Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 1197 On shameless, she is ashamed

  He said: "Just your body, don't say too much, I can...go deeper and deeper."

   Xi Luo closed her eyes and stopped talking, turned her head to one side, and tactically avoided this question.

  She admits defeat.

  On shame, she feels ashamed.

  After a messy fight, Zong Zhan let go of Shi Luo.

  Obviously nothing happened, but it seemed like something happened.

  Si Luo tidyed up his shirt, looked down at the red mark on his shoulder, and wondered which floor of the kitchen wall cabinet is hot?

  Half half past seven, a normal black Santana parked in Dijing Beiyuan.

  Si Luo still hid upstairs and did not get down. Zong Zhan knew that she might be racking her brains thinking about how to calculate him.

   Outside the entrance, the attendant Xiong Ze walked in wearing camouflage uniforms, "Boss, are you leaving now?"

  Zong Zhan's ankles were on his knees, and he gestured to the stairs, "Your sister Luo is upstairs."

   "Then I'll call her." Xiong Ze said as usual, stepping on combat boots to go upstairs.

  Zong Zhan pulled off his tight neckline, "She is in the master bedroom."

  Xiong Ze suddenly turned around, his face looked like gossip, "Boss, it's okay, is this already?"

  He raised his hand as he spoke, and raised his two thumbs to nod each other.

  Zong Zhan took a puff of smoke, "After returning to the camp, bear a load of five kilometers. Don't sleep if you can't finish running."

   Xiong Ze's finger movement stopped abruptly.

  ...

  Five minutes later, Siluo slowly returned to the living room. Xiong Ze was still behind her, carrying a small suitcase in his hand.

  She sat down without saying a word, took out the medicine cabinet from under the coffee table, and silently gave medicine to her ankle.

  Xiong Ze secretly glanced at Zong Zhan, comprehending the look in his eyes, and took the lead to go out with the suitcase.

  Si Luo didn't know where he was going, and didn't ask much. Anyway, in the past year or so, Zong Zhan would change his residence from time to time, just like Cunning Rabbit Three Caves.

  But what Xiluo did not expect was that the Santana sedan stopped at a military training camp in the outskirts of Miyun Mountain near nine o'clock in the evening.

  She was sure she was right, this was the jurisdiction of the Imperial Army.

   Xi Luo looked sideways slowly, staring at Zong Zhan blankly, "Are you kidding?"

  Xiong Ze in the front row did not hear the conversation between the two, because he was leaning half of his body out of the car window to check the documents for the brother at the sentry.

  At this time, Zong Zhan, who closed his eyes and calmed his mind, said quietly, “I’m not letting me protect your safety. Who dares to come to this area?”

   Xi Luo squeezed her palms abruptly, and asked confidently: "How do you think I dare?!"

  Military base, she has no freedom after entering.

  "Aren't you super-powerful?" Zong Zhan lifted his eyelids and lowered his head to adjust his cuffs.

  In this way, Siluo didn't even have room to resist, and watched the car drive into the gate, heading towards the depths of the hinterland all the way.

  Si Luo, who is used to being free and easy, has gone wrong since entering the camp.

  Fortunately, at night, Zong Zhan directly took her back to his dormitory.

  Then, a lady’s camouflage uniform was thrown onto the bed by the man, “Starting tomorrow, wear this.”

  Si Luo sat on the foot of the bed with her legs folded, her hands around her chest, her face was full of displeas, "I don't wear clothes without a waist."

   "Then be naked." Zong Zhan turned his back to her and took off his coat, unbuttoning his shirt one by one, "I don't mind."

  Listen, is this human? !

   Xi Luo looked down at the green bedding, her head was big, "Zong Zhan, let's talk."

  "What are you talking about?" The man took off his white shirt in front of her, his strong and sturdy back line was flowing with a sense of strength.

   Silo has no time to admire his body, after all, after seeing it many times, she has long been immune.

