Outright Favoritism

Chapter 1191 Third Brother Live With You

Zong Zhan’s hands on his hips, condescendingly looked at Silo, who was rebellious.

A few seconds later, he put his palm on the back of her chair, leaned down, his smile brought out a bit of scorn, “No problem, Brother 3…accompany, you, live.”

Shi Luo dodged abruptly, and was about to punch him, the man had already turned and left the balcony.

At that moment, the masculine breath on his body came to his face, not spices, but pure hormonal flavors.

Siluo pressed her temple, feeling an unspeakable feeling in her heart.

Actually…she has been calculating Zongzhan from the beginning, and has been against him everywhere in the past year.

Zong Zhan’s heart is like a mirror, but he has shown unprecedented patience.

Shi Luo lowered her eyes, a clear smile appeared on her lips, the dog must have a conspiracy.

It was getting late, and a curtain of neon lights lit up over the city.

The night breeze in March was still cool. Silo spent a long time thinking on the balcony. After she reacted, she realized that she was cold all over her body.

Xiluo opened the chair and prepared to return to the house, turned around and looked at the closed balcony sliding door, almost not cursing the street.

No wonder it’s so cold.

She said that Zong Zhan is pushing his heart to be wrong!

Siluo thought the sliding door was locked, so she kicked the door frame with her high heels, and the door opened a gap.

Oh, I misunderstood him.

Xiluo curled her lips in a weird manner, and walked into the warm room, and the fragrance of laundry detergent instantly puffed her nose.

She raised her eyes suspiciously. In just over an hour, the room was already spotless, and the dusty coffee table and floor were as clean as new.

Siluo heard the movement in the bathroom, walked over gently, looked along the crack of the door, and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Zong Zhan is doing housework and is wiping the sink with a rag in his hand.

Siluo looked distraught, and rarely said anything to ridicule.

She had never seen Zong Zhan doing housework, at least she had never seen him do these things in Emperor Jing.

Dijing Beiyuan’s villa is cleaned regularly, and even in the military department, with his military rank, there will be a clerical staff to sort out the house for him.

Siluo suddenly remembered a sentence, but I don’t know who said it: men who do housework are the most attractive.

I have to admit that Zong Zhan at this moment is a little more pyrotechnic than usual.

Then, the man who was bent over to wipe the sink, turned his back to her and spoke: “If you want to see you, just look at it with integrity, hiding outside the door for fear that I will laugh at you?”

Shi Luo: “…”

Man who can do housework is indeed attractive, but dogs do not!

Even if he washes the whole building, he is still a dog.

Silo glared at him, then turned around and went to his bedroom.

There was a lot of dust in the room, and it was obviously not cleaned.

Shi Luo looked down at the marble floor at the entrance of the bedroom. A dust dividing line perfectly separated her bedroom from other areas.

In other words, Zong Zhan cleaned all the rooms, but did not clean her master bedroom?

Shi Luo did not believe in evil, turned around and walked around in the apartment, smiling.

All rooms, including guest rooms, are clean and tidy, and even the bedding has been changed.

Shi Luo took a deep breath, lifted her foot into the master bedroom, and slammed the door.

Finally, she will do it herself.

……

Twenty minutes later, Shi Luo walked out of the master bedroom with a cold face, the bedroom behind it was a mess.

The two-meter double bed was thrown crookedly on the bed, the quilt cover only had one corner, and the other half was pulled down on the ground.

Si Luo didn’t want to ask Zong Zhan for help, so she planned to take the clean guest room as her own.

At this time, the room door was hidden, she stretched out her hand and pushed it straight in, then was hit by a fleshy wall and took two or three steps back, “Oh…”

Zong Zhan wants to go out, Shi Luo wants to go in, the two of them bumped into each other.

This kind of ordinary contact will not cause them any sparks. Shi Luo leaned on the door frame and glanced into the guest room, “What are you doing?

Zong Zhan, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, slammed straight in front of her. As he paced forward, he pushed back Shi Luo who was trying to enter the door, “It’s finished?”

He moved forward, Silo had to back up, and the two stood in the corridor, staring at each other.

It is said that the night is falling, men and women are alone, and the light on the ceiling is easy to cause ambiguous yellow. In this situation, something will happen to normal men and women.

But Ms. Xi has never believed in the practice of having fun in time, and she raised her chin on the side of the master bedroom opposite the door, “San Ye, help?”

Zong Zhan looked down at Silo, who was calm, and raised his foot over her and walked towards the master bedroom.

Siluo, this self-care waste material, is rare to not respond, “It’s easy to say, brother three.”

For the next five minutes, Shi Luo regretted it again.

She is a hundred times better than Zong Zhan by finding a part-time worker to come and help.

People from the military department have an extraordinary ability to organize internal affairs.

But Shi Luo underestimated Zong Zhan’s dogmatic speech.

For example: “Are you almost 30? Can’t change the sheets?”

For example: “Can’t you tell if the bed cover is reversed?”

Another example: “Who gave you a change before? Or…no change?”

Shi Luo smirked, leaning on the dressing table to find steps for herself, “There was someone else before.”

Zong Zhan paused slightly when he sorted the sheets, “I suggest you continue to look for them next time.”

After that, the man turned around and left.

Siluo looked at the changed sheets on the floor, hugged it up and threw it to the bathroom.

In the living room, Zong Zhan was smoking, and bold smoke floated around him, blurring the man’s fortitude and coldness.

Siluo stepped forward and picked up the cigarette case at the corner of the table.

Half a cigarette, Zong Zhan broke his silence, “What to eat at night?”

“Go to the mall.” Shi Luo sat on the coffee table with her slack legs, “Just to buy some clothes.”

Zong Zhan pursed her lips, watching her sitting posture, “Shuyuan, a well-known door from a British emperor and nobleman, is your virtue at home?”

“Are you sick again?” Silo glanced at him lazily, “Tagging women all the time, you graduated from the College of Women’s Virtue?”

Zong Zhan rolled his Adam’s apple and raised his lips unclearly, “Ms. Xi, accepting criticism and guidance, is it so difficult for you?”

Shi Luo turned to look at the floor-to-ceiling window, shrugged and smiled: “How many people don’t understand themselves. They have any faces to criticize and point others. Besides, do you think the famous Shuyuan is so good? Isn’t it all to please your men?”

“Have you been hurt? Otherwise, why do you have such a big malice towards men?”

“That’s not it.” Silopi smiled and said, “At this moment, I am only malicious towards you.”

Zong Zhan took a puff of smoke, “I’m so **** honored.”

Within a few minutes, the two of them went out to the mall together after smoking.

Perhaps it is that it is not easy for outsiders to enter the land of Nanyang, and Zong Zhan’s control and restraint on Shi Luo are not as strict as that of Emperor Jing.

The two drove a Mercedes-Benz Grand G through the streets and alleys, and soon they came to a seafood sushi restaurant hidden in a deep alley.

As soon as    entered the door, Zong Zhan ran into He Chen, who was carrying the takeaway box.

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(End of this chapter)