Zong Zhan sneered more and more. "You lost your cell phone and wallet. Do you call him with your brain waves?"

Xi Luo glanced at him, twisted her waist and went upstairs. "I dare say so. Naturally, I can tell a lie, so I don't bother big head. I'm worried about it."

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

The woman went up without looking back. "I don't agree with you to breathe. Do you listen?"

Zong Zhan: "

People say that women are thorny roses, but Zong Zhan doesn't think it's accurate enough. At least Xi Luo is not a thorny rose. It's a fucking wild horse with thorns. It's not only clean-up, but also adjustment.

....

Forty minutes later, Xi Luo returned to the living room from upstairs wearing a very intellectual and elegant woolen skirt and coat and carrying two bottles of expensive rotten sweet white.

Zong Zhan put his legs on the tea table, shook his toes and smoked comfortably, "Xi Luo, don't blame my third brother for not reminding you. If you dare to go out today, I'll let you..."

"Ding Dong -"

Xi Luo tidied up the hem of her coat and nuzui to the porch, "OK, then open the door and drive people away."

Zong Zhan narrowed his eyes in an instant, "turn sex? So obedient?"

"There's no way. People are under the eaves." Xiluo innocently urged him, "go, I'll wait for your good news."

Three seconds later, Zong Zhan dusted the soot on his trouser legs. When he got up and walked to the porch, he vaguely felt that the two bottles of expensive rotten sweet white in her hand looked familiar.

The moment the door opened, Zong Zhan made a secret operation. It was the limited edition of the collection in his wine cellar, "Xiluo, you fucking..."

"Third Master?" the housekeeper Chen outside the door was stunned.

Zong Zhan stood where he was and looked at housekeeper Chen with a gloomy face. He didn't care about the expensive rot and sweet white of the collection. "Old Chen, what are you doing here?"

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

"Yes, Uncle Chen, I'm here!" Xi Luo floated out with a smile carrying two bottles of expensive rotten sweet white. "Please come in person. I'm sorry."

Zong Zhan felt retarded for a moment.

When housekeeper Chen saw Xi Luo, he immediately rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "Miss Xi, you're welcome. Let's go. The old man is waiting for you to play mahjong with him."

"Lao Chen." Zong Zhan held his chin and looked unhappy, "she and the old man..."

Housekeeper Chen quickly answered, "Miss Xi is an old man who forgets his friends at first sight."

"Forget what?"

....

In Zong's old house, Zong yuezheng and Li Jun sit in their wing room watching TV.

Not a moment later, housekeeper Chen's surprise cry came from outside the door, "Sir, Miss Xi is here."

Zong Yue raised his head from Li Jun's shoulder, "it seems that there are guests."

"Let's go." Li Jun took the remote control to turn off the TV, picked up the coat on the armrest and put it on her shoulder, "go out and have a look."

The two walked out of the wing room side by side and connected the courtyard in front and back. However, they saw Xi Luo following housekeeper Chen and stepping on the cat step from far to near.

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

Xi Luo put her hands in her coat pocket and nodded to Zongyue and Li Jun, "happy new year."

Zong Yue muttered blankly, "how can Xi always know grandpa?"

Li Jun pursed his lips and said, "it may be an old acquaintance. I'm a little impressed that Qiao Qiao is her boss."

Zongyue said nothing.

Li Jun's impression of Xi Luo may still stay at the time when Zongyue entered the police station because he hit the supplier two years ago.

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

Zong Yue was close to Li Jun and looked at Zong Zhan, the third uncle who kept licking his teeth.

Zong Yue only saw his look in the military training camp.

The third uncle looks like this every time he gives recruits eggs.

But now he stared at President Xi as if he had a deep hatred.

In the hall, Zong Hesong took a bottle of expensive rotten sweet white and looked at it carefully. "Well, it's a good year for expensive rotten, didn't it cost a lot of money?"

Xi Luo pinned the hair on her cheeks behind her ears and replied with a smile, "no, it's from a friend. I'm offering flowers to Buddha."

Zong Zhan smiled, "Miss Xi's friend... Really, big and square!"

Those two bottles of limited edition collection are over a million. He saved them for three years and was not willing to drink them.

Fuck!

"Well, they are all rich friends."

Before Zong Hesong made a sound, Zong Zhan sneered: "you didn't lose your cell phone and wallet. Why didn't those rich friends help you?"

Xi Luo looked sideways at Zong Hesong. "Of course, I have to thank Zong Bo."

"Oh? Thank me for what?" Zong Hesong touched your rotten sweet white, as if he was completely wary of Xi Luo.

Xi Luo cleared her throat and said, "if your son Mr. zongzhan hadn't passed by to rescue me, my mobile phone and wallet wouldn't have been found so soon. Zongbo, if you don't believe it, ask housekeeper Chen if he received me at Mr. Zong's house."

Housekeeper Chen immediately took a step forward, "Sir, it's true. The third master frightened me when he opened the door."

Zong Zhan: "

She's not a Mustang, is she a fucking sickle with thorns?

Zong Hesong patted the wine bottle with an air of great wonder in the world, "fate, fate... What's fate? Xiao Yue, what did you say?"

Zongyue hasn't figured out the situation yet, but after observing for a long time, she vaguely felt that there was something strange about the relationship between third uncle and Xi Luo.

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

"Yes, it's wonderful fate!" Zong Hesong said. He put down the wine bottle and greeted housekeeper Chen. "Lao Chen, go and get my Hetian jade mahjong. Xiao Xi, play eight rounds first?"

"No problem, listen to you."

Three minutes later, Li Jun, Zong Zhan, Xi Luo and Zong Hesong began to play mahjong.

Zong Yue and Liang Wanhua helped pour water nearby and watched the excitement.

So, the next scene became like this

After half a lap, Xi Luo touched the card in her hand and threw it directly on the table, "three cakes."

Zong Hesong raised his hand and the old God pushed three cards on the ground, "don't move, I'll stick."

The old man set up his cards, pondered for a few seconds, and hit a seven card.

When Li Jungang wanted to touch the card, Xi Luo immediately said, "touch."

Zong Zhan leaned against his back and looked very playful. He looked at it for half a minute, licked his back teeth and said, "the technology is not good. Cheating is perfect. Why don't you two shine your cards directly."

Li Jun also pursed his lips and handed Zongyue a helpless smiling line of sight.

At this time, Xi Luo turned a blind eye to Zong Zhan's words. Her slender fingers crossed the card surface and pretended to play a card, "60000."

Zong Hesong's eyebrows and eyes brightened and directly pushed the card, "Hu."

Zong Zhan opened his chair and left, "Zong Yue, you come!"

He had to find out how Shiloh's sickle with thorns had been pulled to his house with an old man who knew how to pretend to be confused.

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