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Chapter 351 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [29]

Half a month later
Anning Pier
With the sound of two whistles, a ship from England slowly docked, and after it came to a complete stop, the ladder was quickly lowered from the stairs for passengers to disembark.

A military vehicle was parked not far from the pier, its black iron sheet shining coldly in the sun.

Pedestrians passing by the car frequently looked sideways. In this era, cars are luxury goods owned by dignitaries. It is normal for ordinary people to feel novelty when they see them. When you have a license plate, you will consciously make a detour.

There is no other reason, this car is the car of Generalissimo Qingtian.

The person standing next to the car was Zhao Zhixu. At this moment, he kept looking into the distance, looking a little restless.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer tourists and Miss Le was still missing, Zhao Zhixu's heart began to fluctuate.

The message shouldn't be wrong, right?
From the corner of the eye, he unconsciously glanced at the young marshal sitting in the car. Although he couldn't see the young marshal's expression clearly at the moment, he always felt that if he couldn't meet Miss Le, he would end badly.

Suddenly, a woman in a white dress walked down the stairs gracefully with a suitcase in her hand. Her hat was the most popular style in Western countries, and she wore a pair of small high heels. conspicuous.

Zhao Zhixu noticed this woman at a glance, and his eyes moved to her face. Although her attire had changed, he still recognized her. It was Miss Le whom he had been waiting for so hard.

Turning around to return the young marshal, unexpectedly the young marshal got out of the car and walked towards the woman.

Zhao Zhixu followed Qingtian from a distance, deliberately keeping a distance. Given how much the young commander attached importance to this matter, at this time, he definitely didn't want anyone to disturb him.

He still has this vision.

Seeing Qingtian, Le Tong unconsciously stopped.

In the two years since she left, Qingtian's affection for her has reached 50. Although he knew that he might come over, when he saw him for a moment, he was still inexplicably happy.

Qing Tian confirmed that this woman is Le Tong undoubtedly, he was excited, but also a little bit at a loss, he didn't know how to speak for a moment.

A gust of sea breeze blows gently, and the woman's silk scarf flutters in the air, looking at the man in military uniform two by two, like lovers reunited after a long absence, forgetting the noisy crowd behind them.

After a long time, Qingtian suppressed this strange emotion, "Are you back?"

There was a smile on the corner of Le Tong's mouth, "Young Marshal, long time no see."

Qingtian said shyly, "Long time no see."

After that, the two got into the car like ordinary friends.

Qingtian looked at her sideways and asked, "Go back to the Marshal's Mansion?"

"No, just take me to a hotel, stay here first, and then I'll look for a house."

Qingtian pursed his lips, and after a while he ordered Zhao Zhixu to drive the car to the biggest hotel in Xiangzhou.

The atmosphere in the car became tense.

But Le Tong didn't seem to notice this abnormality, and still looked at the scenery outside the car window calmly.

After driving for about ten minutes, the car stopped at the entrance of a well-decorated, Western-style hotel.

Le Tong took the luggage and pushed the door straight to get off.

Qingtian followed her into the hotel.

After completing the check-in procedures, Le Tong turned around and saw that Qingtian was still there, surprised, "Why are you following me?"

Qingtian's face turned a little cold, "I have something to tell you."

Le Tong turned around and went upstairs, acquiescing to his behavior.

(End of this chapter)