Tang Manru was indeed ill, but it was not enough for Xibao to take care of her. She tricked Xibao into coming back for a blind date.

But Xibao didn't realize this until he saw the other party.

Tang Manru knew Xibao's temper very well, and told Xibao on the phone that she must wait for her to send someone to pick him up. As a result, the group of them waited at the train station for a quarter of an hour, but two cars came.

A six-cylinder Buick, the same as Xibao's car, first took Wen Zhongjun, Xiaoya and the others back to Xibao's home while saluting.

The other car, Xibao, has never been seen in China, and it looks far more luxurious than other cars at first glance. There is also a little golden man with wings spread out on the front of the car.

If she hadn't recognized Tang Manru's driver, she wouldn't have dared to get in the car.

"It seems that Mr. Song has done a good job as finance minister. I haven't been back for only two years. Can my family afford such a luxurious car?"

It was also the first time for the driver to drive such a luxurious car. He was extremely nervous. He only smiled at Xibao in the rearview mirror and did not dare to speak at all.

It wasn't until Xibao discovered that the route was not to go back to her home that he hesitated and said, "My wife has arranged a reception banquet for you and asked me to take you there directly."

"oh."

This was Tang Manru's style, but Xibao quickly smiled and said, "Then you should tell Mr. Wen in advance. Aunt Tang knows him well and won't mind if he dines together."

The driver was so nervous that he only glanced at Xibao and said nothing.

However, this driver always talked little, so Xibao didn't think much about it. He was thinking about how to make Tang Manru relax when he saw her later.

After all, the newspapers haven't said anything good about her in the past six months.

The driver drove the Little Golden Man and drove Xibao to a high-end hotel in Hongkou. He got off the car and came to Xibao's side and opened the door for her.

"Boss Liu, Madam is waiting inside, please go up by yourself."

Xibao looked at the hotel. Foreigners were coming in and out from time to time. He frowned and said, "You didn't mean to pick me up, so why are you here in a place like this?"

The driver then explained: "The restaurant on the first floor here is very famous. Many local celebrities come to dine here. My wife also spent a lot of effort to reserve a table."

After the driver finished speaking, he waved to the doorman. The doorman came up and asked about their identities. The driver reported Tang Manru's identity, and the doorman enthusiastically ushered Xibao in.

The seat we reserved is at the corner of the stairs. Because it is blocked by the stairs, it forms a semi-open small private room, which isolates a lot of noise and is very suitable for meetings.

But when Xibao arrived, there was no one on the seat. It was not like what the driver said, but Tang Manru was waiting for her inside.

"Hello, where is my date?"

The doorman could speak simple Chinese and replied with a smile: "We will go and notify you right away, and we will be down in a moment."

Xibao saw him quickly walking to the service desk and making a phone call. He would look towards her from time to time, as if he was describing her clothes.

Xibao was secretly wondering why Tang Manru had to stay in a hotel here instead of leaving a good home.

Could it be that Song Xingmin did something sorry for her and made her unhappy?

Xibao quickly gave up this idea. Song Xingmin and Tang Manru were childhood sweethearts and had a close relationship. Moreover, he was very afraid of Tang Manru. Even if he made some mistake and made Tang Manru unhappy, it was Song Xingmin who should stay in the hotel instead of Tang Manru.

While she was thinking about it, there was a regular sound coming down the stairs, like the soles of leather boots hitting the wooden stairs.

Boom--boom--boom--

Because Xibao was very close to the stairs, he could hear every sound very clearly.

Soon, as the voice disappeared, a long-haired man wearing a white shirt, overalls, and military boots stood in front of Xibao.

It is worth noting that it is not the long hair that the men in the previous dynasty had, but slightly curly hair that reaches above the shoulders.

Xibao was very sure that this man was definitely not Chinese because his shirt collar was unbuttoned and even half of his collarbone was exposed.

Chinese men would never dress like this.

"Sorry sir, if you understand Chinese, someone has already booked this place. Please go look elsewhere."

Xibao felt that her tone was quite restrained and polite. After all, Xibao really didn't like the atmosphere here. Everyone spoke in a gibberish language, but she couldn't understand a word of it.

This feeling is really bad.

"Liu Xibao?"

The man suddenly spoke in Chinese.

"You look better than in the photo."

As he spoke, he suddenly sat down opposite Xibao, and even made a gesture to ask the waiter to bring the menu.

Someone immediately brought him a menu and bowed respectfully to him.

"Mr. Li, it's my pleasure to serve you."

However, Xibao only felt that it was baffling. She didn't even realize that this person was her blind date at the first time. She only thought that he was an unknown theater fan.

After all, although her face has not appeared in Shanghai for three years, it is not difficult for any theater fan to recognize her.

So she began to protest to the waiter: "I'm sorry, I think we decided on this seat first. You should ask him to change seats instead of ordering for him."

The waiter didn't understand much Chinese, so he only smiled at Xibao.

The gentleman named Li had already ordered the meal skillfully and sent the waiter away.

"This is a hotel where members of the American consulate are stationed, and the waiters are all Americans. Their Chinese is not good, so you don't have to waste your efforts.

Of course, if you are willing to listen to what I have to say, I can answer your questions."

Xibao had already guessed something, and after muttering a few words to Tang Manru in his heart, he leaned back slightly and pretended to be listening.

After all, this fake foreign devil blocked the only way out as soon as he got in. Even if she wanted to leave now, she couldn't get out.

It is better to understand your situation first.

The man's reaction to Xibao was very surprising.

"Mrs. Song is indeed right. You are a very different woman. I think you have already seen it. We were arranged to go on a blind date.

Since your identity is already known to everyone, let me introduce myself first."

The man said, sitting up a little straighter, and said: "My name is Mike Lee, and I am an American. You must be curious about why I have a Chinese face. Yes, my grandfather and grandmother are both Chinese. They were

I was sent there as a laborer, and then my father met my mother, who was also from China, and gave birth to such a lovely me..."

This is a very long story. The general content is that although Mr. Li has Chinese blood in his body, he is born with an American identity.

During World War I, he accidentally joined the war and made military exploits, which changed his humble fate. Now he was sent to China as a diplomatic consul and became a master.

Mr. Li also expressed his intentions very openly and honestly, "I heard from Mrs. Song that you need protection, and we also very much need a very influential partner who can help us promote the idea of ​​peace. If we can get married, I believe that no matter what the relationship is,
Chapter completed!