In the study, smoke swirled.

After smoking two cigarettes, Li Jun called his assistant, "I have something to do recently. I will postpone all my work after tomorrow. I will deal with it uniformly when the festival returns to work."

The assistant didn't ask much, so he did as he said.

....

The next morning, Zong Yue didn't have to go to work. He stayed in bed until 9:30 and swayed into the restaurant looking for food.

Li Jun had gone to the unit. As usual, she was ready to open the refrigerator to get bread and milk. Just two steps later, she found steam droplets on the insulation cover on the table.

Zong Yue opened the lid suspiciously and stared at the warm milk and fried egg toast in the plate.

For the first time.

Zongyue bit the corner of his mouth, took out his mobile phone, took a picture, opened wechat and sent it to Li Jun.

Please feel at ease: brother Jun, are you ready?

Although Li Jun didn't return in seconds, after three or four minutes, he sent a reply: Well, eat while it's hot.

Zong Yue picked up his chopsticks and poked the soft bread. It's not a decoration. It's true.

Um... What happened to him?

Zong Yue took a sip of the milk cup, and his mobile phone rang again.

Brother Jun: I'm free to pack up my salute in the afternoon.

Yue your peace of mind: where to? [wondering]

Brother Jun: Island.

Yue your peace of mind: isn't your unit busy?

Brother Jun: it's a holiday.

Zongyue stared suspiciously at the three words on the mobile phone and felt very strange.

Every Spring Festival, he has to be busy until new year's Eve. Is it a holiday so early this year?

Zongyue frowned a little embarrassed. After breakfast, he called zongzhan, "uncle, I can't go to Dijing tomorrow."

Zong Zhan seemed to be outside, and the wind in the receiver was very loud, "why? Have you learned to stand your third uncle's pigeon?"

This is a little choking.

Zong Yue said he didn't dare. He hesitated for a few seconds and added, "it's not something temporary at home."

Zong Zhan said, "are you sure it's not Li Jun?"

Zong Yue: "

She couldn't find a suitable excuse for the moment, but her silence was tacit.

Zong Zhan fixed his top cheek Gang, "Zong Xiaoyue, you'll get used to him as a waste sooner or later."

Before Zongyue could reply, the phone was cut off.

At this time, Zong Zhan, who was in the imperial capital, bowed into the jeep. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Xi Luo smoking with a lady on his shoulder.

"Who told you to smoke in the car?"

Xi Luo, with her black fingernails and a cigarette between her fingers, dusted out of the window. "Big head. Long, when did you say you couldn't smoke in the car?"

Zong Zhan calm face, word by word, "put out the cigarette."

Xi Luo turned a deaf ear and blew smoke into his face. "If you don't like me smoking, you can let me go? Why embarrass yourself."

"Stir up the law?" Zong Zhan grabbed the slender lady's cigarette, lowered the window and bounced directly out of the window. "I'm tired of talking about the spirit of contract."

"Dong Dong -"

The window of the cab was forced to buckle three times. A sanitation man raised a wooden clip, "young man, smoking is forbidden in this area. Do you know that you dare to throw cigarette butts everywhere, and you will be fined 50 next time."

Xi Luo smiled cunningly and playfully. Zong Zhan said sorry with his teeth and quickly started the engine to leave the auxiliary road on the street.

At the end of the car, the sanitation uncle looked at the five one license plate numbers and muttered, "Yo, it's still the license plate of Beijing a, and the quality is just like that."

Xi Luo's window hasn't risen yet. She happened to hear the ridicule of the sanitation master. She crossed her legs, supported her forehead and smacked her tongue: "tut Tut, I always thought Zong Da Shou. Growing up in the imperial capital has been known to everyone, but it's not."

"Xiluo, if you don't talk, you really look like a good woman."

"Really?" Xiluo shook her long wavy hair. "Your definition of a good woman is really superficial. Haven't you seen a lady who talks less?"

This lady, of course, has two meanings.

Zong Zhan glanced at her contemptuously, "which good woman keeps chickens and ducks on her lips all day?"

After a few seconds, Xi Luomo leaned against the back of the chair with his shoulders, and his smile became more and more brilliant. "Zong Da Shou. Chang, I found that your men like to buckle their hats for women? In your eyes, they don't smoke or drink. They turn around your men every day and call women good?"

"Almost." Zong Zhan answered naturally.

Xi Luo immediately sneered, "then you men are really shameless. A word reflects your arrogance and self righteousness. Where is your self-confidence?"

Zong Zhan stopped the car at the side of the road with a quick brake and stared coldly at Xi Luo, "you are so naughty and mean, can those little milk dogs stand you?"

"No matter whether they can stand it or not, at least they are obedient and sensible. They won't easily discuss with me such disgusting topics as good women and bad women."

Zong Zhan's Adam's apple rolled and his tone was a little slow. "You really have a face."

Xi Luo once again took out the cigarette box from her pocket, ignored Zong Zhan's warning, lit it and took a sip, "men don't like women, so they forcibly think each other is bad. No matter what they do, they are bad in your eyes.

I say you're superficial, but you don't admit it. Let's say that your niece Zongyue is a good woman among many people. Do you think she's going to end well? She married a straight and stereotyped old man and revolved around each other all day. That's what you like? "

Zong Zhan replied with silence, mainly because he didn't think of a countermeasure to refute.

Xi Luo didn't need him to speak, smoking and joking, "Li Qiao smokes, drinks and fights, and touches everything. You say she's not a good woman. Try it? Zong Da Shou. Chang, wake up early. Women who depend on men may not be good, and those who rely on themselves may not be unable to marry."

After that, Xi Luo felt angry and smoked a cigarette and blew it on his face, "remember? Next time you talk to me about good women and bad women, I don't mind recording it to Li Qiao. By the way, let the Archbishop of her family see it."

Zong Zhan narrowed his eyes dangerously, and his thin lips smiled coldly. "You also mean to compare with Zong Yue?"

"I really can't compare." Xiluo leaned against the back of the chair and shook her toes. "I'm ashamed of her character of silently paying for men. If she is the benchmark of a good woman in your eyes, I abstain."

Xi Luo has no feelings for Zong Yue. To be exact, she doesn't like her too soft temperament.

She likes all challenging and exciting people and things.

Such as Li Qiao, such as Bai Yan.

Xiluo can't do the stupid thing of burning herself to illuminate others.

So she would rather be cunning, at least natural and unrestrained.

The world is so unfriendly to women that they are surrounded by rules and regulations. No one even asks, is that right?

Just like Zong Yue, he dared not say anything about his physical problems for fear of being criticized and despised.

She's crazy to choose to be a good woman!

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