Author: Little Instructor

It's completely different.

Yamamoto Kiyoko just wanted to use the power of the newspaper to tell Zhou Weiguo that he had just come here, and that as for his fiancé, he had never seen him, let alone love.

This is just an arranged marriage at home. Her brother repeatedly objected, and it was useless. She was involuntarily. She was a victim, a victim who was abandoned by the family in order to climb up.

No one cares about his life or death, except his brother.

The surface grief does not mean that she is really sad. She still has a certain degree of relaxation and comfort in her heart. When she heard that Dongjiu died, she was happy inside, at least she didn't have to marry someone who didn't like it at all and could even be her father.

But who knows that I have never escaped such a vicious circle. Even if the person dies, I still have to marry him.

Sometimes, she is already extremely disappointed with her home.

"That's right." A slight response was heard, Yamada Kiyoko closed her eyes slightly and showed a hint of disappointment. She raised her hand slightly to signal Sakata to make arrangements.

Zhang Qing was gone and never returned. Zhou Weiguo could only wait in this room alone, waiting until almost twelve o'clock.

When Zhang Qing came back, he saw Zhou Weiguo still sitting in front of the sofa. She blinked and pointed to Zhou Weiguo next time; "Why haven't you been asleep yet?"

Zhou Weiguo looked up at Zhang Qing and picked up the red wine placed on the coffee table; "You haven't even come back, how can I, a guest, have the nerve to sleep?"

Puchi...

Princess Zhang Qing laughed and came to the sofa to sit down; "You are not worried about me, are you?"

I...I...

This is teasing myself, it is too much. Looking at Zhang Qing's smiling eyes, Zhou Weiguo thought to himself.

However, the face that approached me and didn't plan to leave, Zhou Weiguo felt guilty and was afraid of doing something that would be sorry for Xiao Ya. After all, he was a very normal man. Such a beautiful woman was by his side, and it was somewhat unreasonable to say that he had no reaction.

The eunuch didn't respond.

Ahem...

Using the cough to cover up the embarrassment, Zhou Weiguo raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Qing and changed the subject; "How?"

Zhang Qing sat upright and took the wine glass from the side; "I agree, I'll go there at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, you can prepare it, pretend to be my assistant and go there together."

In the afternoon, I just say it.

At around two o'clock, Zhou Weiguo and Zhang Qing stood side by side and came to the soldiers appointed by the TXK outpost to the ground. The interview certificate issued by the Japanese military police headquarters was on the ground.

The soldier strictly compared the two's IDs and then let them in.

They had been receiving the two at the door long ago, and they brought the two into a relatively quiet place to decorate.

The second lieutenant officer was kind and smiled, so that the two of them could rest with peace of mind. The envoy would summon him after he had finished handling the matter.

Zhou Weiguo wanted to spit on the ground with such gentleness as the Japanese army.

In Jinling, it’s like an evil ghost. It’s just a gentleman pretending to be like this. Its behaviors are simply funny.

"How could they be so polite to us?" Zhang Qing picked up the teacup with some confusion and asked Zhou Weiguo sitting next to him.

Zhou Weiguo could understand a little bit in his heart.

As the saying goes, people need shame, trees need bark. This time they interviewed the special envoy, which is related to the royal family. What is the royal family? The royal family is a relative of the gods over there. Naturally, they don’t want a reporter to see the bad side of the royal family.

Therefore, all of this is just a deliberate arrangement.

Of course, this depends on Zhang Qing's identity. As a gold medal reporter, Zhang Qing is also a middle-class manpower. A reporter can make you live and a single word can make you die. Although they are sure that they dare not, they should be careful.

"Your identity is, don't offend anyone, no matter who offends journalists, even three-year-old children know this. Don't they know it? If you come here to try it, you can scare you to death with a stern face."

Zhang Qing said with a voice and picked up the teacup and stopped talking.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, the second lieutenant who had just put on his eyes walked in again and said respectfully to Zhang Qing; "Miss Zhang, please, the Special Envoy, you are already waiting in the room."

After he said that, he looked at Zhou Weiguo, who was also standing up, narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively, "Is this one?"

Zhang Qing's smile calmly pointed to Weiguo next week; "My assistant, interview, is indispensable in some aspects."

Heard that this person was very useful, the lieutenant nodded and took the two of them up the stairs, and finally arrived at the second floor.

The second floor was significantly more alert, and seven or eight people were standing in a corridor. At the door of the room, there were two soldiers who stood as guards who held 38 rifles.

"Please please in Miss Zhang Qing, the special envoy is waiting for you." The lieutenant knocked on the door and waited for a gentle voice to come from inside, and then he opened the door slightly to make an invitation.

Zhang Qing7, who nodded politely and said thank you, gracefully lifted the pale white cheongsam he was wearing and walked in. Zhou Weiguo also nodded and followed Zhang Qing.

As soon as I entered the room, the smell of wine came to my nose.

He looked to the edge of the window, and saw a casual milky white kimono, dark hair spread on his vest, Yamamoto Kiyoko turned her back to him.

This is not the first time he has seen this back, but many times. He has visited Yamadashima's house and is very familiar with his sister.

This set of clothes was bought by Yamadashima last year on her 20th birthday.

"Why did you learn to drink?"

Zhou Weiguo narrowed his eyes and stared at the slightly exposed wine glass and asked.

She remembered that in the past, Kiyoko Yamada did not drink alcohol. At several parties, she drank tea and milk, but this time.

Zhang Qing stared at Zhou Weiguo with his eyes wide open like a bell.

She had no idea what Zhou Weiguo meant at all.

How could I listen to Zhou Weiguo’s meaning? He knew this special envoy, and the relationship was so good.

Otherwise, how could you know that the woman with a good figure in front of you doesn’t drink.

Yamada Kiyokomoto's soft eyes were hearing the inquiry.

The familiarity of the sound made her shaking wine glass stop.

Gradually, she turned around and looked at the female reporter, the man in a black suit standing in her arms, wearing a camera in her arms.

After a long time, those pair of gentle eyes widened little by little, but in the end it showed a kind of joy.

She stretched out her finger and pointed to the next Zhou Weiguo; "Zhou...Zhou Jun, why...How do you know I'm here?"

Zhou Weiguo told her not to be excited and not to attract people outside. Yamada Kiyoko understood something and nodded repeatedly to the door and opened the door. "Removal of everyone, this is TX. Do you still think anyone dares to come here to assassinate this envoy? It's embarrassing. TX.K. is getting more and more messy in doing business. Get out of here."

(End of this chapter)
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