Fast-wearing fancy style

Chapter 327 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [5]

The high collar showed off the slender neck, which seemed to be exposed but not exposed, and the waist was pinched just right, not too much, not too little, and the calves like tender lotus root were exposed from the slit.

If this cheongsam is worn on the body of a lady, it will show the elegance of white jade.

Wearing it on her body, the temperament was deeply suppressed by her, and it seemed neither fish nor fowl.

Now it can only be similar in appearance, and it will take a lot of effort to achieve the similarity in spirit.

Qingtian withdrew his gaze, "Sit down."

Le Tong carefully moved to the lower seat and sat on it.

Dongxue, who was standing beside her, began to arrange breakfast.

Le Tong straightened his back, lowered his eyes, and sat on the chair, somewhat cautious.

Seeing that Le Tong hadn't moved his chopsticks, Qing Tian said, "The food is not to your liking?"

Le Tong shook his head, picked up the chopsticks quickly, and ate with his head down.

The restaurant was very quiet, only the sound of chopsticks hitting bowls.

Le Tong blushed slightly, Qingtian didn't make any sound when eating, but she kept making noises, which made her feel very embarrassed and didn't know how to eat.

After coming over for a while, Qingtian put down the bowls and chopsticks, "Butler Zhang, when will the etiquette teacher arrive?"

"Back to the young marshal, there is still an hour."

That is eight o'clock.

Later he has something to go out, so it seems that he can't stay in the mansion, anyway, every time Le Tong sees his frightened head, she dare not raise her head, but she feels uncomfortable when he is here.

Qingtian stood up, walked out of the restaurant with his head held high, and Butler Zhang followed closely behind him.

Walking outside, Zhao Zhixu was already standing beside the car.

Seeing Qingtian coming, Zhao Zhixu hurriedly gave a military salute, and then opened the car door, "Young commander, please get in the car."

Qingtian walked to the side of the car, and when he got into the car, he told Butler Zhang, "I have to leave first, and you will prepare a snack for Miss Le and send it to her room."

Just now he noticed that Le Tong didn't eat a few mouthfuls at all.

"Yes."

Qingtian got into the car directly, Zhao Zixu closed the door, nodded to Butler Zhang, and then sat in the co-pilot's seat.

It wasn't until the car drove out of the Marshal's Mansion that Steward Zhang turned around and entered the house.

After Qingtian left, Le Tong also put down the bowls and chopsticks, but she didn't know what to do when Butler Zhang wasn't there.

Dong Xue seemed to be aware of Le Tong's embarrassment, and asked tentatively, "Miss, how about I take you to the garden?"

Le Tong's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his smile became a bit more real, "Okay."

The garden of the Marshal's Mansion is very large, and it is now spring, and all kinds of flowers are in full bloom, very beautiful.

The two walked for a long time without finishing shopping, and suddenly saw a large red flower in the distance.

Le Tong walked quickly to the red flower, squatted down and asked Dong Xue with a smile, "What kind of flower is this? I haven't seen it before."

"Miss Hui, this is a red rose."

Le Tong muttered to himself, "Red Rose?"

Keep your eyes on the flowers, they are so beautiful.

Much more beautiful than the wildflowers in their village...

"Oh!" Dong Xue suddenly called out, "Miss, the teacher who teaches you etiquette is coming, let's go back quickly."

Too bad, butler Zhang told her that he took the young lady to the living room at eight o'clock in the morning, and he forgot the time when he was just strolling around the garden.

Le Tong stood up, also a little anxious, "Let's go quickly then."

When the two hurried to the living room, there was already a woman sitting on the sofa waiting for them, and Butler Zhang stood beside them.

Think of it as a teacher of etiquette.

Le Tong stepped forward and said apologetically, "Sorry, I'm late."

(End of this chapter)