Chapter 1203: This is just a complex

Silo paused, turned around and slammed the closet door hard, "Me? Legs?

Short?"

Hearing the words, Zong Zhan looked at her legs unscrupulously, and did not

know what to think, unconsciously lifted the hem of the white shirt, "Really

not..."

The words of men are stuck in the throat.

Shi Luo's eyes widened instantly.

Zong Zhan’s index and middle fingers were still holding the hem of the shirt,

and his eyes fell somewhere, unable to move away.

The moment Siluo reacted, he quickly patted his paws and brought his legs

together, "Don't understand it if you are indecent!"

This sounded very calm, only Silo knew that she was flustered.

The usual fighting is limited to physical contact, but suddenly such a

straightforward accident happened, and she was also a little caught off guard.

Zong Zhan retracted his hand, bit the tip of his tongue, and complimented him

quite oldly: "The heart is pretty good."

Silo felt ants crawling all over her body, and everything was wrong.

She covered the hem of her shirt with her hands, raised her leg and kicked

him, "You ** want to point your face!"

Zong Zhan’s eyes were burning with a faint fire, he leaned forward and

approached Silo, "Prune it into a heart, isn’t it..."

"report-"

The deeper language exchange is not over yet, a loud report sounded outside

the door.

Zong Zhan closed his eyes, pressed down the human movement diagram in his

mind, took out a pair of camouflage trousers from the closet and stuffed it

into Silo’s arms, "Go to the bathroom to change."

This time, Silo didn't dare to toss, she rushed into the bathroom with her

trousers in between.

The dog thing struck by thunder in the sky, you can see it when you see it,

and you have to say it!

The shape of the heart was not cut by herself. She went to the beauty salon

for body care during the days when she returned to Nanyang. It was a body

styling highly recommended by the beautician.

He knows a fart!

On the other side, the commander waiting outside the door shouted again like a

bell.

What is the boss doing?

I haven't opened the door for so long, is it... very busy?

The commander was about to start a reverie, the door opened, Zong Zhan was

with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and frowned, "Say."

"Boss, Reporter Xi is okay?"

Zong Zhan tilted his head to stare at him, and while talking, a few pieces of

soot floated down from his cigarette butts, "I can't die."

The commander seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "That's good. Boss, time is

almost up, I just disbanded the team, let them go back to rest, and continue

the combat exercise in the afternoon."

"Well, you arranged." Zong Zhan turned around to close the door, but thought

of another thing, "Wait."

"Boss?"

Zong Zhan leaned against the door frame, his tone low for a few times, "Who

let Xi Luo go to the training ground today?"

Although Shi Luo didn't say it clearly, but the meaning and the meaning of the

words, it seems that he mistakenly thought that it was arranged by him.

At this time, the commander replied inexplicably, “Isn’t she going there by

herself? Fang Zhengrong told me that reporter Xi wanted to take pictures of

the military posture in the rain, and specifically called me to cooperate as

much as possible.”

"Fang Zhengrong?"

The commander snarled in a certain direction, "Just the female soldier in the

communication room, the one sitting opposite reporter Xi."

Zong Zhan thought for a while, a little impressed, but there is no memory

point.

He waved his hand and entered the house sideways.

...

At the same time, Fang Zhengrong in the communication room was drinking water

while holding a cup in one hand, but a trace of badness leaked in his drooping

eyes.

The two little girls next to are discussing today’s camp gossip.

"Really? Our chief executive left with Sister Luo personally?"

"It's true, the black dog and Erdan have seen it."

"Mom, Sister Luo is so happy too, I'll be respectful first."

"Locked up."

With a ‘boom’, the tea mug was knocked on the table, Fang Zhengrong looked at

them obliquely, his tone was stiff, "You have finished the communication

materials that you explained in the morning?"

The two girls smiled and shook their heads, "Yet, not yet."

"Within ten minutes, arrange it and send it to me."

One of them inhaled air-conditioning, "Ten minutes? Team leader, more than one

hundred materials, we..."

Fang Zhengrong said with a serious expression, "Since there is time to gossip,

I believe you should have almost sorted it out! Remember, give it to me in ten

minutes."

Suddenly, the two girls were ashamed, awful, and they were touched by the

group leader's mold.

...

At half past eleven, the canteen opens for dinner.

At this time, Shi Luo was still lying in Zong Zhan’s dormitory, drinking

coffee and watching the video with one hand, happy and at ease.

"Change clothes and go to the cafeteria to eat."

Silo lay on the bed and kicked the thin quilt on her body, "I'm not hungry."

Zong Zhan has changed into a dry camouflage uniform, standing next to the bed

with his waist pinched, "Shall I change it for you?"

Shi Luo leaned her back against the head of the bed, and stared at him with

her eyebrows.

Zong Zhan leaned over and put one hand on her waist, “Reporter Xi, the whole

camp knows that you fainted and was carried back by me. You will not show up

at lunch time. Are you afraid that they will arrange the relationship between

us?”

"Who is afraid, who knows." Silo raised her head and drank the last sip of

coffee, and threw the cup backhand into the wastebasket at the corner of the

bed.

Zong Zhan looked at her slightly open shirt collar and squinted his eyes, "A

woman's name is so unimportant to you?"

Xi Luo rolled her eyes, "What does Ming Chong do? What's the use besides

standing up the archway to make everyone applaud?"

She most annoys men wearing tinted glasses to judge women.

Partial Zongzhan does not have a long memory.

If she hadn’t met the man she liked, the film would have been sent out long

ago.

"Ms. Xi is really impressive!" Zong Zhan patted her face, his tone of emotion

couldn't be heard.

Hearing this, Shi Luo immediately smashed the back of his hand with his mobile

phone, "Why do you always admire me? So little knowledge?"

"It is true that you are not as knowledgeable as you, and I have never seen a

woman like you!"

Shi Luo smiled. She liked the word romantic, "It's rare and weird. Who said

that only men can be romantic, why can't women do it?"

"Are you quite proud?"

Shi Luo smiled more and more brilliantly: "Of course, at least you don't need

to be judged like a commodity. Men have a virginity and a female complex. This

is completely used to the old ideas. Since gender equality is advocated, then

fun is also It must be treated the same."

Zong Zhan frowned in disapproval, "Where is the fallacy? Is it difficult for

you to keep yourself clean?"

"Don't buckle me hats, romanticism doesn't mean you don't love yourself." Silo

snorted, "Sounding, you might as well just admit that you also have that kind

of complex."

The man was silent for a while, as if tacitly, and as if thinking about how to

answer.

Seeing this, Shi Luo raised her lips clearly, "Hey, it seems you really have

this bad habit."

"Bad habit?" Zong Zhan sat down on the side of the bed, looking at her

intently, "Si Luo, all men in the world have them."

"That can only say that all of you men in the world are stupid!" Shi Luo

laughed ironically, and sat up with his arms around the quilt to argue with

him. Is it a bastard?

They slept with each other during the relationship, do you want to continue to

find the innocent girl after breaking up? You are not clean anymore, and still

have the face to ask that the next one is still innocent? "

The air around the bed stagnated for a few minutes. Zong Zhan looked at Silo

with a sneer expression. After a while, he said in a deep and serious manner:

"You don't need to overturn a boat person in such extreme ways. This is just

an ideal complex, not a necessary requirement. "

6000+, set a bowl for the monthly pass.

(End of this chapter)