Yamamoto Kiyoko just wanted to use the power of the newspaper to tell Zhou Weiguo that she was already here. As for her fiancé, she had never met him, let alone talked about love.
This is just an arranged marriage in the family. Her brother has repeatedly opposed it, but it is useless. She can't help it. She is a victim, a victim abandoned by the family in order to climb up.
No one cares about his life or death, except his brother.
The sadness on the surface does not mean that she is really sad. In her heart, she still feels a certain degree of relaxation and comfort. When she heard that Dong Jiuyi died, she was happy inside. At least she didn't have to marry someone she didn't like at all.
He can even be his own father.
But who knows, I still haven't escaped from such a vicious circle. Even if the person dies, I still have to marry him.
Sometimes, she is completely disappointed with her family.
"That's right." With a slight response, Yamada Kiyoko closed her eyes slightly, showing a trace of disappointment, then raised her hand slightly to signal Sakata to make arrangements.
Once Zhang Qing left and never returned, Zhou Weiguo could only wait alone in this room until nearly twelve o'clock.
When Zhang Qing came back, she saw Zhou Weiguo still sitting in front of the sofa. She blinked and pointed at Zhou Weiguo: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Zhou Weiguo raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Qing, picking up the red wine on the coffee table; "You haven't come back yet, how can I, a guest, have the nerve to sleep."
Phew...
Zhang Qing chuckled twice and came to the sofa to sit down; "You are not worried about me, are you?"
me……
Are you teasing yourself? It's too much. Looking at Zhang Qing's smiling eyes, Zhou Weiguo thought to himself.
However, Zhou Weiguo felt guilty because he was afraid of doing anything wrong to Xiao Ya. After all, he was a very normal man. With such a beautiful woman by his side, it was unreasonable to say that he had no reaction.
.
The eunuch didn't respond.
Ahem...
Using his cough to cover up his embarrassment, Zhou Weiguo raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Qing, changing the subject; "How?"
Zhang Qing sat up straight and took the wine glass from the side; "I agreed, I will go there at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Please prepare yourself and pretend to be my assistant and go there together."
In the afternoon, it’s time to talk.
At around two o'clock, Zhou Weiguo and Zhang Qing stood side by side, came to the soldiers at the THT post and handed over the interview certificate issued by the Japanese Military Police Headquarters.
The soldier strictly compared their IDs before letting them in.
There had already been a reception at the door, and the two of them were taken to a relatively quiet place for modification.
The second lieutenant's politeness and smile allowed the two of them to rest peacefully, and the special envoy would be summoned after finishing the matter.
Seeing such gentleness from the Japanese army, Zhou Weiguo wanted to spit on the ground.
He is like an evil ghost in Jinling. He is pretending to be a gentleman here and his behavior is simply laughable.
"Why are they so polite to us?" Zhang Qing picked up the tea cup and asked Zhou Weiguo who was sitting next to him.
Zhou Weiguo also understood something in his heart.
As the saying goes, a person needs face and a tree needs bark. This interview is with the special envoy, who has connections with the royal family. What is the royal family? The royal family is the relative of the high-ranking gods over there. Naturally, they don’t want a reporter to see that the royal family is not very good.
Such a side.
Therefore, all of this is just a deliberate arrangement.
Of course, this also depends on Zhang Qing’s identity. As a gold medal reporter, Zhang Qing can be regarded as a middle-to-upper-class manpower. A reporter’s words can make you live, and a word can make you die. Although they definitely don’t dare, they still have to
Be careful.
"It's your identity. If you offend anyone, don't offend reporters. Even a three-year-old child knows this. Don't they know that? If you try it with someone else, you can be scared to death with a straight face.
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Zhang Qing made a sound, picked up the tea cup and stopped talking.
After waiting for nearly half an hour, the second lieutenant who just put on the glasses came in again and said to Zhang Qing very respectfully: "Miss Zhang, please, the special envoy is already waiting in the room."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Weiguo, who also stood up, narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively, "Who is this?'
Zhang Qing smiled calmly and pointed at Zhou Weiguo: "My assistant, interviews, are indispensable in some aspects."
Hearing that this person was also very useful, the second lieutenant nodded and led the two of them up the stairs and finally reached the second floor.
The security on the second floor increased significantly. There were actually seven or eight people standing in one corridor, and at the door of the room, there were two soldiers standing guard with 38 rifles in hand.
"Miss Zhang Qing, please come inside. Your Excellency the Special Envoy is already waiting for you." The second lieutenant knocked on the door and waited for an elegant voice to come from inside. Then he opened the door slightly and made a gesture of invitation.
Zhang Qingqi, who nodded politely and said thank you, elegantly lifted up the pale white cheongsam he was wearing and walked in. Zhou Weiguo also nodded and followed Zhang Qing.
As soon as you enter the room, the smell of wine hits your nostrils.
He looked towards the edge of the window. He saw Yamamoto Kiyoko in a casual milky-white kimono and her dark hair spread over her back vest, with her back to him.
This was not the first time he had seen this figure from behind, but many times. He had been a guest at Yamadashima's house and was very familiar with his sister.
This set of clothes was bought by Yamadajima for her twentieth birthday last year.
"How did you learn to drink?"
Zhou Weiguo narrowed his eyes and stared at the slightly exposed wine glass and asked.
She remembered that Yamada Kiyoko didn't drink in the past, and all she drank at several gatherings was tea and milk, but this time.
Zhang Qing stood aside and stared at Zhou Weiguo with eyes as wide as bells.
She didn't understand Zhou Weiguo's meaning at all.
What do you think Zhou Weiguo meant? He and this special envoy knew each other, and their relationship was extremely good.
Otherwise, how would you know that the woman in front of you with a good figure does not drink.
Yamada Kiyoko's soft eyes heard the questioning.
The familiarity of the voice made her stop shaking her wine glass.
Gradually, she turned around and looked at the female reporter who was standing still with a camera in her arms and a man in a black suit.
For a long time, those gentle eyes widened little by little, and what finally showed was a kind of joy.
She pointed at Zhou Weiguo; "Zhou... Mr. Zhou, how...how did you know I'm here?"
Zhou Weiguo signaled her not to get excited and not to attract people from outside. Yamada Kiyoko understood what she was talking about and nodded repeatedly, walked to the door of the room and opened the door; "Get out of here, this is a high-tech department. Do you think anyone dares to come?"
It's embarrassing to assassinate this special envoy here. Tekko is getting more and more stupid in its work. Get out of here."
