Outright Favoritism

  Chapter 1182 Barbed sickle

  Zong Zhan’s sneer on his face became more and more serious, “I lost my phone and wallet. Did you call him with brain waves?”

  Siluo squinted at him, twisted his waist and walked upstairs, "I dare to say that, I can naturally lie, so I don’t bother with the big head. I will worry about it."

  Zong Zhan stepped on the coffee table with one leg, his arms bent on his knees, "Ms. Xi, do I agree that you go out?"

  The woman stepped up without looking back, "I still don’t agree with you panting, do you listen?"

  Zong Zhan: "..."

  People say that women are thorny roses, but Zong Zhan feels that it is not accurate enough. At least Shi Luo is not a thorny rose, it is simply a **** wild horse with thorns.

  ……

  Forty minutes later, Silo wore a very intellectual and elegant woolen dress and coat, and returned to the living room from the upper floor with two bottles of Noble Rot Sweet White.

  Zong Zhan put his legs on the coffee table, swaying his toes and smoking a cigarette comfortably, "Siluo, don’t blame the third brother for not reminding you, today if you dare to go out of this door, I will let you..."

   "Ding Dong——"

   Shi Luo tidyed up the hem of his coat, and snorted at the entrance, "Okay, then you can open the door and throw people away."

  Zong Zhan squinted his eyes for an instant, "has changed sex? So obedient?"

   "No way, people are under the eaves." Silo urged him innocently, "Go, I'll wait for your good news."

  Three seconds later, Zong Zhan dusted the soot from his trouser legs. When he got up and walked towards the entrance, he vaguely felt that the two bottles of noble rot in her hand were a bit familiar.

  The moment the door opened, Zong Zhan secretly fucked, it was a limited edition collection in his wine cellar, "Silo, you fucking..."

  "San Ye?" Steward Chen outside the door was stunned.

  Zong Zhan stood in place, looking at Steward Chen with a gloomy face, he couldn't care about the precious rot in the collection, "Old Chen? What are you doing?"

  Housekeeper Chen took off the earbags in surprise, "The old man asked me to pick up Miss Xi at No. 32, Dijing Beiyuan... This is No. 32, right."

  "Yes, yes, Uncle Chen, I'm here!" Xi Luo carried two bottles of noble rot sweet and floated out with a white smile, "I would like to ask you to take a trip by yourself, I can't take it easy."

  Zong Zhan felt that he was demented for a moment.

  The housekeeper Chen saw Shi Luo and immediately rubbed his hands and smiled in a naive manner: "Miss Xi, you are welcome, let's go, the old man is still waiting for you to play mahjong with him."

   "Old Chen." Zong Zhan pressed his cheeks, his eyes were displeased, "She and the old man..."

   Steward Chen quickly answered: "Ms. Xi is the old man's happy birthday."

   "Forget? What? What?"

  ……

  Zong’s old house, Zong Yuezheng and Li Jun sit in their own wing and watch TV.

  Not engraved, butler Chen’s surprise shout came from outside the door, "Master, Miss Xi is here."

  Zong Yue lifted his head from Li Jun’s shoulder, "It looks like a guest is coming."

   "Let's go." Li Jun took the remote control and turned off the TV, then took the coat on the armrest and put it on her shoulders, "Go out and have a look."

  The two walked out of the wing side by side, and the courtyard that went through the front and back, but saw Shi Luo following behind the steward Chen, stepping on the catwalk from far to near.

  Zong Yue opened his mouth, "Xi, President Xi?"

  Si Luo put her hands in her coat pockets, nodded to Zong Yue and Li Jun, "Happy new year."

  Zong Yue muttered blankly, "How did President Xi know Grandpa?"

  Li Jun pursed his lips, and said in a hurry: "Maybe it is an old acquaintance. I have a little impression of Xiaoxi, and Qiaoqiao is her boss."

  Zong Yue stopped speaking.

   Li Jun’s impression of Shi Luo may still remain at the time Zong Yue entered the police station two years ago because of beating a supplier.

