Chapter 1182 Barbed Sickle

Chapter 1182 Barbed Sickle

The sneer on Zong Zhan's face got worse, "I lost my phone and wallet, did you call him with brain waves?"

Xi Luo gave him a sideways glance, twisted her waist and walked upstairs, "I dare to say that, of course I can tell a lie, so I won't bother the boss to worry about it."

Zong Zhan stepped on the coffee table with one leg, and supported his knee with his elbow, "Ms. Xi, do I agree with you to go out?"

The woman walked up the stairs without looking back, "I still don't agree with you panting, do you listen?"

Zong Zhan: "..."

People say that women are roses with thorns, but Zong Zhan thinks it is not accurate enough. At least Xi Luo is not a rose with thorns, but a fucking wild horse with thorns.

...

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

Zong Zhan put his legs on the coffee table, dangling his toes and smoking comfortably, "Xi Luo, don't blame the third brother for not reminding you, if you dare to come out of this door today, I will let you..."

"Ding dong—"

Xi Luo straightened the hem of her coat, pouted her mouth at the entrance, "Okay, then open the door and drive people away."

Zong Zhan narrowed his eyes instantly, "Have you changed your sex? Are you so obedient?"

"No way, people are under the eaves." Xi Luo urged him innocently, "Go, I'll wait for your good news."

Three seconds later, Zong Zhan brushed the cigarette ash off his trouser legs. When he got up and walked towards the entrance, he vaguely felt that the two bottles of noble rot sweet white in her hand looked familiar.

The moment the door opened, Zong Zhan secretly fucked, it was a limited edition collection in his wine cellar, "Xi Luo, you fucking..."

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

Zong Zhan stood where he was, looking at Steward Chen with a gloomy face, completely ignoring the precious rot in his collection, "Old Chen? What are you doing here?"

Chen Butler took off his earbags in surprise, "The old man asked me to meet Miss Xi at No. 32, Dijing Beiyuan... this is No. 32, right?"

"Yes, yes, Uncle Chen, I'm here!" Xi Luo floated out with two bottles of noble rot with a sweet smile, "Please come to see me yourself, I'm really sorry."

For a moment, Zong Zhan felt that he had lost his mind.

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

"Old Chen." Zong Zhan rubbed his cheeks, his eyes were full of displeasure, "She and the old man..."

Butler Chen quickly answered, "Miss Xi is the old man's old friend who hit it off right away."

"Forget? What? What?"

...

In the old Zong family house, Zong Yuezheng and Li Jun were sitting in their own wing watching TV.

Not long after, Steward Chen yelled in surprise from outside the door, "Master, Miss Xi is here."

Zong Yue raised his head from Li Jun's shoulder, "It seems like a guest has come."

"Let's go." Li Jun took the remote control to turn off the TV, then took the coat from the armrest and draped it over her shoulders, "Go out and have a look."

The two walked out of the wing room side by side, and saw Xi Luo following behind Steward Chen, stepping on catwalks from far to near.

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

Xi Luo put her hands in her coat pockets, nodded to Zong Yue and Li Jun, "Happy New Year."

Zong Yue murmured blankly, "How did Mr. Xi know Grandpa?"

Li Jun pursed his lips, and said calmly: "It may be an old acquaintance. I have a little impression of Xiaoxi, Qiaoqiao is her boss."

Zong Yue fell silent.

Li Jun's impression of Xi Luo may still be the same as when Zong Yue went to the police station two years ago because he beat up a supplier.

Ten minutes later, the atmosphere in the living room of the East Wing was so strange that it was beyond description.

Zong Yue was next to Li Jun, staring at his third uncle Zong Zhan who kept licking his teeth.

Zong Yue had only seen him like this in the military training camp.

Every time the third uncle shows his prestige to the recruits, he always has this expression.

But now he is staring at Mr. Xi intently, as if he has some deep hatred.

In the hall, Zong Hesong held a bottle of noble rot sweet white and looked at it carefully, "Well, this noble rot is in a good year, and the little banquet has spent a lot of money, right?"

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

Zong Zhan smiled, "Miss Xi's friend... is really, big, and generous!"

Those two bottles of limited editions were worth more than a million dollars. He kept them for three years and was reluctant to drink them.

Hold!

"It's easy to say, they are all rich friends."

Before Zong Hesong made a sound, Zong Zhan sneered again: "You lost your mobile phone and wallet, why didn't those rich friends help you?"

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

"Oh? Thank you for what?" Zong Hesong touched the noble rot sweet white, as if he had no wariness towards Xi Luo at all.

Xi Luo cleared her throat, and her words were impeccable, "If your son, Mr. Zong Zhan, hadn't passed by to rescue me, I wouldn't have found my mobile phone and wallet so quickly. Uncle Zong, if you don't believe me, ask Butler Chen if he is in Zong Zhan Mr. received me at home."

Steward Chen immediately took a step forward, "Old man, it's true. I was shocked when the third master opened the door."

Zong Zhan: "..."

She's not a wild horse, she's a fucking barbed scythe, isn't she?

Zong Hesong patted the wine bottle with an expression of the world is full of wonders, "Yuan, Yuan... What's the matter with Yuan? Xiaoyue, what did you say?"

Zong Yue hasn't figured out the situation yet, but after observing for a long time, she also vaguely felt that the relationship between third uncle and Xi Luo was a bit strange.

She turned her eyes, raised her eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Grandpa, isn't it a wonderful fate?"

"Yes, it's fate!" Zong Hesong put down the wine bottle after saying that, and greeted Steward Chen, "Old Chen, go and get me my pair of 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 started playing mahjong in a team of four.

Zong Yue and Liang Wanhua helped to pour water and watched the fun by the way.

So, the next scene became like this...

After half a circle, Xi Luo touched the cards in her hand and threw them 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 kong."

The old man laid out the cards, pondered for a few seconds, and played a seven of a kind.

Just as Li Jun was about to draw a card, Xi Luo immediately said, "Touch."

Zong Zhan leaned on the backrest with an extremely playful look on his face. He watched it for half a minute, then licked his molars and said, "The technique is not very good, but he is proficient at cheating. Why don't you two show your cards directly."

Li Jun also pursed his lips, and gave Zong Yue a look of helpless smile from the air.

At this moment, Xi Luo turned a blind eye to Zong Zhan's words, slid her slender fingers across the card, and played a card pretending to be entangled, "Sixty thousand."

Zong Hesong's eyebrows lit up, and he pushed the card directly, "Nonsense."

Zong Zhan lifted his chair and got up and left, "Zong Yue, come here!"

He had to find out how Xi Luo's barbed sickle got to his house with the old man who was pretending to be confused.

6000, ask for a ticket.