Chapter 1011: Life and death depend on each other [Ending 46]
She desperately tried to swallow back her tears. She never wanted to cry for him again...
Xu Ang's expression was still complicated. He silently followed the young commander's words and went to pack his things.
Yi Jian just leaned against the wall calmly. With her presence within the wall, they only had a few hours left to be together, but this was the situation.
At ten o'clock, Xu Anglai knocked on the door: "Madam, young marshal, are you ready? We should set off..."
The room was very quiet, no sound came out.
Outside the window, it was already raining lightly.
Because it is late at night and the sky is cloudy, today's night seems heavier than usual.
Xu Ang did not enter the house, but stood outside the door, walking back and forth. A servant had already picked up the young marshal's wife's things and put them into the car.
The young marshal was in the study and did not come out.
The atmosphere in the hometown is particularly dull.
At half past ten, the door was finally opened. Zhongqing didn't take anything, but stood quietly in front of Xu Ang.
Xu Ang looked at Zhongqing and hesitated to speak: "The young marshal is next door... Do you want to go..."
However, Zhong Qing seemed to have not heard Xu Ang's words at all. She turned around and walked to the stairs. Holding on to the handrail of the stairs, she walked down step by step with elegant and enchanting steps.
Her expression was so calm and calm.
Xu Ang sighed, turned around, knocked on the study door, and said silently: "Young Marshal, the Young Marshal's wife is leaving..."
The house is very quiet.
No words were revealed.
Xu Ang turned around and followed the young marshal's wife down.
The second floor of Nuoda was completely quiet.
Zhongqing got into the car, and Xu Ang didn't know what the follower gave him. It took a long time before he rushed over and got in the car.
The car started, turned around, and drove slowly towards the gate of the hometown.
But that man never took a step forward. He sat quietly on the sofa in the study room of his hometown, with indifferent eyes and expression, like a statue.