  Ten minutes later, the atmosphere in the living room of the East Wing was so strange that it could not be described.

  Zong Yue was next to Li Jun, his third uncle Zong Zhan who kept licking his teeth secretly in his eyes.

  He looks like this, Zong Yue has only seen him in the military training camp.

  Uncle San always gave this expression to the recruits.

   But now he is staring at Mr. Xi intently, as if there is a deep hatred.

In the    hall, Zong Hesong held a bottle of Noble Rot Sweet White and looked at it carefully, "Well, this Noble Rot Year is good, Xiao Xi has spent a lot of money?"

  Si Luo pinned the hair on her cheeks behind her ears, and answered with a smile: "No, a friend gave it to me. I'm borrowing flowers to offer Buddha."

  Zong Zhan seemed to smile, "Miss Xi’s friend...really, generous and generous!"

  The two bottles of the limited edition collection are over one million. He kept them for three years and was not willing to drink them.

  Fuck!

   "It's easy to say, they are all rich friends."

  Zong Hesong didn’t say anything, Zong Zhan sneered again: “It’s not that you lost your phone and wallet. Why didn’t those wealthy friends help you?”

   Xi Luo turned his head to look at Zong Hesong, "Of course I have to thank Uncle Zong."

   "Oh? Thank me for what?" Zong Hesong felt the botrytis sweet and white, as if he was not wary of Shi Luo at all.

Xi Luo cleared his throat, and said something without leaking, "If your son, Mr. Zong Zhan, passed by for the rescue, my phone and wallet would not be retrieved so quickly. Uncle Zong, if you don’t believe me, ask Mr. Chen if he is in Zong. My husband received it from me."

   Steward Chen immediately took a step forward, “Master, it’s true. At that time, the third master opened the door and scared me a lot.”

  Zong Zhan: "..."

  She's not a wild horse, she's a **** prickly sickle, right?

  Zong Hesong took the picture of the wine bottle with a look that is all-inclusive in the world, "fate, fate...what is fate? Xiaoyue, what did that sentence say?"

  Zong Yue hasn't figured out the situation, but after observing for a long time, she also vaguely felt that the relationship between San Shu and Shi Luo was a bit strange.

  She turned her eyes, raised her eyebrows and whispered: "Grandpa, is it a wonderful fate?"

   "Yes, the fate is wonderful!" Zong Hesong put down the wine bottle and greeted the housekeeper Chen, "Old Chen, go get my Hetianyu mahjong, Xiaoxi, play eight times first?"

   "No problem, listen to you."

  Three minutes later, Li Jun, Zong Zhan, Xi Luo, Zong Hesong, the four-man team began to play mahjong.

  Zong Yue and Liang Wanhua were next to help pouring water and watch the excitement by the way.

  So, the next scene became like this...

  After half a circle, Xi Luo touched the card in his hand and threw it directly on the table, "Three cakes."

  Zong Hesong raised his hand, the old **** pushed three cards to the ground, "Don't move, I'm Kong."

  The old man lays out the cards, after pondering for a few seconds, he hits a seven of them.

  As soon as the next family Li Jun was about to draw a card, Shi Luo immediately said, "Bump."

  Zong Zhan leaned on the backrest with a very playful look. He watched for half a minute and licked his posterior molars and said: "The technique is not very good, but you are very good at being an old man. Why don't you two show your cards directly."

  Li Jun also pursed his lips, handing Zong Yue a helpless smile in the air.

  At this time, Siluo ignored Zong Zhan’s words, and ran his slender fingers across the surface of the card, pretending to be entangled to play a card, "Sixty thousand."

  Zong He's eyebrows brightened, and he pushed the card directly, "Huh."

  Zong Zhan lifted his chair and got up and left, "Zong Yue, come!"

  He had to find out how the thorny sickle Siro was drawn to his house, and he knew the old man who was pretending to be confused.

  　6000, ask for a vote.

  (End of this chapter)