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as soon as Yang Zimei got back to the door, a military Land Rover drove by with great speed.
She recognized that it was Luo Yinghao's car and stopped pushing the door in.
"Sister, there is a strong smell of strangers." Xiaoqian's voice was heard.
Is it Jiang Ziliang coming?
Thinking of the old apprentice, who was much older than herself and was still a strong Young Marshal, she was a little nervous. She stood at her waist in a hurry, and her face became more solemn. She was ready to pretend to be a human teacher.
The car stopped in front of her.
Luo Yinghao is not as tall and strong as the dragon day by day. A standard Chinese character face has both the special cold and hard atmosphere of soldiers and the elegance of Confucian culture education since childhood.
His eyes are especially impressive, not big, but it makes people feel that the tiger is powerful. There is endless energy and excitement in it, as well as a kind of inherent dignity.
This Is he his apprentice?
Yang Zimei bit her lower lip a little tangled.
She was worried that if such a person called her master, she would lose her life or something.
Jiang Ziliang is also looking at her --
just like the picture Luo Yinghao sent him, she is small and delicate, with big Obsidian eyes, which is brighter than the stars he sees under the night sky in Tibet.
This is the master that Zuye found for him!
Thinking of this, he quickly stepped forward and solemnly saluted Yang Zimei, who was still tangled: "disciple Jiang Ziliang has met master!"
"This..."
Yang Zimei is a little chatty.
"Master --"
Jiang Ziliang once again solemnly called out, "please forgive me for your delay in coming to see you!"
"Well, it's OK, it's OK!"
Yang Zimei quickly waved his hand, "it's OK not to see you."
"Master --"
Jiang Ziliang's face changed slightly, "you don't want me as an apprentice?"
"This..."
Yang Zimei was nervous.
She really did not know how to face the apprentice Jiang Ziliang. She felt embarrassed and at a loss.
Luo Yinghao thought that he would feel funny to see Jiang Ziliang calling Yang Zimei his master.
However, seeing that Jiang Ziliang's face was so serious and pious that he looked like a pupil who had just worshipped his master, he couldn't laugh any more.
He also saw Yang Zimei's embarrassment, and hurriedly said to Jiang Ziliang, "Young Marshal Jiang, the grandfather is still waiting in the house."
Jiang Ziliang nodded and respectfully said to Yang Zimei, "master, let the disciples help you carry things and push the children."
Seeing that the apprentice showed filial piety as soon as he came to the door, Yang Zimei gave him the baby goods and cart he had bought.
Seeing him wearing a military uniform, carrying a large bag of diaper milk powder in one hand and pushing a baby carriage in the other hand, Yang Zimei suddenly felt very funny.
She turned to look at Luo Yinghao.
Luo Yinghao quietly spat out his tongue at her.
"Master, please go ahead."
Jiang Ziliang stood aside and said to Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei had to walk in front of him empty handed, while Jiang Ziliang pushed the baby carriage in the back.
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