Chapter 1210: I like him?

Feicheng, at six o'clock in the morning, the sun breaks.

At the end of the corridor on the second floor, there was a depressed sigh.

Siluo opened her eyes, and a ray of morning light happened to fall on the

center of her wrinkled eyebrows, reflecting a kind of haggard melancholy.

Insomnia all night, I was very sleepy, but I couldn’t fall asleep.

Every time I close my eyes, Zong Zhan’s ** wounds are all in his mind, as

well as his deep and slightly disappointed eyes.

Siro grabbed her hair anxiously, opened the quilt, opened the window, lit a

cigarette, and tried to calm her anxiety with nicotine.

"Om——"

At this time, the vibration of the phone brought back Silo's thoughts, which

was a WeChat.

Yan: Come down to eat.

Silo looked at the screen and smiled, cut off the remaining half of the

cigarette, put on the shoes and went out.

The seventh room where Zong Zhan is located is the only way for her to go

downstairs.

Siluo slowed down involuntarily, looked at the closed door, hesitatingly

pushed a gap open slightly.

The room is brightly lit and the curtains are not drawn. The man still

maintains a prone position, facing the window, with the back of his head

facing the door.

Silo watched through the gap for a few seconds, before closing the door and

going downstairs.

On the bed, Zong Zhan's eyelids trembled, opened his dark red eyes, and

snorted like self-deprecating.

He took out his cell phone from under his pillow, poked the shortcut key, and

made a call, "A week later, arrange the action."

"No problem, Boss, let me send you a message. The special forces on the old

side have agreed to join the joint operation. As long as the deployment is

completed, they can set off at any time."

Zong Zhan closed his eyes and said, "Well, I'm in Feicheng on the border. You

should bring people in first. Be more secretive."

……

Downstairs in the kitchen, Shi Luo lay on the table, half of her face buried

in her arms, sighing from time to time.

Baiyan sprinkled a handful of green onions into the rice pot, mocking without

looking back, "Sorry for a man?"

Shi Luo lazily propped his forehead, and said, "Fried rice with less oil, your

eyes will almost be blinded."

Bai Yan moved for a while, turned sideways and looked back, "Do you want me to

throw you two out?"

Siluo leaned back on the back of the chair, and sighed with excitement, "After

the troubles are resolved, I will return to the British emperor."

"You're so ** frank and unrighteous, people have a broken waist, you just

kick it when you say it?"

Silo looked at the ceiling lazily, "Let me say it a few times, I have nothing

to do with him."

Bai Yan put the fried rice in a bowl, handed it to her, and joked, “You

continue to pretend, how many years have you been, you have never bothered to

explain the relationship between men and women, this is the first time!”

Shi Luo's eyelids trembled, frowning and pressing her temples, "You are so

** annoying."

"I think I bother you two and get out as soon as possible." Baiyan Dama sat

opposite her with a golden knife, picked up a half bottle of beer on the table

and shook it, "As long as you are not lace, it is normal to like men. Others

Not to mention, the one upstairs is enough for you."

Silo was still stiff, "I like him?"

"I don't know if you like it or not?" Bai Yan flexed his fingers and tapped

the dining table. "You ran into his room three or four times like a ** thief

at midnight last night. Do you think monitoring is a display?"

Silo picked up his job and got up to leave, but quickly turned back, "He is

injured, who will take care of him?"

"You, Jue, De, where?" Bai Yan stretched his tone of voice, and his eyes

looked at Silo more and more playfully.

As the most cunning member of the Yan League, he had never seen her look so

melancholy and undressed.

Siluo didn't notice it herself, she didn't wash her clothes or change her

clothes, and she sat in the dining room in wrinkled clothes and sighed.

Even the hair is not taken care of, and it hangs loosely at the corners of the

eyebrows, like an abandoned woman trapped in love.

Bai Yan felt very interesting. Thinking of what Zong Zhan said to him last

night, he couldn't help but sympathize with Shi Luo.

Fox meets wolf, no matter how cunning, it can’t escape the fate of being

eaten.

……

It is true that Silo keenly felt the change in her feelings for Zong Zhan, not

just a woman’s yearning for a man, but a sublimation of the emotional level.

In the beginning, she took the opportunity to approach, completely out of use.

Even the occasional intimacy later on, failed to shake her rock-solid mind.

Now it’s good, an accident so small that it can’t be small, but shakes my

heart.

Xi Luo returned to the room with his rice bowl, sitting on the bed in

distress, thinking about how to face Zong Zhan in the future.

Male and female games, the most taboo is to be emotional.

Zongzhan is still as stable as an old dog, but she is facing fall.

That does not work.

Silo can't let herself fall into a hot emotional swamp.

Zong Zhan only has a desire to conquer her, and wants her to subdue softly and

compromise, but that is not love.

So, Silo asked herself to stay steady and not mess, while she went out quietly

to rationalize her thoughts.

So that at noon, when Zong Zhan, who was lingering on the bed, was about to

starve to death, she asked Bai Xiaohu to find out that this woman had gone

wild.

Hold!

To say that she is awkward and dogged is simply a compliment.

……

Xiluo was nowhere to be seen, and at about 3 in the afternoon, Su Moshi

accidentally landed on the second street bungalow.

At this time, Zong Zhan was sitting rigidly chatting with Bai Yan in the

living room.

Bai Xiaoniu led him in. Bai Yan saw Old Four Su and raised his eyebrows in

surprise, "What brings you here?"

"Qiao Qiao asked me to come over, saying that...there is a sick number?" Su

Laosi glanced over Zong Zhan at random, and he could vaguely see that his

sitting posture was a little abnormal.

Bai Yan tilted Erlang's legs and raised his chin towards Zong Zhan without any

psychological pressure, "It's still a mascot and sensible. Quickly show it to

him, it's really useless after saving it, Xi Luo has to cry to death."

Su Moshi raised his eyebrows suddenly, and even Zong Zhan instantly looked at

Bai Yan.

Um? What are the fried rice sellers alluding to?

Su Moshi lifted the frame of the frame, and asked pointedly: "Sister Luo is

also in Feicheng?"

"Well, I went out to have a wave." Bai Yan picked up the cigarette case on the

table, "Before dinner, I guess I can wave back. If you don't worry about

leaving, you can wait."

Su Moshi hadn't planned to stay long, but when he heard this, he decided to

stay and watch the excitement.

Meanwhile, Silo was strolling in a deserted wetland park on the outskirts of

Feicheng.

Bai Xiaohu followed her steps, trekking forward with one deep foot and one

shallow foot.

Sister M seems to be in a bad mood, so he doesn't dare to ask more, for fear

that he will be sceptical of life again.

No moment, Shi Luo stood in the wild grass, stomped the dirt on the board

shoes, and asked anxiously: "What is Zong Zhan doing?"

Bai Xiaohu scratched his head, "May I help you ask?"

Silo nodded slowly, "Ask cryptically."

Bai Xiaohu replied with a seemingly understanding, but in fact, he did not

understand the word vague.

Because Sister M speaks Mandarin.

So, Bai Xiaohu dialed out the phone, then covered the receiver with one hand,

and almost asked in a voice: "Mavericks, what is the third master Zong doing?"

(End of this chapter)