Outright Favoritism Chapter 1230: : Shi Luo, you are mine

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The next day, Zong Zhan prepared to take Silo to Myanmar in advance.

Someone is uninterested, pretending not to see Zong Zhan's dark complexion, and insisting on going together.

There are two ignorant people, Gu Chen and Bai Yan, plus four men of the Chinese zodiac.

In this way, the two-person world becomes the animal world.

The temperature in Myanmar in late April is relatively high, similar to midsummer in the north of the country.

After the group arrived, they checked into the Governor's Mansion Resort Hotel.

At noon, Zong Zhan refused Bai Yan's lunch invitation on the grounds of recuperating, and then took Xi Luo to the mall.

The weather is hot, and Siluo is clamoring to go shopping for clothes. This requires Zong Zhan to be able to satisfy naturally.

"Which of these two looks good?"

At the luxury store, Xi Luo picked up two long skirts of the same style and different colors to ask Zong Zhan's opinion.

The man picked up the thin shoulder straps and said insincerely: "They are all ugly."

Seeing that he didn't change his face, Shi Luo believed it to be true, put down the skirt and picked up a bright yellow tube top skirt, "this?"

Zong Zhan pursed his lips, "Ugly."

Siluo constricted her eyebrows to hold back his desire to frustrate him, and continued to tug at the clothes in the showcase.

A few seconds later, the man walking behind her suddenly said, "Boa, this is good."

Siluo turned around expectantly, saw the clothes in Zong Zhan's hands, and activated the poison tongue skill expressionlessly, "What is the difference between I and Taoist aunt when I wear it?"

Zong Zhan shook the hanger, "Try it, I think it's good."

It was a straight skirt with brown ankles.

No waist, no style, old-fashioned color, straight up and down like a bucket.

Silo has never been so speechless in her life. She pinched her waist and smiled angrily. "Your aesthetics are all on my body, right?"

He has a good vision of choosing women, his vision of choosing clothes...not even a dog.

Zong Zhan advances by retreating, "My dear, everything looks good when people are beautiful."

"Don't even think about it." Silo grabbed the hanger and hung it on the railing again. "I might as well put on a sack in it."

Zong Zhan frowned slightly, seeing the woman grabbing three gorgeous and fashionable skirts and walking into the dressing room. It was too late to stop him.

In just a few minutes, the locker room door was opened.

Siluo walked to the mirror gracefully, pulling her hair for a while, pulling her skirt for a while, falling in Zong Zhan's eyes, almost scratching her head.

In the sofa area of ​​the store, there are still two or three men sitting, all of whom seem to accompany their women to buy clothes.

And their gazes all stayed on Silo, looking unscrupulously.

Siluo's figure is very well-proportioned, thin but not woody, with excellent charm, especially the long legs under the skirt, which are the most eye-catching.

Zong Zhan paced to her side, cleverly blocking the eyes of other men, "The hem is too short."

"I didn't let you wear it." Silo looked at the effect left and right, "If the aesthetics is not good, please be quiet."

Zong Zhan is quiet.

But it's hard to calm down.

This woman is too **** recruiting to let go, her temperament is noble and outstanding, and her figure is not an exaggeration.

Zong Zhan is upset, very upset, afraid of being snatched by others, and even more afraid of her cheating.

She does have the capital to play with men.

For nearly two hours, Silo finally got tired.

At the checkout, Zong Zhan naturally took out a bank card from the wallet and handed it to the counter.

Siluo blinked, looking at Zong Zhan inexplicably, and forgot to speak for a moment.

"What?" The man noticed her gaze, and he paused when he handed the card, "I didn't buy enough?"

Siluo looked at the bank card, "Are you checking out?"

"Is there a problem?" Zong Zhan handed the card to the cashier, squinting at her weird face, "Will you be in line for spending money?"

Siluo curled her mouth, leaning on the counter and said faintly: "That's not necessary, you are the only one."

Zong Zhan raised his thick eyebrows in surprise, "Your ex-boyfriends are really good for searching."

Siluo didn't say a word, playing with the decorations on the counter in a weird manner, but Yu Guang looked at the man next to him secretly.

The reason why this feeling is amazing is that no man has ever actively paid for Silo's consumption.

