Chapter 1197 She Is Ashamed of Herself when It Comes to Shamelessness

Chapter 1197 She is ashamed of herself when it comes to shamelessness

He said: "With your body, don't talk too much, I can... go deeper."

Xi Luo closed her eyes and said nothing, turned her head aside, and tactically avoided the question.

She throws in the towel.

In terms of shamelessness, she is ashamed of herself.

After a messy fight, Zong Zhan let go of Xi Luo.

Obviously nothing happened, but it seemed like something happened.

Xi Luo tidied up her shirt, looked down at the red marks on her shoulders, and wondered which floor of the kitchen cabinet was there?

At half past seven, an ordinary black Santana stopped at Dijing Beiyuan.

Xi Luo was still hiding upstairs, and Zong Zhan knew that she might be racking her brains to figure out how to plot against him.

Outside the entrance door, the servant Xiong Ze came in wearing a camouflage uniform, "Boss, are you leaving now?"

Zong Zhan put his ankles across his knees and gestured towards the stairs, "Your sister Luo is upstairs."

"Then I'll call her." Xiong Ze said as usual, and was about to go upstairs with his combat boots on.

Zong Zhan pulled the tight neckline, "She's in the master bedroom."

Xiong Ze turned around abruptly, with a gossip-like expression on his face, "Boss, it's ok, it's already this?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and nodded with two thumbs up.

Zong Zhan squinted his eyes and took a puff of smoke, "After returning to the camp, you will carry a weight for five kilometers. Don't sleep if you can't finish the run."

Kumasawa's finger movements stopped abruptly.

...

Five minutes later, Xi Luo slowly returned to the living room, with Xiong Ze still following her, carrying a small suitcase in his hand.

She sat down without saying a word, took out the medicine box from under the coffee table, and silently applied medicine to her ankle.

Xiong Ze secretly glanced at Zong Zhan, and realizing his gaze, he took the lead and went out the door with his suitcase.

Xi Luo didn't know where she was going, and she didn't ask much. Anyway, in the past year or so, Zong Zhan would change his residence from time to time, just like the three caves of the cunning rabbit.

But what Xi Luo didn't expect was that near nine o'clock in the evening, the Santana car stopped at a military training camp in Miyun Mountain in the outer suburbs.

She was sure that she read it correctly, this is the jurisdiction of the Imperial Capital Military Headquarters.

Xi Luo slowly looked sideways, staring at Zong Zhan expressionlessly, "Are you joking?"

Xiong Ze in the front row did not hear the conversation between the two, because he was leaning half out of the car window to check the ID for the brother at the sentry post.

At this time, Zong Zhan closed his eyes and meditated, and said quietly: "It's not that I want to protect your safety. You can try whoever dares to come to this area."

Xi Luo suddenly clenched her palms, and asked confidently, "How do you think I dare?!"

The military base, after she entered, she was no longer free.

"Aren't you super capable?" Zong Zhan opened his eyelids, lowered his head and adjusted his cuffs, "It's too late to be afraid, and there is no turning back when you open your bow."

Just like that, Xi Luo didn't even have the room to resist, and watched the car drive into the gate, heading all the way to the depths of the hinterland.

Xi Luo, who is used to being free and easy, has not felt right since entering the camp.

Fortunately, it was night, Zong Zhan took her back to his dormitory directly.

Then, a set of women's camouflage uniforms was thrown on the bed by the man, "Start tomorrow, wear this."

Xi Luo sat at the end of the bed with her legs crossed, her arms crossed, her face full of displeasure, "I don't wear clothes without a waist."

"That's naked." Zong Zhan took off his coat with his back to her, and unbuttoned his shirt one by one, "I don't mind."

Listen, is this a human language? !

Xi Luo looked down at the green bedding, her head was getting bigger, "Zong Zhan, let's talk."

"What are you talking about?" The man took off his white shirt in front of her, his strong and muscular back was smooth and showed a strong sense of strength.

Xi Luo didn't have time to admire his body. After all, she had seen it many times and was already immune.

