Chapter 1181 My Sister Is Not Your Memo

Chapter 1181 My sister is not your memo

Eldest brother Li Jun will find Shaoyan and write down the symptoms of physical discomfort to Shang Yu, which is probably hard to say.

But he was able to do this, Li Qiao guessed that their husband and wife should have reached a consensus on some things.

No wonder tonight at the dinner table, she clearly felt that the relationship between the elder brother and the elder sister-in-law was very delicate, and they were not as respectful as they used to be.

...

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Li Qiao and Shang Yu set off for Pama.

According to Nanyang festival customs, Li Jun also accompanied Zong Yue back to her mother's house in the imperial capital.

On the second day of the first lunar month, it's spring.

But the imperial capital is still cold in spring.

Zong Yue and Li Jun returned to the old house of the Zong family. Apart from grandfather Zong Hesong and mother Liang Wanhua, the third uncle Zong Zhan was not there.

It was rare for the couple to come back together, and while Mr. Zong was happy, he inevitably began to talk about having a baby.

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

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

"What's the use of hard work, it's been almost two years and it hasn't blossomed yet." After finishing speaking, Zong Hesong sighed resentfully, "The old man next door, Duanmu, has had two great-grandchildren in his arms for three years. Show off endlessly. Xiaoyue, did you hear me?"

Zong Yue nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "I heard that, Grandpa."

"If you hear it, don't rush to give birth." Zong Hesong patted the table in feigned anger, his eyes kept looking at Zong Yue's stomach, wishing he could hug his great-grandson immediately.

Seeing this, Zong Yue's eyes flashed narrowly, and he asked pointedly: "Grandpa, if you take the time to urge Third Uncle, if he gets married, maybe he will be faster than me?"

"Him?" Zong Hesong snorted coldly, "That stinky brat, loves knots."

That brat picks and chooses all day long, and he has introduced so many ladies from great families who either despise the woman for her lack of character or look down on her looks.

Zong Hesong even once wondered if Zong Zhan had some orientation problem.

After all, he joined the military when he was young, and he hasn't had a woman around him for so many years. I don't know if the parts are not working well, or he is not interested in women.

In short, it would be better to urge Zong Yue to give birth quickly than to count on Zong Zhan.

Seeing that the old man's attention was completely diverted, Zong Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

Uncle San, I'm sorry, please help me out.

At the same time, Zong Zhan, who was forced to take the blame, was looking for Xi Luo aimlessly in the imperial capital.

He drove the jeep through the streets and alleys, and searched almost all the places that Xi Luo frequented, but he still found nothing.

No matter how disobedient this woman is, he doesn't mind re-signing a contract of sale with her!

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zong Zhandi dialed Xi Luo's number countless times, and finally the notification tone in the receiver was no longer unreachable.

Xi Luo's hoarse voice revealed a bit of softness from waking up, "What's the matter, Chief?"

"Where is it?" Zong Zhanjun's face was frosty, and he kept squeezing the phone with his fingertips, and his knuckles were faintly white.

Xi Luo seemed to be drinking water, and she seemed to be drinking endlessly.

Zong Zhan listened to the voice on the other end, and after a long wait, the woman said lazily: "Are you talking nonsense? Of course I am at home."

"In, who, home?" Zong Zhan paused every word, even if he couldn't see each other's expressions on the phone, people could still hear his extremely low and unhappy tone.

Xi Luo said, "Find it yourself."

"Beep beep—"

Zong Zhan held up the phone and gave a fuck, and when he called again, Xi Luo started pretending not to answer.

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

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

Moreover, the woman's cell phone had been implanted with an anti-tracking firewall, and even his technology couldn't locate her.

What a fucking debt.

Feicheng Baiyan, Pama Liqiao, both ears are hot, as if someone is talking about them.

Zong Zhan parked the car, walked into the entrance and slammed the door very hard.

The loud closing sound caused Xi Luo's hands to tremble, and half of the full cup of warm water was spilled, which wet the chiffon shirt on her chest.

Zong Zhan walked into the living room with a chill all over his body, and when he looked up, he saw Xi Luo standing at the door of the restaurant with an expressionless face.

Inexplicably, most of the anger in his heart dissipated.

Xi Luo slowly brushed off the water stains on her shirt, pinched her glass and raised her eyelids, "The man who slams the door is the worst, why don't you throw landmines?"

Zong Zhan's calm expression was clouded again, "Xi Luo, didn't I tell you not to run around in the capital?"

"What did you say that you don't know?" Xi Luo rolled his eyes at him, walked to the coffee table, took out a tissue and pressed it on the wet fabric, "Ask me this and that all day long, my sister is not your memo."

Zong Zhan: "..."

He has seen many women with a lot of tongue, but he has never seen a woman like Xi Luo who can talk and flirt.

It often left him speechless.

Zong Zhan strode forward to bring her in front of her, reaching out to lift her chin, and then...

Xi Luo rolled up a tissue and stuffed it directly into his palm, "Thank you."

"Xi Luo." Zong Zhan threw away the tissue and was about to speak when the phone in Xi Luo's pocket buzzed. She took it out and saw that the number was not noted, but it was familiar.

A smile of unknown meaning suddenly appeared in the woman's cunning eyes, "Hey, Uncle Zong, Happy Chinese New Year."

Zong Zhan: "???"

There are many surnames in the imperial capital, but Xi Luo's respectful Zongbo sounds very much like a woman from a good family.

"Yes, I'm still in the Imperial Capital."

Uncle Zong at the other end didn't know what he said, but Xi Luo covered her lips and smiled artificially, "You are an elder, how dare I ignore your kindness, Uncle Zong, see you later."

Pretentious!

This is Zong Zhan's only feeling.

Xi Luo is too good at pretending, not only cunning but also full of bad taste.

Couldn't that Zongbo see her true nature?

At this time, Xi Luo turned and went upstairs, Zong Zhan made a gesture and took a step, and the woman spoke at the right time, "Boss, chief, take me out later."

"Are you embarrassed to ask your employer to send you out?" Zong Zhan pinched his waist with one hand, "You can ask me to try!"

Xi Luo laughed twice, then poked her mobile phone twice casually, and brought it to her ear again, only a woman's desolate voice could be heard in the living room, "Uncle Zong, I'm so sorry, my wallet and mobile phone were stolen." I stole it, and I don’t have any cash on me, so I might not be able to take a taxi to visit you..."

"Ah?" Xi Luo smiled slyly, but said in a flattered tone: "Is that appropriate?"

Zong Zhan sneered, looking down on the Zong uncle she was talking about more and more.

Just in time, before Xi Luo hung up the phone, she said the last sentence, "Okay, I'll listen to you. I'm at No. 32, Dijing Beiyuan. Uncle Zong, you are really the most amiable uncle I have ever met."