Chapter 1215 I Am the Driver

Chapter 1215 I am the driver

Zong Zhan closed his eyes, feeling like a big fool.

He shook Xi Luo's chin, then took her hand, and walked towards the mansion without saying a word.

In the rear, Bai Yan's jeep just happened to drive back.

Two beams of headlights illuminated the outline of the courtyard. Bai Yan saw with his own eyes that Xi Luo leaned into Zong Zhan's arms intentionally or unintentionally, and her footsteps were very steady. Just looking at her back, she didn't look like a drunk person at all.

Bai Yan leaned against the back of the chair, turned his head and asked, "Is she really drunk?"

Su Moshi propped his forehead, smiled without saying a word.

...

Upstairs, Xi Luo followed Zong Zhan into the room very quietly.

When the light was turned on, the white shirt behind the man was stained with blood red again.

Xi Luo lowered her head and walked forward. After two or three steps, she bumped into Zong Zhan's back.

The man turned around suddenly, seeing her confused appearance, his cold heart collapsed for no reason.

He lifted the woman's chin, and looked at it carefully under the light. It was good-looking, but it was not uncommon to see someone more beautiful than her.

But just such a poisonous and cunning woman made him worry a lot.

Even knowing that she had had many men, even knowing that her mind was extremely open, she still fell into those eyes full of cunning uncontrollably.

Zong Zhan lowered his head and wanted to kiss her, but when the distance between their lips was less than a piece of paper, Xi Luo opened his mouth and said, "Your family is really poor."

"You know it's my house, but you still dare to come back with me?"

"Then what should I do." Xi Luo patted his face in distress, "Who made the driver seductive?"

Zong Zhan: "..."

He was really glad that it wasn't Bai Xiaolong who was driving tonight.

Otherwise, he might have broken all three of Bai Xiaolong's legs by now.

Xi Luo looked up at Zong Zhan, a moment of sobriety appeared in her dimly lit eyes, but before Zong Zhan could see clearly, her legs softened and she threw herself into his arms.

The man habitually reached out to catch her, Xi Luo buried her head in his arms and rubbed her, "Let my sister hug her."

They never hugged each other seriously.

Even if it is a fight, it is always a tit-for-tat exchange of fists and kicks.

Xi Luo was much shorter than Zong Zhan, and she leaned on his chest, showing a bit of the beauty of a small bird.

The man is tall, with strong arms, and the back around her is slightly tightened, making this hug more dense and warm.

Zong Zhan rested his chin on the top of her head, curled his lips and laughed at her: "Virtue, after getting drunk, he has learned to act like a baby."

Xi Luo didn't speak, and buried her head for half a minute, her body became weaker and weaker, and it was also accompanied by a downward trend.

Zong Zhan raised his eyebrows, propped her shoulders and leaned over to see that the woman was asleep.

...

At six o'clock the next morning, Xi Luo woke up in Zong Zhan's arms.

The morning light was faint, and the room was dark and hazy.

Xi Luo opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling with a flat expression without any emotional ups and downs.

"woke up?"

The man's hoarse voice came from beside her ears, Xi Luo turned her head unhurriedly, met his dark red eyes, and asked lazily, "Why are you on my bed?"

There was no screaming, no surprise, as if all this was normal to her.

"This is my bed." Zong Zhan pinched his forehead with his fingers, and said in a displeased voice, "Raise your head."

Xi Luo twisted her neck, only to realize that the back of her neck was resting on his arms, she moved away, frowned and muttered, "I said, why did I sleep so uncomfortable."

Zong Zhan withdrew his numb and unconscious arm, closed his eyes with a stern expression, "You are so fucking capable of pissing people off."

"So angry so early in the morning?" Xi Luo sat up from the bed, squinting at the man, "Are you in menopause?"

Zong Zhan rested his forearm on his face, and his nose fluttered slightly, "Miss Xi is more lovable when she hugged me last night and didn't let go."

"Praise me?" Xi Luo rolled over and got out of bed, walked to the window sill and picked up the cigarette case, with a smile in her eyes, "Then tell me, how do I hug you? You are a paralyzed patient, I can hug you." you?"

Zong Zhan: "..."

Careless.

Xi Luo opened the window and leaned against the corner with a sly smile.

The atmosphere is a bit strange, yet inexplicably harmonious.

Xi Luo's vigor was much less, and Zong Zhan's domineering power was nowhere to be seen.

The two of them just shared the room so quietly, silence speaks louder than words.

It wasn't until Bai Xiaolong knocked on the door that the rare calm was broken, "Third Master, is Miss M awake? Fourth Young Master is leaving."

Xi Luo pinched her cigarette, and when she turned around, she glanced at Zong Zhan on the bed again, "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Except fried rice."

Xi Luo pursed her lips and smiled lightly, then walked out of the room.

Downstairs, Su Moshi was carrying the medicine box and was about to leave for Myanmar. When he saw Xi Luo coming down, he smiled and joked, "I thought you would sleep until the sun was up."

"That can't be done." Xi Luo stepped on her slippers and walked down, "The hangover pill you gave is very effective."

The sound of Bai Yan churning the spoon while frying rice in the kitchen stopped for a second, and then continued to toss the spoon.

Sure enough, she was not drunk last night.

He actually ate the hangover pill given by Su Laosi.

That Zong Zhan...

Bai Yan thought to himself, forget it, just pretend that you don't know, at least you can get 20 off-road vehicles.

Xi Luo sent off the fourth son Su, and soon returned to the kitchen to help Zong Zhan prepare breakfast.

She has been doing these things for a few days, and she has long been handy.

Holding a bowl of white and green fried rice, Bai Yan distractedly glanced at Xi Luo, who was hotting the milk, "Did you confess your love through wine?"

Xi Luo turned her back to him, "No, just teased me."

"For real or just for fun?"

Xi Luo paused for a moment, and gave a very vague answer, "Follow the fate."

If Zong Zhan is interested in her, she can take it seriously.

If he is not, then she does not force it.

At this age, love is no longer a necessity for them.

It's not shameful to like someone, Xi Luo is not too shy to admit it.

The drunken sentence of liking last night was meant for Zong Zhan.

And the hug he gave her back was indeed dazzling.

After a while, Xi Luo went upstairs briskly with her breakfast in hand.

In fact, the way she expresses her liking is very simple and rude, that is, to be nice to him, and to be nice to him without a bottom line.

Good enough to ignore his deliberate pretending to be sick, and accept all his shortcomings.

During breakfast, Zong Zhan occasionally glanced at the woman who was eating by the bed. He was not sure if she still remembered what happened last night. After thinking about it for a while, he said bluntly, "Do you remember what happened last night?"

Xi Luo took a sip of milk, "It's broken."

"Whoever picked you up also forgot?"

"I have a little impression of this. The driver is very good-looking." Xi Luo lowered her head and bit the sandwich, absent-mindedly said: "I still want to hire him..."

Zong Zhan pushed his cheek, "I am the driver."

"Hic—" Xi Luo choked.

It is hard to guard against.

Xi Luo didn't expect Zong Zhan to slap his face, looked at him in surprise, and hiccupped again.

Zong Zhan leaned back against the head of the bed and lazily raised his eyelids, "What? You know it's me, so you're not going to pack?"

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