  But she still stared at Zong Zhan's movement of leaning over and picking up the green short sleeves, and said coldly, "You have the ability to continue taking it off."

   With a "click", the dark buckle of the belt rang.

  Zong Zhan gave full play to his shameless spirit, pulled off his belt and threw it on the bed, "Would you like to come and see?"

   Silo got up and left, she just didn't want to follow his will.

  I have seen the upper body many times, but I have never seen the lower body.

   Shi Luo made a gesture to go to the bathroom, and the moment she opened the door, she looked back quickly, ready to take a peek.

  Zong Zhan, who was standing next to the bed, had been facing the direction of the bathroom for some time, unbuttoning the buttons slowly, and pulling the zipper.

  Siluo felt that she couldn't be counseled at this time, and she simply pushed her toes against the wooden door of the bathroom, leaning against the door frame to look at it with relish, "Continue!"

  Zong Zhan’s movements stopped, and he raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I’m so excited, right?"

   "You just pretend that I haven't seen it before, and want to have a long experience." Silo raised the hair on her shoulders with a playful and sly expression, "If you dare not, immediately send sister out..."

  Zong Zhan sneered and changed into camouflage pants without hesitation.

   Silo closed her eyes and fell silent.

  This round, I lost again.

  When a man starts to shame, he is destined to be invincible.

   Shi Luo leaned against the door and lowered her head. No matter how much she said, she was actually a pure woman in body and mind.

  It's not just keeping the virginity before marriage, but in the past few years, Shi Luo has never met the man she wants to deliver voluntarily.

not a single one.

  The British Emperor's gentleman is outstanding and elegant enough, but not masculine, and his behavior is like mass printing.

  It is better to call it Wen Wen and polite, but in fact, they are all very polite.

  As for domestic men, Shi Luo has also seen many men.

  For example, Shang Shaoyan on the top of the mountain, He Chen, who is handsome and deceptive, and even Bai Yan, who sells fried rice.

  But Shang Shaoyan, she can't control it.

  He Chen is too similar to her again, and there is no spark between the two.

  As for the fried rice seller, forget it, don’t mention it.

  So, Silo, like many single girls, seems to have experienced a lot of battles, but the truth is...nothing.

  She does not reject love, but enjoys being single day after day.

  Not long after, Zong Zhan changed into camouflage uniforms, stepped on military boots and walked in front of her, "Enough to see?"

  Siluo raised her head lazily, the man dressed in a camouflage uniform and a camouflage cap, the handsome face still had a sneer smile, but it fell in his eyes, but became tough and upright.

  Men, either wear military uniforms to defend their homes, or wear suits to plan tactics.

  Siluo suddenly felt that Zong Zhan should be able to do the job no matter whether it is defending his home or strategizing.

  As soon as the idea came up, she laughed spontaneously, turned and walked into the bathroom, and slammed the wooden door with a bang.

  She is 80% crazy to have an idea.

   Outside the door, Zong Zhan adjusted the brim of his hat, silently raised his thin lips, and then walked out of the dormitory.

   In the training field outside the camp, Zong Zhan took his cell phone and called Zong Hesong.

   On the other end, the old man's voice was impatiently with mahjong rubbing in his ears, "Smelly boy, what are you calling in the middle of the night? I can't say something during the day?"

   "You haven’t got the identity you wanted before?"

  Zong Hesong snorted with the phone between his shoulders, "It can be done so easily, why don't you do it yourself?"

   "You can't figure it out, I can't do it anymore." Zong Zhan leaned against the horizontal bar, pretending to sigh with regret, "It seems that Xi Luo's bad luck can only be blamed."

  The sound of rubbing mahjong disappeared, Zong Hesong clutched the receiver, and immediately asked with a smile, "San'er, who is the identity for Xiao Xi?"

   "Well, it's her."

  As soon as Zongzhan answered, Zong Hesong raised his hand to greet the housekeeper, “Old Chen, quickly send that press card to the third child. The sooner the better, I’ll go tonight.”

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  (End of this chapter)