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Chapter 358 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [36]

It was only then that Le Tong remembered that he hadn't introduced him, "Jonson, this is Young Master Qingtian."

Jonson stretched out his hand politely, with a smile on his lips, "Ki Hao, oh Siben Jonson, you can call me Jonson, I am 21 years old, and my hobby is riding horses, we can play together if we have the chance."

Qingtian is also a person who has dealt with foreigners. Seeing Jonson stretching out his hand, he knew that this was the etiquette of their foreigners, but why did he look at him so strangely?But when he took a closer look, he didn't find anything out of the ordinary. Maybe he was thinking too much.

Suppressing the displeasure in his heart, Qingtian stretched out his hand politely, "Hello, Johnson, nice to meet you."

The moment the two of them held hands, I always felt that the atmosphere was slightly different. One smiled charmingly, while the other had a serious face. Even standing next to her, she could feel the strange factor flowing in the air.

Qingtian let go of his hand first, and looked at Le Tong, "Let's go."

Le Tong nodded, took off the stethoscope hanging around his neck, and followed him out.

Johnson followed closely behind.

After leaving the hospital, Le Tong and Qing Tian habitually sat in the back seat.

Jonson wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Zhao Zhixu, "Sir, you sit in the car behind."

Seeing that the co-pilot seat in front was vacant, Johnson said, "I'll sit in the front."

After that, he stepped his foot out.

Zhao Zhixu hurried forward and stopped him.

Johnson looked at him strangely, "Why don't you let me sit in front?"

Zhao Zhixu replied with a smile, "No one can sit in that position except me. This is what the young commander means."

Jonson had heard him call Qingtian the young marshal before, so he naturally knew that the young marshal was Qingtian.

Since it was his intention, then he should sit in the back.

Jonson reluctantly sat in the car behind.

The car drove smoothly on the road.

As soon as Qingtian got into the car, he just sat there without saying a word.

Le Tong was afraid that he might misunderstand the relationship between her and Jonson, so after thinking for a while, he felt that it was necessary to explain to Qingtian, organized his words, and said, "Jonson is my senior in England, and he takes good care of me on weekdays. Today he suddenly came to the hospital to look for me, and I didn't even know it." She turned to look at him solemnly, "But I assure you, he and I are really just friends, nothing else of."

Qingtian didn't speak, but his expression softened, and after a while, he looked sideways at Le Tong, "I see."

Le Tong agreed lightly, and sat back in his original position, with a somewhat disappointed tone.

Seeing her like this, Qingtian brought a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ding~ The favorability of the target person is +5, and the favorability value is now 70."

Neither of them spoke after that.

The car stopped in front of a restaurant.

Le Tong got out of the car, saw that it was a western restaurant, and sighed at Qingtian's carefulness, knowing that Jonson couldn't use chopsticks.

Qingtian seemed to see the meaning in her eyes, and explained, "The visitor is a guest."

Le Tong approached him and whispered, "Thank you."

"Young Marshal, you are so careful, you know that I am not used to Huaxia's chopsticks."

Jonson walked beside them and looked straight at Qingtian.

Qingtian frowned slightly, "Mr. Johnson, you are polite, you are Le Tong's friend, and naturally you are also my friend, you should."

Jonson didn't understand Qingtian's intention, and interpreted his words as "because he is Le Tong's friend, so he also regards him as a friend", looking very happy.

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