Chapter 1168: Spirit of Contract

Chapter 1168 Contract Spirit

In the evening, Li Jun sent a message saying that he would work overtime at

night and could not go home to eat with her.

Zong Yue stood in the kitchen, looking at the various ingredients on the

glazed table, without any accident, he packed up again and put it in the

refrigerator.

He is the Secretary-General of Nanyang, and this happens from time to time.

Zong Yue cooked a bowl of noodles for herself, and after eating two bites, she

put down her chopsticks deeply.

In less than half an hour, Zong Yue packed up his luggage and sat in the

living room to reply to Li Jun's WeChat.

Yue you at ease: Brother Jun, I plan to go back to Dijing tonight and come

back tomorrow.

The message was sent for a long time without a response, Zong Yue habitually

sent a [smiley face] expression, and then left Jingwan Villa with his luggage.

……

Imperial Palace’s January, the cold wind is bitter.

Zong Yue wrapped her coat tightly and covered half of her face with a scarf.

At half past eight o'clock, she walked out of the high-speed rail station and

saw Zong Zhan's men.

The opponent is burly and tall, and the posture reveals the awe-inspiring and

dignity that is unique to the military.

"Sister Yue, San Ye asked me to pick you up."

Zong Yue recognized him. She used to be Sanshu's attendant. She waved and

smiled, "Xiong Ze, trouble you, is Sanshu in the old house?"

"No, he is in Dijing Beiyuan, let me take you there directly."

Dijing Beiyuan, located in the northwest, is Zongzhan’s private villa.

Zong Yue passed through the small iron gate, and when he rang the doorbell, he

called out: "Uncle San, it's me."

The door opened, Zong Yue raised his eyes and raised a smile, then froze,

"Uh... President Xi?"

Siluo was wearing a white bathrobe and wiping her hair with a towel in her

hand, "Come in very quickly."

Zong Yue: "???"

Who is this?

Zong Yue hesitated and walked into the hallway. When the door was closed, he

did not forget to glance at Xiong Ze who turned around and was about to leave.

The other party didn't seem surprised at all. He couldn't help but waved

goodbye to her calmly, "Sister Yue, see you later."

Zongyue followed Siluo into the living room with doubts, the air still smelled

of special perfume.

In the living room, Zong Zhan was smoking in front of the window in a

camouflage uniform. Silo walked to the corner and turned on the central air

conditioner, then sat on the sofa, stepping on the coffee table with one leg

and began to apply body lotion.

Zongyue stood in place, feeling a lot of himself, "Uncle San..."

Zong Zhan glanced at her sideways, raised his head to the sofa, "Sit by

yourself."

Zong Yuedi grabbed his head and walked to the single sofa to sit down. Yu

Guang looked at Silo secretly, only to find the atmosphere in the living room

extremely strange.

Uncle San and President Xi are under the same roof. Normally, the relationship

is definitely not ordinary.

But...the way these two people get along doesn't seem to be that close.

Instead, there is an illusion of turning a blind eye to each other.

Zong Yue looked at the floor-to-ceiling window in confusion, what did she miss

these days?

At this time, Zong Zhan walked to the opposite sofa and sat down, raised his

head and spit out smoke, "Don't be stunned, confess yourself."

"Uncle San, have you checked my case?" Zong Yue was not ashamed to say that

she could not get pregnant, after all, it was difficult to tell, and Shi Luo

was still there.

Zong Zhan bit his cigarette holder and squinted his eyes, "Need to check?"

Although he is not married, there are only a few possibilities for a woman to

seek Chinese medicine after marriage.

Endocrine, dysmenorrhea, pregnancy.

This is what Shiro told him.

Zong Yue slapped a rainbow fart in disbelief, "The third uncle is really

observant."

The voice fell, Shi Luo had already wiped off the body milk, she wiped her

hands with a tissue, got up and walked to the stairs.

The whole process, without saying a word, was very comfortable.

Zong Zhan looked at her calf under the bathrobe by smoking, the lines are

smooth, white and shiny.

He remembers, it feels good.

"Uncle San, you and President Xi..."

Zong Zhan Da Ma opened his legs with a golden sword, and leaned back in the

chair, "Is there any idle business? You don't want to go to a Chinese medicine

doctor?"

Without Shi Luo present, Zong Yue did not conceal any more, and truthfully

informed Zong Zhan of his inspection results.

"Does Sister-in-law know?"

Zong Yue shook his head, “I didn’t say anything specifically, but I asked my

mother, she didn’t know Chinese medicine in this area. And if she knew about

it, she would definitely tell grandpa that I don’t want them to worry about

this kind of thing.”

Zong Zhan sneered, "I still have some brains."

Elder Zong has been talking about letting Zong Yue have children as soon as

possible for the past year. The old man always likes children. If he knows

about it, he will inevitably get angry.

After that, he asked again, "What's Li Jun's attitude?"

"I haven't told him yet." Zong Yue raised her head in sorrow, and smiled

reluctantly. "I want to find a Chinese medicine doctor first. If it's

really...it's difficult, I'll explain it to him."

She will not conceal Li Jun about this kind of thing, because she can't keep

it.

There are countless examples of infertility after marriage, but few of them

are happy.

Before she got the exact answer, telling him would only increase worry and

loss.

Zong Zhan leaned forward and lit the soot, "Are you sure it's not that he is

incompetent?"

"Of course not." Zong Yue straightened his back without hesitation and

retorted: "He is very healthy. It must be my problem."

"Look at your point of interest." Zong Zhan glanced at her with difficulty,

"How did the organ damage cause?"

Zong Yue said that the training intensity was high at the beginning, which

hurt the foundation.

Zong Zhanjun's face sank, "Military training does not carry this pot."

"I didn't say it was the pot of the military department." Zong Yue whispered:

"The third uncle, do you have a Chinese medicine friend?"

Zong Zhan folded his legs, tapped his fingers on the armrests, "Yes, but if

the problem is Li Jun, you are not afraid of suffering in vain?"

"What is the crime of eating Chinese medicine?" Zong Yue answered naturally.

Zong Zhan twitched his lips with a smile, "I don't think you are married

anymore, it was his mother who married himself a man."

Zong Yue did not dare to continue to refute, fearing that his third uncle

would go back.

At this moment, the sound of high-heeled shoes sounded from the top of the

stairs.

Zong Zhan and Zong Yue looked sideways at the same time, and saw Shi Luo

wearing a fiery red woolen coat with her hair draped over her left shoulder,

and she was fashionably dressed and ready to go out.

"Why are you going?"

Xi Luo tossed the broken hair on the front of her forehead, "Zong Da, long,

can't you see it?"

Zong Zhan's face was stern, and her eyes scanned her dress like a laser. In

the winter, she even wore a ** skirt to light her thighs and was not afraid

of arthritis.

"When are you coming back?"

Xi Luo looked at Zong Zhan with an expression of ‘Are you not in a bad

brain?’, "Of course I will come back after playing."

Zong Zhan pressed the cigarette ** into the ashtray, his eyes were very bad,

"Miss Xi, I hope you can have a little contract spirit."

Shi Luo paused, covering her lips with a quavering smile, "I said, can you

make your face a bit? In front of your niece, do you have a face to talk about

the spirit of contract?"

"Otherwise..." Zong Zhan scratched his lower lip, and scanned the glamorous

woman in front of him unkindly, "Should I say...sell yourself?"

Zong Yue was stunned, what contract? What to sell yourself?

Qiaoqiao and Uncle Shaoyan know?

(End of this chapter)