Chapter 1176 I'm Tired of Talking About the Spirit of the Contract

Chapter 1176 I'm tired of talking about the spirit of the contract

In the study room, there was smoke.

After Li Jun smoked two cigarettes, he called his assistant, "I have something to do recently, and I will postpone all the work after tomorrow, and I will deal with it when I resume work after the holiday."

The assistant didn't ask any more questions, and did as he was told.

...

The next morning, Zong Yue didn't have to go to work, and stayed in bed until 9:30 before wandering into the restaurant to find something to eat.

Li Jun had already gone to work. As usual, she was going to open the refrigerator to get bread and milk. After taking two steps, she found steam droplets on the insulation cover on the table.

Zong Yue opened the lid suspiciously, and stared slightly in surprise when he saw the warm milk and fried egg toast in the dinner plate.

Open up the world, the first time.

Zong Yue bit the corner of her mouth, took out her phone and took a photo, opened WeChat and sent it to Li Jun.

Please feel at ease: Brother Jun, what did you prepare?

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

Zong Yue picked up the chopsticks and poked the soft bread, it was not a decoration, it was real.

Hmm... what happened to him?

Zong Yue took a sip from the milk cup, and the phone rang again.

Brother Jun: I have time to pack my luggage in the afternoon.

Please feel at ease: where are you going? [Confuse]

Brother Jun: The island.

Please feel at ease: Is your unit not busy?

Brother Jun: It's vacation.

Zong Yue stared suspiciously at the three words on the phone, feeling weird.

Every Spring Festival he has to be busy until the 30th. This year so early... is it a holiday?

Zong Yue frowned in embarrassment, and called Zong Zhan after breakfast, "Third Uncle, I can't go to the Imperial Capital tomorrow."

Zong Zhan seemed to be outside, and the wind in the receiver was very loud, "What? You also learned to let your third uncle's pigeons go?"

These words are somewhat choking.

Zong Yue pouted and said he didn't dare, hesitated for a few seconds and then added: "Isn't this something temporary at home."

Zong Zhan snorted, "Are you sure it's not Mr. Li's business?"

Zong Yue: "..."

She couldn't find a suitable excuse for a while, but she was silent and acquiesced.

Zong Zhan fixed his cheeks, "Zong Xiaoyue, sooner or later your mother will make him a waste."

Before Zong Yue could reply, the phone was cut off.

At this time, Zong Zhan, who was in the imperial capital, bent down and got into the jeep. When he turned his head, he saw Xi Luo holding the lady on his shoulders and puffing out smoke.

"Who told you to smoke in the car?"

Xi Luo held a cigarette between her fingers with black nails and brushed the ash out of the window, "Boss, sir, when did you always say that smoking is not allowed in the car?"

Zong Zhan paused every word with a sullen face, "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 bother yourself."

"Exciting method?" Zong Zhan reached out and snatched the slender lady's cigarette, lowered the car window and flicked it out of the window, "I'm tired of talking about the spirit of the contract."

"Boom boom boom—"

The window of the driver's cab was slammed three times, and a sanitation man held up a small wooden clip, "Young man, do you know that smoking is prohibited in this area, and you dare to throw cigarette butts anywhere, and you will be fined 50 next time."

Xi Luo smiled slyly and playfully, while Zong Zhan gritted his teeth and apologized, and quickly started the engine and left the side road.

At the rear of the car, the sanitation uncle looked at the license plate number of five ones, and muttered with emotion, "Yo, it's still a Beijing A license plate, and the quality is just the same."

Xi Luo's car window hadn't been raised yet, just in time to hear the sanitation uncle's ridicule, she crossed her legs and smacked her tongue on her head: "Tsk tsk, I always thought that the head of Zong, who grew up in the imperial capital, is so awesome that everyone knows It’s the end, so it’s not.”

"Xi Luo, if you don't speak, you really look like a good woman."

"Really?" Xi Luo shook her long wavy hair, "Your definition of a good woman is really superficial, haven't you ever seen a lady who talks less?"

This young lady naturally has two meanings.

Zong Zhan glanced at her contemptuously, "Which good woman talks about chickens and ducks all day long?"

Xi Luo was silent for a few seconds, leaning her shoulders against the back of the chair, her smile became brighter and brighter, "Master Zong, do I find that you men like to label women indiscriminately? In your eyes, neither smoking nor drinking , around you men every day, so you call her a good woman?"

"Basically." Zong Zhan answered as a matter of course.

Xi Luo immediately sneered, "Then you men are really shameless, a single sentence shows your arrogance and self-righteousness, where does your confidence come from?"

Zong Zhan stopped the car on the side of the road with a sudden stop, and looked at Xi Luo coldly, "You are so savage and mean, those little milk dogs can bear you?"

"It doesn't matter whether they can bear it or not, at least they are obedient and sensible, and they won't easily discuss with me such topics as good women and bad women, which are infinitely disgusting."

Zong Zhan's Adam's apple rolled, and his tone was a bit contemptuous, "You really have shame."

Xi Luo took out the cigarette case from her pocket again, ignored Zong Zhan's warning, and took a puff on her own, "Men can't understand women, so they force them to think that the other party is bad, no matter what they do, it's in your eyes bad.

I said you are superficial, but you still don't admit it. Let's put it this way, your niece Zong Yue is considered a good woman among many people, so do you think she will end well? Married to an upright and rigid old man, and you go around him all day, do you like this? "

Zong Zhan replied silently, mainly because he had no idea how to refute.

Xi Luo didn't need him to speak, she smoked a cigarette and joked, "Li Qiao smokes, drinks, fights, touches everything. You say she is not a good woman, try? Zong Dazhang, please wake up as soon as possible, a woman who is attached to a man It's not necessarily good, and it's not necessarily that those who are self-reliant can't get married."

When the words fell, Xi Luo felt puzzled, and smoked a cigarette and blew on his face again, "Do you remember? Next time you talk to me about good women and bad women, I don't mind recording it for Li Qiao, by the way Let the archbishop of her family see it too."

Zong Zhan narrowed his eyes dangerously, with a cool smile on his lips, "Are you ashamed to compare with Zong Yue?"

"It's really incomparable." Xi Luo leaned against the back of the chair and shook her toes, "I'm ashamed of her character of silently giving for men. If she is the benchmark of a good woman in your eyes, then I abstain. "

Xi Luo has no feelings for Zong Yue, to be precise, she despises her overly soft temperament.

She likes everything that is challenging and stimulating.

Like Li Qiao, like Bai Yan.

Xi Luo couldn't do such stupid things as burning herself to illuminate others.

So she would rather be perverse and cunning, at least she can be free and easy.

This world is too unfriendly to women, enclosing them in rules and regulations, and no one even asks if it is right?

Just like Zong Yue, he dare not speak out when he has a physical problem, for fear of attracting criticism and disgust.

She, Xi Luo, is crazy to choose to be a good woman!

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