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Chapter 357 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [35]

Johnson's face was unabashedly complacent, "You (you) are students of art (medicine), and if you regret (come back), you must be a doctor. There are only a few hospitals here. I ask each one. alright."

Le Tong nodded clearly.

Jonson turned around in the office on his own, and finally shook his head seriously, "The illusion (environment) here is too sloppy (simple), it's better to stay in England."

Le Tong stood up and poured a glass of water for Jonsson, and said seriously, "No matter how simple it is, it is still my country, and I will naturally come back."

Jonson leaned over to her side, and said mysteriously, "Is it because of you or not?"

Le Tong paused for a moment with his hand on the cup, and answered truthfully with a smile, "Both."

Jonson took the teacup in her hand, and said sternly, "It's (really) that you don't know the blessings in the blessings. If you could like me, I would have done it long ago." After speaking, he still didn't forget to push Le Tong's Elbow, "My idiom is not wrong, is it?"

Le Tong smiled and nodded, "It's not wrong this time, but next time, don't say such things that make people misunderstand."

Jonson had shown affection for her before, but she rejected her. After that, the two became friends inexplicably, and he has always had a strong interest in Huaxia language. Although he didn't want to admit it, his Huaxia language is really taught by her.

Jonson pretended to be sad, and his facial expression was exaggerated, "Oh, the tax (say) is dead (true), oh, I was also your former suitor anyway, how can you be so cold?"

Le Tong's head was full of black lines. She asked one by one. Jonson's affection for her was only 30, which had already reached the highest affection for a friend. It was not as exaggerated as he said. As for his previous pursuit of her, I guess Because of her looks.

After all, her black hair and dark eyes stood out among a group of blond and blue-eyed British women.

Seeing that she was distracted, Johnson leaned close to her eyes, "What are you thinking about?"

"I…"

"What are you doing!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, the former belonged to Le Tong, while the latter voice was full of anger, but it was not from Jonson.

Le Tong raised his head, just in time to see Qing Tian standing at the door, his whole body was covered with cold air, his eyes were like ice scum, and he shot straight at them.

Only then did she realize that the distance between her and Jonson was very close.

After being stunned, Le Tong backed away quickly, stood up straight and looked at Qingtian who was standing at the door, and smiled awkwardly, "You're here."

Qing Tian stopped when he came to her, looked straight at Le Tong, and said with a smile, "I'll pick you up for dinner."

Le Tong looked at Johnson, "But my friend..."

Qing Tian suppressed the displeasure in his heart, "Let's go together." After all, he is also Le Tong's friend.

And Jonson, who was standing aside, has been in a state of wandering since the moment he saw Qingtian.

This man was tall and handsome, exuding the coercion of a superior, and his military uniform added a touch of abstinence to him, making one's heart beat faster just by looking at him.

"Johnson?"

"Ah?" Jonson came back to his senses instantly, and looked at Le Tong in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Le Tong repeated what he said just now, "Would you like to have dinner with us?"

"You?" Jonson shifted his gaze to Qingtian, "Does that include him?"

(End of this chapter)