Chapter 1191 Third Brother Lives with You

Chapter 1191 Third brother lives with you

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

A few seconds later, he rested his palm on the back of her chair, leaned over, and smiled a bit ruffianly, "No problem, third brother... I will stay with you."

Xi Luo dodged to the side suddenly, and was about to scold him when the man turned and left the balcony.

Just at that moment, the masculine scent on his body rushed towards his face, not spices, but pure hormonal smell.

Xi Luo pressed her temples, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart.

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

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

Xi Luo lowered her eyes, and there was a clear smile on her lips, that bitch must have a conspiracy.

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

The night wind in March was still chilly, Xi Luo spent a long time thinking on the balcony, and when she realized it, she realized that she was feeling cold all over her body.

Xi Luo pushed back her chair and was about to go back to the house. She turned around and looked at the closed sliding door of the balcony, almost cursing.

No wonder it's so cold.

She said that Zong Zhan's tricks are not right!

Xi Luo thought that the sliding door was locked, so she kicked the door frame with her high heels, and the door opened a crack.

Oh, misunderstood him.

Xi Luo pursed her lips in embarrassment, and walked into the warm room, the fragrance of laundry detergent immediately hit her nostrils.

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

When Xi Luo heard the movement in the bathroom, she walked over lightly, looked through the crack of the door, and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Zong Zhan was doing housework, wiping the sink with a rag in his hand.

Xi Luo's eyes were dazed, and she rarely said any words of ridicule.

She had never seen Zong Zhan doing housework, at least she hadn't seen him do these things in Dijing.

The villa in Dijing Beiyuan has a housekeeper who cleans it regularly. Even in the military headquarters, with his military rank, there will be orderly staff to clean up the housework for him.

Xi Luo suddenly thought of a sentence, and she didn't know who said it: the man who does housework is the most attractive.

I have to admit that Zong Zhan at this moment is a little more smoky than usual.

Then, the man who was bending over to wipe the sink turned his back to her and said, "If you want to see it, just look at it openly. Are you hiding outside the door for fear that I will laugh at you?"

Xi Luo: "..."

Men who can do housework are indeed attractive, but dogs are not!

Even if he washes the whole building, he is still a dog.

Xi Luo glared at him, then turned and went to her bedroom.

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

Xi Luo looked down at the marble floor at the door of the bedroom, a dust dividing line perfectly separated her bedroom from other areas.

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

Xi Luo didn't believe in evil, she turned around and walked around the apartment, smiling across her chest.

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

Xi Luo took a deep breath, walked into the master bedroom, and slammed the door hard.

That's all, she will come by herself.

...

Twenty minutes later, Xi Luo walked out of the master bedroom with a cold face, and the bedroom behind her was a mess.

The two-meter double bed sheet was thrown crookedly on the bed, and the quilt cover was only covered by one corner, and the other half was hanging on the ground.

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

At this time, the door was ajar, she stretched out her hand to push it open and went straight in, and then she was hit by a fleshy wall and took two or three steps back, "Yo..."

Zong Zhan wanted to go out, Xi Luo wanted to go in, and the two bumped into each other.

This kind of ordinary contact would not cause any sparks between them, Xi Luo leaned against the door frame and glanced into the guest room, "What are you doing?

Zong Zhan, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, stood upright in front of her. While pacing forward, he pushed back Xi Luo, who was about to enter the door. "Is it finished?"

He moved forward, Xi Luo had to retreat, and the two stood in the corridor, staring at each other.

It is said that night falls, lonely men and widows, and the light on the ceiling is easy to produce ambiguous dimness. If this situation is changed to normal men and women, something will definitely happen.

But Ms. Xi has never believed in the idea of ​​instant gratification, she turned sideways towards the master bedroom opposite and raised her chin, "Master, can you help me?"

Zong Zhan looked down at Xi Luo with a calm face, and walked past her to the master bedroom, "I can't afford to be your master, just call me third brother."

It's rare for Xi Luo, a good-for-nothing to take care of herself, not to choke back, "It's easy to say, third brother."

In the next five minutes, Xi Luo regretted it again.

It is a hundred times better than Zong Zhan for her to find a part-time worker to help.

People from the military have extraordinary ability to organize internal affairs.

But Xi Luo underestimated Zong Zhan's gossip.

For example: "Are you almost thirty? Can't even change the sheets?"

For example: "Can't you tell that the bed cover is on the wrong side?"

Another example: "Who changed it for you before? Or...don't change it?"

With a smirk on her face, Xi Luo leaned on the dressing table to find a step for herself, "There was someone else before."

Zong Zhan paused slightly when he was tidying the sheets, "I suggest you continue to look for them next time."

After that, the man turned and left.

Xi Luo looked at the sheets that had been removed on the floor, picked them up with a snort, and threw them into the bathroom.

In the living room, Zong Zhan was smoking a cigarette, and the bold smoke floated around him, blurring the man's resolute and cold outline.

Xi Luo stepped forward and picked up the cigarette case at the corner of the table, she didn't bother to ask questions knowingly, she lit one and then hesitated.

After half a cigarette, Zong Zhan broke the silence, "What's for dinner?"

"Let's go to the mall." Xi Luo's unsettled legs were resting on the coffee table, "Just to buy some clothes."

Zong Zhan pursed his lips and stared at her sitting posture, "Shuyuan, who was born in a noble family of the British emperor, is your virtue at home?"

"Are you sick again?" Xi Luo glanced at him lazily, "Labeling women all the time, you graduated from the Women's Academy?"

Zong Zhan rolled his Adam's apple, and raised his lips in an unclear manner, "Ms. Xi, is it so difficult for you to accept criticism and advice?"

Xi Luo turned her head to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows, shrugged her shoulders and said with a smile: "How many people don't understand themselves, so why criticize and point others. Besides, do you think that the famous Shuyuan is so easy to be? Isn't it all to please you men."

"Have you been hurt? Otherwise, how could you be so hostile towards men?"

"That's not true." Xi Luopi smiled, "At this moment, I only have malice towards you."

Zong Zhan took a deep breath, "I'm so fucking honored."

Within a few minutes, the two went out to the mall together after smoking.

Perhaps Nanyang is not easy for outsiders to sneak in, and Zong Zhan's control and restraint of Xi Luo is not as strict as that of Emperor Jing.

The two drove the Mercedes-Benz Grand G through the streets and alleys, and soon came to a seafood sushi restaurant hidden in a deep alley.

As soon as he entered the door, Zong Zhan bumped into He Chen who was carrying a takeaway box.

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