "Your family is really poor."

"Knowing that it is my house, would you dare to come back with me?"

"What do you do then." Silo patted his face in distress, "Who makes the driver's beauty confusing?"

Zong Zhan: "..."

He's so lucky that it is not Bai Xiaolong who is driving tonight.

Otherwise, he might have interrupted all three of Bai Xiaolong's legs now.

Siluo looked up at Zong Zhan, and there was a moment of sobriety in the lighted eyes, but before Zong Zhan could see clearly, her legs softened and she threw herself into his arms.

The man habitually stretched out his hand to catch her, Shi Luo immersed his head in his arms and rubbed, "Let my sister hug."

They never gave a serious hug.

Even if it is a fight, it is always tit-for-tat.

Siro is much shorter than Zongzhan, leaning on his chest, showing a little bit of beauty.

The man is very tall and has strong arms. The back around her is slightly tightened, making this hug more dense and warm.

Zong Zhan’s chin was placed on top of her head, and her lips were curled up to laugh at her: "Virtue, after getting drunk, I learned how to act like a baby."

Siluo didn't speak, and buried himself for half a minute. Her body became softer and weaker, accompanied by a downward trend.

Zong Zhan raised her eyebrows and leaned over her shoulders to see that the woman fell asleep.

……

At six o'clock in the morning the next morning, Shi Luo woke up in Zong Zhan's arms.

The morning light is faint, and the room is dark and dim.

Silo opened her eyes and looked to the ceiling, her expression flat without any emotional ups and downs.

"Wake up?"

The man’s hoarse voice came from his ears, Silo turned his head unhurriedly, ran into his dark red eyes, and asked lazily: "Why are you in my bed?"

No screams, no surprises, as if all this was normal to her.

"This is my bed." Zong Zhan spread his fingers and pinched his forehead, his voice was very unpleasant, "Raise his head."

Silo twisted her neck, only to realize that she was resting his arms on the back of her neck. She moved away, frowning and muttering, "I said why I sleep so uncomfortably."

Zong Zhan retracted his paralyzed and unconscious arm, and closed his eyes coldly, "You really have the **** ability."

"How angry is this early in the morning?" Silo sat up from the bed and squinted at the man, "You have menopause?"

Zong Zhan put his forearm on his face, his nose fluttered slightly, "Miss Xi is more pleasing to hold me last night and not let go."

"Praise me?" Silo turned over and got out of bed, went to the window sill and picked up the cigarette case, with a smile in her eyes, "Then tell me, how did I hold? You are a patient who is paralyzed in bed, I Can hug you?"

Zong Zhan: "..."

To the effect.

Silo opened the window and leaned against the corner with a sly smile.

The atmosphere is a bit strange and inexplicably harmonious.

Siluo's spirit is much less, and Zong Zhan's strong dominance is nowhere to be seen.

The two are just living in the same room quietly, silence is better than sound.

It wasn't until Bai Xiaolong knocked on the door that the rare peace was broken, "San Ye, is Sister M awake? The Fourth Young Master is leaving."

Si Luo pinched the cigarette, and when she turned around, she looked at Zong Zhan on the bed again, "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Except fried rice."

Siluo pursed her lips and chuckled, raising her foot and walking out of the room.

Downstairs, Su Moshi was carrying the medicine box and preparing to leave for Burma. He saw Shi Luo coming down, laughing and joking, "I thought you would sleep three poles in the sun."

"That can't." Shi Luo walked down in slippers, "The hangover pill you gave is very effective."

The sound of Bai Yan's spoonful of cooking in the kitchen stopped for a second, and then continued to turn its spoon.

Sure enough, she was not drunk last night.

I actually ate the hangover pill given by Sura Si.

That Zong Cham...

Bai Yan thought, forget it, just don't know, anyway, get twenty off-road vehicles in hand.

Si Luo sent away Su Laoshi, and soon returned to the kitchen to help Zong Zhan prepare breakfast.

She has done these things for a few days, and she has already gotten her hands on it.

Bai Yan was holding a bowl of white and green fried rice, and glanced distractedly at Shi Luo, who was boiling milk, "Did you confess through the wine?"

Siro turned her back to him, "No, I molested."

"Does it really matter or is it fun?"

Siluo paused and gave a very vague answer, "Follow the fate."

If Zong Zhan is interested in her, she can take it seriously.

If he is not, then she won't force it.

At this age, love is no longer a necessity for them.

It's not ashamed to like someone alone, and Silo wouldn't dare to admit it.

The liking that was drunk last night was meant for Zong Zhan.

The hug he gave her back was really dazzling.

After a while, Silo walked upstairs briskly carrying breakfast.

In fact, the way she expresses her likes is very simple and rude, that is, to be kind to him, and to be kind to him without a bottom line.

It’s good enough to ignore him deliberately pretending to be sick, and he will take all his shortcomings.

During breakfast, Zong Zhan occasionally glanced at the woman sitting by the bed eating. He was not sure if she had any memory of what happened last night. After a few thoughts, he bluntly said, "Do you remember what happened last night? ?"

Silo took a sip of milk, "It's broken."

"I forgot who picked you up?"

"This is a bit of an impression. The driver is very good-looking." Shi Luo lowered his head and bit the sandwich, absent-mindedly said: "I still want to entrust him..."

Zong Zhan lifted his cheek, "I am the driver."

"Hiccup--" Siluo choked.

It's hard to guard against.

Siluo didn't expect Zong Zhan to slap her own face, looked at him in surprise, and hiccup again.

Zong Zhan leaned back against the head of the bed and looked up at her, "Why? If I know it is me, I won't plan to pack it?"