Eldest brother Li Jun will find Shaoyan and write down the symptoms of physical discomfort to Shang Yu. It's probably hard to tell.

And he can do this. Li Qiao guesses that their husband and wife should have reached a consensus on some things.

No wonder at the dinner table tonight, she obviously felt that the state between her eldest brother and sister-in-law was very delicate. It was not as respectful as before.

....

On the second day of the lunar new year, Li Qiao and Shang Yu set out for Pama.

According to the festival customs of Nanyang, Li Jun also accompanied Zongyue back to Dijing's mother's house.

It's spring on the second day of the first month.

But the imperial capital is still chilly in spring.

Zong Yue and Li Jun returned to Zong's old house. In addition to his grandfather Zong Hesong and his mother Liang Wanhua, his third uncle zongzhan was not there.

The couple seldom come back together. When the master is happy, he inevitably starts talking about having children again.

Zong Yue sat in the hall, bowed his head and hesitated and said, "Grandpa, actually I..."

"Old man, Xiaoyue and I are still working hard. We will tell you in advance if we have news." Li Jun pinched Zongyue's wrist under the table, forcibly cut off her words and solemnly assured zonghesong.

"What's the use of just working hard? It's been nearly two years and hasn't bloomed and bear fruit." after that, Zong Hesong sighed bitterly. "The old Duanmu next door has two great grandchildren for three years and shows off with me all day. Xiaoyue, did you hear that?"

Zong Yue nodded like a chicken pecking rice. "I hear you, Grandpa."

"Don't hurry to live when you hear it." Zong Hesong pretended to be angry and patted the table. His eyes kept glancing at Zongyue's stomach. He wanted to hold his great grandson right away.

Seeing this, Zong Yue flashed a narrow look at the bottom of her eyes and asked, "Grandpa, if you have time to urge the third uncle, he might be faster than me if he gets married?"

"He?" Zong Hesong snorted coldly, "that smelly boy, do you like it or not?"

That smelly boy is picky all day. He introduces many ladies to him. He either dislikes the woman's lack of character or doesn't like her appearance.

Zong Hesong even once thought whether Zong Zhan had any orientation problem.

After all, I joined the military headquarters when I was young. I haven't had a woman around me for so many years. I don't know whether the parts are difficult to work or I'm not interested in women.

In short, it's better to urge Zong Yue to give birth quickly than to expect Zong Zhan.

Zong Yue was relieved to see that the old man's attention was completely diverted.

Third uncle, I'm sorry. Please help me make a pot.

At the same time, Zong Zhan, who was forced to hold the pot, looked for Xi Luo aimlessly in the imperial capital.

He drove his jeep through the streets and almost looked for the places where Shiluo often haunted, but he found nothing.

If the woman doesn't obey, he doesn't mind signing a new deed of sale with her!

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zong Zhandi didn't know how many times he dialed Xi Luo's phone, and the prompt tone in the receiver was finally no longer unable to connect.

Xi Luo's dumb voice was soft and didn't wake up. "What's the matter, big head. Long?"

"Where is it?" Zong Zhanjun's face was frosty, holding the finger belly of the mobile phone and making constant efforts, and his joints were faintly white.

Shiloh seemed to be drinking water, and it didn't end.

Zong Zhan listened to the voice at that end. After a long wait, the woman began lazily: "are you talking nonsense? Of course I'm at home."

"Where, who, home?" Zong Zhan said word by word. Even if he couldn't see each other's look on the phone, he could hear his extremely low and unhappy tone.

Xiluo said, "find it yourself."

"Doodle doodle -"

Zong Zhan held up his mobile phone and called again. Xi Luo began to pretend not to answer.

He suspected that this woman was specially to test his bottom line.

Half an hour later, Zong Zhan returned to Dijing Beiyuan. He didn't believe Xi Luo would be here because he had looked for it in the morning.

And the woman's mobile phone doesn't know who implanted the anti tracking firewall, and even his technology can't locate her.

Damn it.

Fei Cheng Bai Yan, Pama Li Qiao, both ears were hot, as if someone was talking about them.

Zongzhan parked his car, walked into the porch and slammed the door very vigorously.

The loud door closing made Xi Luo's hand shake. Half a cup of warm water spilled on her chest and wet her chiffon shirt.

Zong Zhan walked into the living room with cold. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Xi Luo standing at the door of the restaurant with an expressionless face.

Inexplicably, most of his anger dissipated.

Xi Luo slowly wiped the water stains on his shirt, held the cup and raised his eyelids. "The man who slammed the door is the worst. Why don't you throw a mine?"

Zong Zhan's just relaxed look again covered with clouds, "Xiluo, didn't I say don't run around in the imperial capital?"

"What did you say you didn't know?" Xi Luobai glanced at him, took out a paper towel near the tea table and pressed it on the wet cloth. "She asked me this and that all day. My sister is not your memo."

Zong Zhan: "

He has seen many women with beautiful tongues, but he has never seen a woman like Xi Luo who can speak and hate.

He was often silenced.

Zong Zhan strided in front of her, stretched out his hand to pick up her chin, and then

Xiluo rolled up a tissue and stuffed it directly into his palm. "Thank you."

"Xi Luo." Zong Zhan threw away his paper towel and was about to speak. The mobile phone in Xi Luo's pocket buzzed. She took out a look. There was no comment on the number, but she was familiar with it.

The woman hid her cunning eyes and suddenly smiled with an unknown meaning, "Hey, Zongbo, happy new year."

Zong Zhan: "?"

There are many imperial surnames, but Xiluo's respectful Zongbo sounds like a good family woman.

"Yes, I'm still in Dijing."

Zong Bo at the other end didn't know what to say, but Xi Luo pretended to cover her lips and smile, "you are an elder. How dare I brush your kindness, Zong Bo? I'll see you soon."

try to deceive by covering up one 's real purpose!

This is zongzhan's only feeling.

Xi Luo is too clever to pretend. She is not only cunning, but also full of bad water.

Can't the Pope see her nature?

At this time, Xi Luo turned and went upstairs. Zong Zhan strode. The woman spoke in time, "big head. Long, send me out of the door later."

"It's good for you to let the employer send you out?" Zong Zhan pinched his waist with one hand. "You can ask me to try!"

Xi Luo smiled twice. Then she poked her mobile phone casually and sent it to her ear again. In the living room, she could only hear the woman's fake sad voice, "Zong Bo, I'm really sorry. My wallet and mobile phone were stolen and I didn't have cash on me. I may not be able to take a taxi to visit you..."

"Ah?" Xi Luo smiled cunningly, but said in a flattered tone, "is that appropriate?"

Zong Zhan sneered and looked down on Zong Bo in her mouth.

Just before Xiluo hung up the phone, she said the last sentence, "OK, listen to you. I'm at No. 32, Dijing North Garden. Uncle Zong, you're the kindest uncle I've ever seen."

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