She is too independent, too proud, just a few pieces of clothes can be millions, which will make many men who have less financial resources feel embarrassed and escape.

Zong Zhan is the only exception in Shi Luo's emotional world.

……

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Zong Zhan returned all the shopping bags to the car, and then took Siluo to the nearest western restaurant for dinner.

The two walked hand in hand to the door of the restaurant and ran into four acquaintances as soon as they pushed the door.

Bai Yan and Gu Chen, Su Moshi and Wu Minmin.

At that moment, the atmosphere was awkward.

Bai Yan held a toothpick at the corner of his mouth, and a playful sneer in his eyes, "Isn't that you can't go out to heal your wounds?"

Zong Zhan answered calmly, "Well, you have to admit the wrong person."

Everyone: "..."

Anything else, Zong Zhan is indeed invincible on this road of not being a human being.

After a few people exchanged simple greetings, Bai Yan led them out of the restaurant first.

Zong Zhan accompanied Siluo to enjoy the rare two-person world. Although his face was a bit stinky, he patiently sliced ​​steaks and peeled lobsters for the opposite woman.

Time flies, and it's evening.

The two returned to the hotel, Shi Luo took off her shoes and collapsed on the sofa, "Coffee..."

Zong Zhan took a coffee takeaway and brought it to her, "I will put some water for you, it will be more comfortable to take a bath."

"It's time."

Hearing the sound, Zong Zhan licked his posterior molars and teased, "It's really enough to spoil you for three days."

Siluo took a sip of coffee and squinted fox eyes comfortably, "You regret it?"

"No regrets." Zong Zhan leaned over and kissed her red lips fiercely, "I am extremely happy."

Siluo didn't really want to call him, put the coffee cup on the coffee table, holding the man's shoulder, and suggested: "Wait for a while and then put the water, go shopping for an afternoon, lie down together."

Zong Zhan curled his lips without a trace, sat down on his side, and said, "Go and lie down on the bed?"

"Can't walk."

Zong Zhan chuckles and hugs her sideways. He has long been accustomed to Shi Luo's boring little taste.

In the bedroom of the suite, Zong Zhan kicked the door open and walked in with the woman in his arms.

Siluo lay lazily in his arms, staring at the man's profile intently, "Sir, are you so anxious, is it appropriate?"

Zong Zhan's footsteps stopped by the bed, his eyes were smiling, and there was scorching heat in his eyes, "I can see it?"

"You can't tell if you are blind."

Zong Zhan didn't let go of her, but lowered her handsome face, and asked her in a dumb voice: "Can you do it? Give me a good word."

Silo kicked her calf, "It's still nonsense at this time, are you really...well."

Men can’t hear the word ‘No’. What’s more, Zong Zhan deliberately brought her to Burma. He just didn’t want her in the broken mansion of Baiyan’s house.

This was his first, and it was their first.

Can't be hasty, let alone wronged her regardless of occasion.

He didn't have time to participate in the past, but in the future, Shi Luo can only have Zong Zhan.

When this idea flashed through my mind, the two happened to merge into one.

Si Luo's muffled hum with tears and some strange touch directly stunned Zong Zhan, and even his pupils seemed to have an earthquake.

He had imagined thousands of scenes of being with Silo, but everything that happened before his eyes did not belong to one of these thousands.

Siluo was clean for the first time.

This cognition crossed my mind, Zong Zhan's eye sockets suddenly became hot, and the indescribable sentiment rushed into his chest.

He hugged her tightly, his voice trembling, "Silo..."

"Huh?" With tears still hung in the corners of her eyes, Shi Luo patted the man's handsome face in disbelief, "You actually called me by name instead of me baby? You..."

Siluo felt aggrieved, a bit of the kind of grievance that she wanted to make heaven and earth.

"Bao'er." Zong Zhan pressed her lips to call her, "Why didn't you say it before?"

If he knew this was her first time, he wouldn't be so impulsive.

Silo wiped the corners of her eyes, "Have you asked me?"

Indeed, he never asked, because it was preconceived.

At this moment, no matter how much words were said, Zong Zhan held her face, kissed the tears from the corner of her eye, and murmured: "It's great, Shi Luo, you are mine, I am alone. Yes, this is great..."