But she still stared intently at Zong Zhan's movement of bending over to pick up the green short sleeve, and said suddenly, "Keep taking it off if you have the ability."

With a "click", the hidden buckle of the belt rang.

Zong Zhan gave full play to his shameless spirit, tore off the belt and threw it on the bed, "Do you want to come and see?"

Xi Luo got up and left, she just didn't want to follow his wishes.

I've seen the upper body many times, but I've never seen the lower body, so it's probably not worth seeing.

Xi Luo made a gesture to go to the bathroom, and the moment she opened the door, she looked back quickly, ready to take a peek.

Zong Zhan, who was standing by the bed, was already facing the direction of the bathroom at some point, unbuttoned slowly, and pulled the zipper as if.

Xi Luo felt that she couldn't be cowardly at this time, so she simply pointed her toes against the wooden door of the bathroom, leaning against the door frame and watching with gusto, "Continue!"

Zong Zhan paused, raised his eyebrows and sneered, "You're exciting me, aren't you?"

"Just pretend I haven't seen it before, and you want to learn more." Xi Luo raised the hair on her shoulders, with a playful and sly expression, "If you don't dare, send my sister out immediately..."

Zong Zhan sneered, and changed into camouflage pants without hesitation.

Xi Luo closed her eyes and fell silent.

This round, I lost again.

When a man starts to be shameless, he is destined to be invincible.

Xi Luo leaned against the door and lowered her head. No matter how much she talked, she was actually a pure woman.

It's not about keeping chastity before marriage, but that in the past few years, Xi Luo has never met a man she likes who let her voluntarily hand it over.

not a single one.

The British emperor gentleman is sufficiently elegant and elegant, but not manly, and behaves like batch printing.

To put it mildly, they are gentle and polite, but they are actually very sanctimonious.

As for domestic men, Xi Luo has also met many.

For example, Shang Shaoyan on the top of the mountain, He Chen who is handsome and charming, and even Bai Yan who sells fried rice.

But Shang Shaoyan, she couldn't control it.

He Chen was too similar to her, there was no spark between them.

As for selling fried rice, forget it, don't mention it.

Therefore, Xi Luo, like many single girls, looks like she has experienced a lot of battles, but the truth is... nothing.

She does not reject love, but enjoys being single day after day.

Not long after, Zong Zhan changed into his camouflage uniform, stepped on military boots and walked in front of her, "Have you seen enough?"

Xi Luo raised her head lazily, and the man she saw was wearing a camouflage outfit and a camouflage hat. There was still a naughty smile on that handsome face, but when it fell into his eyes, it became tough and upright.

Men, either put on military uniforms to defend their home and country, or put on suits to strategize.

Xi Luo suddenly had a feeling that Zong Zhan should be able to handle both defending the country and strategizing.

As soon as the thought came to her, she laughed to herself, turned around and walked into the bathroom, and slammed the wooden door behind her with a bang.

She must be crazy to have an idea.

Outside the door, Zong Zhan adjusted the brim of his hat, pursed his thin lips silently, and then walked out of the dormitory.

On the training ground outside the camp, Zong Zhan called Zong Hesong with his mobile phone.

On the other end, the old man's impatient voice mingled with the sound of rubbing mahjong, "Boy, why are you calling in the middle of the night? Can't you talk about something during the day?"

"I haven't settled the identity I asked you for before?"

Zong Hesong snorted with the phone between his shoulders, "It can be done so easily, why don't you do it yourself?"

"You can't even handle it, and I can't." Zong Zhan leaned on the horizontal bar and sighed with pretended regret. "It seems that Xi Luo can only be blamed for bad luck."

The sound of rubbing mahjong disappeared, Zong Hesong covered the receiver, and immediately asked with a smile: "San'er, is that identity for Xiao Xi?"

"Well, it's her."

As soon as Zong Zhan responded, Zong Hesong raised his hand to greet the butler, "Old Chen, quickly send that press card to the third child, the sooner the better, I will go tonight."

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