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Chapter 362 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [40]

Jonson quickly returned to normal, speaking in a poor Chinese language, "Young commander is too polite."

Qingtian took a sit-down posture, "Mr. Johnson, please sit down."

Jonson took advantage of the situation and sat on the sofa, with a charming smile on his mouth, looking at Qingtian sitting on his left, "Since I'm already friends with the young marshal, don't be so polite, just call me Jonson. "

Qingtian nodded, "I don't know why Jonson is looking for me?"

Johnson shrugged, "Actually, there's nothing wrong. It's just that I've been walking for a while, and I haven't gone out to play. I just want to ask you and Le Tong to go out together."

Qingtian froze when he heard Le Tong's name, and said after a while, "Le Tong is missing, I guess we can't go out together."

"What?" Jonson stared wide-eyed, looking surprised, "When did this happen?"

"It's been a few days."

"I do not know how?"

It really can't be blamed that Jonson doesn't care about his friends. Since he was admitted to Qingtian's other hospital, he went to the hospital to see Le Tong several times, but every time she wasn't there, he thought Le Tong had something to go out.

And he didn't know where she lived, so it was reasonable that he didn't find out about Le Tong's disappearance.

"This matter is of great importance, and I did not tell anyone about it." Qing Tian looked solemn, "So I would like to ask you to do me a favor."

As long as it was Qingtian's request, he would naturally not refuse it. Jonson agreed without asking what he wanted him to do.

Qingtian's face softened, and he leaned into his ear and explained the plan again.

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Qingzhou Marshal Zhu's Mansion
The stylus of the phonograph crosses the groove, slowly flowing out the wonderful music, floating in every corner of the bedroom.

A middle-aged man was wearing an undershirt lying on a floppy bed. His figure was slightly plump, his face was round, his eyebrows were black and neat, and his thick black mustache hung below his nose. At this moment, he closed his eyes and felt comfortable. Enjoy the services of my aunt.

The right hand wearing the gold ring was placed on his knee, and he was beating to the rhythm of the music intentionally or unintentionally, with a happy smile on his face.

This person is Zhu Yi, Marshal of the Northwest Army.

Suddenly a man in military uniform walked in with his head down, "Marshal, I have something to report."

Zhu Yi waved his hand, and the Eighteenth Aunt who was sitting next to him retracted the hand that was pressing on his temple, and quickly retreated out of the room
When there were only two people left in the room, he slowly opened his eyes, sat up, looked up at him, "Speak."

The soldier raised his head slowly, revealing his true face. If Le Tong was here, he would be surprised that this person turned out to be his teacher Li Yan.

Li Yan handed over the letter, "A letter from Qingtian."

Zhu Yi took the letter and read it quickly. When he finished reading it, he couldn't help laughing, "He even gave up his country for women."

Li Yan just stood aside quietly, and would not ask unnecessary questions, so as to save himself from killing himself.

Four years ago, he sneaked into the Northwest Army as a military adviser and monitored Zhu Yi for the young commander. Although he was a popular person around Zhu Yi, he knew that Zhu Yi did not trust him wholeheartedly, otherwise he would not have taken him behind his back. Le Tong robbed.

In this case, it is natural to be careful with every move, once you make a mistake, you will lose the whole game.

(End of this chapter)