Chapter 1168

In the evening, Li Jun sent a message that he would work overtime at night and could not go home to dinner with her.

Zong Yue stood in the kitchen and looked at all kinds of ingredients on the glass platform. Without any accident, he picked them up and put them in the refrigerator.

He is Secretary General of Nanyang, which happens from time to time.

Zongyue cooked a bowl of noodles for himself. After eating two mouthfuls, he put down his chopsticks with a heavy heart.

In less than half an hour, Zong Yue packed up and sat in the living room to reply to Li Jun's wechat.

Please feel at ease: brother Jun, I'm going to go back to Dijing in the evening and come back tomorrow.

After a long time of no response, Zong Yue habitually made a [smiling face] expression, and then left jingwan villa with his luggage.

……

In January in imperial capital, the cold wind is biting.

Zong Yue wrapped her tight coat and covered half of her face with her scarf. After half past eight, she walked out of the high-speed railway station and saw Zong Zhan's men face-to-face.

The other side is tall and straight, with a unique awe inspiring and forthright posture of the military headquarters.

"Sister Yue, the Third Master asked me to pick you up."

Zong Yue recognized him. She used to be the servant of the third uncle. She waved and smiled, "Xiong Ze, please. Is the third uncle in the old house?"

"No, he's in Dijing Beiyuan. Let me send you directly."

Dijing Beiyuan, located in the northwest, is zongzhan's private villa.

Zong Yue went through the small iron door and rang the doorbell. At the same time, he called again: "uncle, it's me."

When the door opened, Zong Yue raised her eyes, raised her smiling face, and then froze, "er... President Xi?"

Xi Luo was wearing a white bathrobe and wiping her hair with a towel in her hand. "She came very quickly. Come in and sit down."

Zong Yue: "??"

Whose house is this?

Zongyue hesitated to enter the porch. When he closed the door, he didn't forget to take a look at Xiong Ze who turned around and was ready to leave.

The other party didn't seem surprised at all. He couldn't help it. He waved goodbye to her calmly, "sister Yue, see you later."

Zong Yue followed with doubts and doubts. He walked into the living room with a special perfume.

In the living room, Zong Zhan was smoking in front of the window in his fancy clothes. Xi Luo went to the corner and turned on the central air conditioner. Then he sat on the sofa, stepped on the tea table with one leg and began to wipe his body milk.

Zong Yue stood where he was, feeling that he was more than a lot, "third uncle..."

Zong Zhan glanced at her sideways and raised his head to the sofa, "sit by yourself."

Zong Yue hung her head and went to the single sofa to sit down. Yu Guang peered at Xi Luo. He just felt that the atmosphere in the living room was very strange.

Third uncle and President Xi are under the same roof. Normally, they must have a different relationship.

But... It seems that the two people are not so close, but they have the illusion of turning a blind eye to each other.

Zong Yue looked at the French window in confusion. What did she miss these days?

At this time, Zong Zhan went to the opposite sofa and sat down. He looked up and spit out smoke. "Don't be stunned. Confess yourself."

"Uncle, have you checked my case?" Zong Yue said he couldn't get pregnant. After all, it's hard to say, and Xiluo is still on the scene.

Zong Zhan bit his cigarette holder and narrowed his eyes. "Need to check?"

Although he is not married, there are several possibilities for women to find traditional Chinese medicine after marriage.

Endocrine, dysmenorrhea, pregnancy.

That's what Shiloh told him.

Zong Yueshan slapped a rainbow fart, "third uncle is really insightful."

The voice fell. Xi Luo had finished wiping her body milk. She wiped her hands with a paper towel, got up and went to the stairs.

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

Zong Zhan looked at her lower legs under her bathrobe by smoking. The lines were smooth, white and shiny.

He remembers, and it feels good.

"Third uncle, you and President Xi..."

Zong Zhan opened his legs and leaned against the back of the chair. "Are you still free to mind your own business? Don't you want to find traditional Chinese medicine?"

Without Xi Luo's presence, Zong Yue didn't hide any more and truthfully informed zongzhan of his inspection results.

"Does sister-in-law know?"

Zong Yue shook his head. "I didn't say anything specific, but I asked mom. She doesn't know traditional Chinese medicine in this field. And if she knows, she will tell Grandpa that I don't want them to worry about this kind of thing."

Zong Zhan sneered, "still a little brain."

Father Zong often talked about letting Zong Yue have children as soon as possible in the past year. The old man liked children. If he knew it, he would have to get angry.

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

"I haven't told him yet." Zong Yue raised her head with regret and smiled reluctantly. "I want to find traditional Chinese medicine to recuperate first. If it's really... Difficult, I'll explain it to him."

She won't hide such a thing from Li Jun, because she can't hide it.

There are numerous examples of infertility after marriage, but few are happy.

Before she gets the exact answer, telling him will only increase her worry and loss.

Zong Zhan leaned over and lit the ash. "Are you sure he's not incompetent?"

"Of course not." Zong Yue retorted without hesitation, "he is very healthy. It must be my problem."

"Look at your promise." Zong Zhan glanced at her endlessly. "How did organ damage happen?"

Zong Yue said that the training intensity was high and hurt the foundation.

Zong Zhanjun's face sank. "The military training doesn't carry this pot."

"I didn't say it was the pot of the military headquarters." Zong Yue whispered, "do you have any friends in traditional Chinese medicine?"

Zong Zhan folded his legs and knocked on the handrail with his fingers. "Yes, but if the problem lies with Li Jun, you are not afraid of suffering in vain?"

"What's the crime of eating traditional Chinese medicine?" Zong Yue answered naturally.

Zong Zhan pulled his lips with a smile, "I don't think you're married. It's his mother who married himself an old man."

Zongyue didn't dare to continue to refute, for fear that his third uncle would repent.

Just then, the footsteps of high-heeled shoes sounded at the entrance of the stairs.

Zong Zhan and Zong Yue looked at each other at the same time. They saw that Xi Luo was wearing a flaming red tweed coat with her hair on her left shoulder, dressed in fashion and ready to go out.

"Why?"

Xi Luo shook off her broken hair in front of her forehead, "Zong big head. Long, can't you see?"

Zong Zhan has a straight face and his eyes scan her dress like a laser. In winter, he wears a skirt with bare thighs and is not afraid of arthritis.

"When will you be back?"

Xi Luo stared at Zong Zhan with an expression of 'are you out of your mind', "of course, come back after playing."

Zong Zhan pressed the cigarette end in the ashtray with great force. His eyes were very bad. "Miss Xi, I hope you can have a little spirit of contract."

Xi Luo stepped down, covered her lips and smiled. "I said, can you ask for a face? In front of your niece, you also have the face to say the spirit of contract?"

"Otherwise..." Zong Zhan scraped his lower lip with his teeth and glanced maliciously at the coquettish woman in front of him, "I should say... Selling?"

Zong Yue was stunned. What contract? What sex?

Do Qiao Qiao and Shaoyan know?

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