Chapter 1168 Spirit of Contract

Chapter 1168 Spirit of Contract

In the evening, Li Jun sent a message, saying that he had to work overtime at night and could not go home to eat with her.

Zong Yue stood in the kitchen, looked at the various ingredients on the glazed table, packed them up without any accidents and put them in the refrigerator.

He is the Secretary-General of Nanyang, and this happens from time to time.

Zong Yue cooked a bowl of noodles for herself, and put down her chopsticks preoccupied after two mouthfuls.

In less than half an hour, Zong Yue packed her luggage, sat in the living room and replied a WeChat message to Li Jun.

Please feel at ease: Brother Jun, I plan to go back to the Imperial Capital at night and come back tomorrow.

There was no response to the message for a long time, Zong Yue habitually sent a [smiling face] expression, and then left Jingwan Villa with her luggage.

...

In January in the imperial capital, the wind is bitter and cold.

Zong Yue wrapped her coat tightly around her body, and covered half of her face with a scarf. After half past eight, when she walked out of the high-speed rail station, she saw Zong Zhan's men head-on.

The other party was tall and straight, with an awe-inspiring and candid posture unique to the military.

"Sister Yue, the third master asked me to pick you up."

Zong Yue recognized him. He used to be Third Uncle's servant. She waved her hand and smiled, "Xiong Ze, please excuse me. Is Third Uncle in the old house?"

"No, he's in the Imperial View Beiyuan, let me take you there directly."

Dijing Beiyuan, located in the northwest, is Zong Zhan's private villa.

Zong Yue walked through the small wrought iron door, and at the same time as he rang the doorbell, he called again: "Uncle San, it's me."

When the door opened, Zong Yue raised his eyes and smiled, then froze, "Uh... Mr. Xi?"

Xi Luo was wearing a white bathrobe and was wiping her hair with a towel in her hand, "It's pretty quick, come in."

Zong Yue: "???"

Whose house is this?

Zong Yue walked into the entrance hesitantly, and when he closed the door, he didn't forget to take a look at Xiong Ze who turned around and was about to leave.

The other party didn't seem surprised at all, so he couldn't help but waved goodbye to her frankly, "Sister Yue, see you later."

Zong Yue followed Xi Luo into the living room full of doubts, and there was still a very special smell of perfume in the air.

In the living room, Zong Zhan was wearing a camouflage uniform and was smoking in front of the window. Xi Luo went to the corner and turned on the central air conditioner, then sat on the sofa, stepped on the coffee table with one leg and began to apply body lotion.

Zong Yue stood where he was, feeling that he was redundant, "Third Uncle..."

Zong Zhan glanced at her sideways, raised his head towards the sofa, "Sit by yourself."

Zong Yue walked to the single sofa and sat down with his head drooping. He peeked at Xi Luo from the corner of his eye, feeling that the atmosphere in the living room was extremely strange.

The third uncle and Mr. Xi live under the same roof, so there must be an unusual relationship in normal terms.

But... the way these two people get along, it seems that they are not that close, but instead have the illusion of turning a blind eye to each other.

Zong Yue looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows in confusion. What has she missed these days?

At this time, Zong Zhan walked to the opposite sofa and sat down, raised his head and exhaled smoke, "Don't be dazed, confess yourself."

"Third Uncle, have you checked my medical record?" Zong Yue didn't have the nerve to say directly that she couldn't conceive, after all it was hard to say, and Xi Luo was still there.

Zong Zhan bit his cigarette holder and squinted his eyes, "Need to investigate?"

Although he is not married, there are only a few possibilities for a woman to go to a Chinese medicine doctor after marriage.

Endocrine, dysmenorrhea, pregnancy.

This is what Xi Luo told him.

Zong Yue patted Rainbow Fart embarrassingly, "Third uncle is really perceptive."

As soon as the words were finished, Xi Luo had finished applying body lotion, she wiped her hands with a tissue, got up and walked to the stairs.

The whole process, without saying a word, was very comfortable.

Zong Zhan looked at her calf under the bathrobe by smoking a cigarette, the lines were smooth, fair and shiny.

He remembered that it felt good.

"Third Uncle, you and Mr. Xi..."

Zong Zhan straddled his legs and leaned back on the chair, "Is there still time to meddle? You don't want to see a Chinese medicine doctor anymore?"

Without Xi Luo present, Zong Yue did not hide any more, and truthfully informed Zong Zhan of her examination results.

"Does sister-in-law know?"

Zong Yue shook her head, "I didn't say the specifics, but I asked my mother, she didn't know Chinese medicine in this field. And if she knew, she would definitely tell grandpa, I don't want them to worry about this kind of thing."

Zong Zhan sneered, "I still have some brains."

In the past year, Mr. Zong has been talking about asking Zong Yue to have a baby as soon as possible. The old man already likes children, if he finds out, he will inevitably get angry.

After finishing speaking, he asked again, "What's Li Jun's attitude?"

"I haven't told him yet." Zong Yue looked up sadly, smiling forcedly, "I want to seek medical treatment first, and if it's really... difficult, I'll explain it to him."

She won't hide this kind of thing from Li Jun, because she can't hide it either.

There are countless examples of infertility after marriage, but few are happy.

Before she got a definite answer, telling him would only increase trouble and loss.

Zong Zhan leaned forward and lit the cigarette ash, "Are you sure it's not that he's incompetent?"

"Of course not." Zong Yue straightened his back without hesitation and retorted: "He is very healthy, so it must be my problem."

"Look at your potential." Zong Zhan glanced at her inexplicably, "How did the organ damage happen?"

Zong Yue said that the intensity of the training back then hurt the foundation.

Zong Zhanjun's face darkened, "The military training does not take this blame."

"I didn't say it was the fault of the military department." Zong Yue whispered, "Then third uncle, do you have any Chinese medicine friends?"

Zong Zhan folded his legs and tapped the armrest with his fingers, "Yes, but if the problem lies with Li Jun, aren't you afraid of suffering in vain?"

"What's wrong with taking traditional Chinese medicine?" Zong Yue answered as a matter of course.

Zong Zhan pulled his lips with a half-smile, "I don't think you are married anymore, but your mother married a man for you."

Zong Yue didn't dare to continue to refute, fearing that his third uncle would regret it.

Just at this moment, high-heeled footsteps sounded from the stairs.

Zong Zhan and Zong Yue looked sideways at the same time, and saw Xi Luo wearing a fiery red woolen coat, her hair draped over her left shoulder, and she was dressed stylishly ready to go out.

"Why go?"

Xi Luo shook the broken hair in front of her forehead, "Master Zong, can't you tell?"

Zong Zhan had a straight face, his eyes scanned her outfit like lasers, and he was not afraid of arthritis if he wore skirts to bare his thighs in winter.

"When are you coming back?"

Xi Luo looked at Zong Zhan with an expression of "Are you out of your mind?" "Of course I will come back after playing."

Zong Zhan pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray forcefully, his eyes were very unfriendly, "Miss Xi, I hope you can have a spirit of contract."

Xi Luo paused, covering her lips with a smile that trembled, "I said, can you have some face, and have the face to talk about the spirit of contract in front of your niece?"

"Otherwise..." Zong Zhan scraped his lower lip with his teeth, and glanced at the alluring woman in front of him maliciously, "Should I say... prostitution?"

Zong Yue was dumbfounded, what contract? What prostitution?

Do Qiaoqiao and Uncle Shaoyan know?