Chapter 1047: Life and death depend on each other [Ending Chapter 83]
In the past few days, ships from abroad have been returning to China one after another, but none of them can leave the city of x.
So all he can do is to live well.
"I thought the Japanese army would..." Xu Ang was there, making a simple analysis. Yi Jian sat expressionlessly on his seat, listening calmly, but his thoughts slowly drifted away.
But it was love, and even the documents placed in front of him were all photos of love.
The hometown was destroyed.
Before he left, he only brought out her photo.
He lowered his head and looked at the photos, as if he had not heard Xu Ang's words at all.
"Report to the Marshal..."
A voice came from outside the door.
Xu Ang's words were interrupted, he turned his head, looked at the person, and asked: "What's the matter?"
"The young marshal's wife is here."
Xu Ang was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't believe it.
The young marshal and his wife have gone to England. With Bo Di and the others watching, how can the young marshal and his wife come back?
However, Xu Ang subconsciously went to see Yi Jian. For so many days, no one dared to mention the four words "young marshal's wife" in front of the young marshal, because at the beginning, someone accidentally said these four words.
This word made the young commander lose his temper for a long time!
Xu Ang also knew that these four words would stir up a lot of unrest in Yi Jian's heart.
Yi Jian was originally distracted by staring at Zhong Qing's photo, but when he vaguely heard someone say such words, he faintly raised his eyelids and shot towards the person who came to report the news.
The person who reported the news subconsciously shuddered all over, then looked at the young marshal firmly and said loudly: "Young marshal, the young marshal's wife is here! Waiting outside!"
Xu Ang looked at this man, he didn't look like he was lying. Could it be true?
He subconsciously looked at Yi Jian.
Sure enough, Yi Jian stood up from her seat in a hurry, her fingers trembling a little: "What did you say? Who is here?"
"The young marshal's wife is here!"
Yi Jian didn't move for a long time, just stood there, while Xu Ang took the lead and walked towards the door.
Xu Ang went out and saw Zhong Qing sitting there quietly. Someone had made tea for her to drink.
The exquisite side face, clean and soft, who is it if it is not the young marshal and his wife?
Xu Ang always felt like he was dreaming. He clenched his fist secretly, but found that the palm of his hand really hurt. He walked towards Zhongqing with steps.