Zong Zhan put his hands on his hips and looked down at the anti bone Xi Luo.

A few seconds later, he put his palm on the back of her chair, bent down and smiled a little ruffian, "no problem, third brother... Accompany, you and live."

Xi Luo suddenly dodged aside and was about to meet him. The man had turned and left the balcony.

At that moment, the masculine smell of his body came to his face. It was not spices, but pure hormones.

Xi Luo pressed her temple, and she felt a kind of unspeakable taste in her heart.

In fact... She has been calculating Zong Zhan from the beginning, and has been against him everywhere in the past year.

Zong Zhan's heart is like a mirror, but he shows unprecedented patience.

Xi Luo lowered her eyes and showed a clear smile on her lips. The dog must have a conspiracy.

It was getting late, and a neon curtain was lit over the city.

The night wind in March was still cool. Xi Luo thought on the balcony for a long time. When she reacted, she found that it was cold all over.

Xi Luo opened her chair to go back to the house. As soon as she turned and looked at the closed balcony sliding door, she almost didn't swear.

No wonder it's so cold.

She said zongzhan was a dog with evil intentions!

Xiluo thought the sliding door was locked, raised her foot and kicked the door frame with high heels, and the door opened a seam.

Oh, I misunderstood him.

Xi Luoshan glanced and walked into the warm room. A faint smell of laundry liquid immediately came to her nose.

She looked around suspiciously. In just over an hour, the room was spotless, and the dusty tea table and floor were as clean as new.

When Xi Luo heard something in the bathroom, she walked softly and looked down the crack of the door. She couldn't help but eyebrow in surprise.

Zong Zhan is doing housework and wiping the washing table with a rag in his hand.

Xi Luo's eyes were bleary, and she rarely spoke sarcasm.

She has never seen Zong Zhan do housework, at least not in Dijing.

The villa of Dijing Beiyuan has a cleaning committee to clean it regularly. Even in the military headquarters, with his military rank, there will be handyman to tidy up his internal affairs.

Xi Luo suddenly thought of a sentence. I don't know who said that men who do housework are the most attractive.

I have to admit that zongzhan is more angry than usual.

Then, the man who bent down to wipe the washing table spoke to her with his back: "if you want to see you, just look openly. Hiding outside the door is afraid I'll laugh at you?"

Xi Luo: "

Men who can do housework are really attractive, but dogs don't!

Even if he washed the whole building, he was still a dog.

Xiluo glared at him, turned and went to her bedroom.

There was a lot of dust in the room. It was obviously not cleaned.

Xiluo looked down at the marble floor at the bedroom door. A dust dividing line perfectly separated her bedroom from the other areas.

In other words, Zong Zhan cleaned all the rooms, except her master bedroom?

Not believing in evil, Xi Luo turned around and walked around the apartment, smiling around her chest.

All the rooms, including the guest rooms, are clean and tidy. Even the bedding has been changed.

Xi Luo took a deep breath, raised her feet into the master bedroom and slammed the door.

Just, she'll do it herself.

....

After twenty minutes, Xi Luo came out of the master bedroom with a cold face. The bedroom behind her was in a mess.

The two meter double sheet was sprawled on the bed, the quilt cover was only covered with a corner, and the other half drooped on the ground.

Xi Luo doesn't want Zong Zhan to help, so she plans to take the clean guest room as her own.

At this time, the door was open. She stretched out her hand and pushed it straight in. Then she was hit by a meat wall and retreated two or three steps, "yo..."

Zong Zhan wants to go out and Xi Luo wants to go in, so they hit each other.

This ordinary contact would not make them produce any sparks. Xiluo leaned against the door frame and glanced into the guest room, "what are you doing?

Zong Zhan, who was nearly one meter nine tall, clubbed straight in front of her and paced forward, forced back Xi Luo who intended to enter the door, "is it finished?"

As he moved forward, Xiluo had to step back. They stood in the corridor with big eyes and small eyes.

It is said that when night falls, lone men and few women, and the light on the ceiling is easy to give birth to ambiguous yellowing, something will happen to normal men and women.

But Ms. Xi never believed in instant gratification. She raised her chin towards the master bedroom opposite the door, "Third Master, do me a favor?"

Zong Zhan looked down at Xi Luo with a calm face and raised his feet over her to the master bedroom. "If you can't afford to be your master, just call the third brother."

Xi Luo, a self-care waste material, rarely choked back, "it's easy to say, third brother."

For the next five minutes, Shiloh regretted it again.

She found a part-time worker to help, which was a hundred times better than Zong Zhan.

A man of military background has an extraordinary ability to organize internal affairs.

But Xi Luo underestimated Zong Zhan's dog language.

For example, "are you nearly thirty? You can't change the sheets?"

For example, "can't you see that the bedspread cover is reversed?"

Another example: "who changed it for you before? Or... No change?"

With a fake smile on her face, Xi Luo leaned against the dresser to find her own steps. "There were others before."

Zong Zhan's action of tidying up the sheets paused slightly, "I suggest you continue to find them next time."

Then the man turned and left.

Xi Luo looked at the changed sheets on the floor, picked them up and threw them into the bathroom.

In the living room, Zong Zhan was smoking, and the brave smoke floated around him, blurring the firm and cold outline of the man.

Xi Luo came forward and picked up the cigarette box at the corner of the table. She was too lazy to ask clearly. She ordered one and then breathed silently.

Half a cigarette, Zong Zhan broke his silence, "what do you eat at night?"

"Let's go to the mall." Xiluo sat with her legs on the tea table. "Just buy some clothes."

Zong Zhan pursed his lips and stared at her sitting posture, "is it your virtue at home, a famous lady who was born into an aristocrat of the British emperor?"

"You're sick again?" Xi Luo glanced at him lazily. "Label women all the time. Did you graduate from women's virtue college?"

Zong Zhan rolled his Adam's apple and raised his lips unidentified, "Ms. Xi, it's so difficult for you to accept criticism and guidance?"

Xi Luo turned to look at the French window, shrugged and said with a smile, "how many people don't understand themselves. What's the face to criticize and point out others. Besides, you think famous ladies are so easy to be? It's not all to please your men."

"Have you ever been hurt? Otherwise, why do you have so much malice against men?"

"That's not." xiluopi smiled. "At this moment, I only have malice for you."

Zong Zhan puffed his cigarette. "It's a fucking honor for me."

In a few minutes, they went out to the mall after smoking.

It is not easy for outsiders to sneak into Nanyang, and zongzhan's control and restraint on Xi Luo is not as strict as Dijing.

They drove Mercedes Benz g through the streets and soon came to a seafood sushi restaurant hidden in the deep lane.

As soon as he entered the door, Zong Zhan bumped into he Chen carrying a takeout box.

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