Cannon Fodder Counterattack: BOSS, you follow me

Chapter 121 Aunt Zhao, a Martial Arts Master

She put the noodles on the table and said to Lan Ling: "The noodles are on the table, I'll clean up the bedroom, you eat by yourself."

After Aunt Zhao approached the bedroom, she didn't start tidying up the room. She looked out the window towards the garage with a dignified expression.

Lan Ling's words hit her head hard. The man was from the base just now. Looking at his aura, he could guess that Si Bingchuan's military rank is probably not low.

It's just that they have guarded Lan Ling for so many years, and now she has something to do with people in the army, and I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

After thinking about it, Aunt Zhao decided to call and ask.

"Du—hey, old lady, what's the matter?" Uncle Zhao's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Is there something wrong with that man just now? Is Lan Ling okay?"

"It's okay, don't worry, but the old man, that young man came from the base." Aunt Zhao's tone was a bit heavy.

The next moment, as if to ease the heavy atmosphere, Aunt Zhao said cheerfully:
"There is also good news that our Ye Baobao should have stepped out of Ren Yixuan's shadow, and it's all thanks to that young man!"

After Aunt Zhao finished speaking, Uncle Zhao didn't answer the call immediately. Aunt Zhao's hand holding the phone was tight, and her smiling face was slightly cracked.

The atmosphere at this time seemed a little awkward.

After a long time, Uncle Zhao finally said: "You are not afraid, this kid will become the next Ren Yixuan? After all, they all came out of the base, they all knew Lan Ling somehow, maybe they are all that person people around me."

Uncle Zhao paused, and said: "That person", his clenched fingers turned white. He took a deep breath and continued:
"Old lady, we have to guard against it. Such a similar experience, but people are different, so it's not guaranteed, this time is also a calculation."

"Pa-ta--" Aunt Zhao's hand holding the phone suddenly trembled, and the phone was about to fall through the gap.

Seeing that a good phone is about to make intimate contact with the earth, Aunt Zhao quickly made a move and caught the phone in an indescribable gesture.

After Aunt Zhao finished this set of clear and flowing movements, she wiped the thin sweat from her forehead, continued to pick up her mobile phone and said to Uncle Zhao out of breath:

"Probably not. I think that child is kind-hearted. Besides, that person can really bear to hurt Lan Ling's heart again and again?"

Uncle Zhao seemed much calmer. He listened to Aunt Zhao's guess calmly, and finally pondered for a while and said:
"Don't you forget how Lan Ling's mother died? But now only we know about that matter, and the ice boy probably won't know."

"Ah."

"Aunt Zhao—come and see!" Lan Ling's surprised voice, as if she had discovered a treasure outside, reached the ears of the two of them.

Aunt Zhao smiled speechlessly, and said to the phone, "Then I'll go out first."

As soon as she opened the bedroom, she saw Lan Ling rushing into her arms.

Holding a crumpled letter paper in his hand, he sent it to Aunt Zhao like a treasure offering.

"Look, Aunt Zhao, the signature on it is actually the name of our country's only marshal, Ye Mingchuan!"

Aunt Zhao's heart "thumped", and she regretted uncomfortably, why didn't she keep the envelope with her!Now……

(End of this chapter)