Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Chapter 12

12.

The people who came came from a team. See the net

Unable to determine Mo Shangjun's identity, he rushed over to confirm, but the result was still a step slower.

After Yan Tianxing got on the helicopter, he did not tell Mo Shangyun about it.

The helicopter had a lot of space. Mo Shangjun casually found a place to sit down. At this moment, he was staring boredly at the gate. When he came up, he lifted his eyelids and wondered what to think.

Yan Tianxing walked over and sat down beside her.

After a while, it was found that Mo Shangyun was motionless and the cabin door was closed, but her eyes were still there.

"Finished?" Yan Tianxing handed her a piece of chocolate.

Mo Shangyun gave him a look.

Take the chocolate, break it, tear open the package, and say lightly: "Think."

After eating a small piece of chocolate, Mo Shangyun threw it back again.

"Thinking about it?" Yan Tianxing asked in a smooth manner.

After a pause, Mo Shangyun briefly said: "Training."

Yan Tianxing: "..."

Before going back, he started to enter the state.

Mo Shangyun did not disclose too much to Yan Tianxing about his company's training.

Furthermore, the training of special forces is not the same as the training of ordinary companies. A lot of their regular training is put into ordinary companies, which is simply shocking.

Mo Shangjun asked the pilot for paper and pen.

Along the way, I was writing and drawing.

Yan Tianxing was close to her, inadvertently glanced at her, and saw that she wrote "first day-seventh day", then crossed out "seven" and wrote a "three."

It's really cruel enough.

As a result, Yan Tianxing began to think about the possibility of "making Mo Shangyun an instructor" as Mu Cheng said.

*

The helicopter flew for an hour and a half.

Arrived smoothly.

It was just a way to send ink to Jun, Yan Tianxing did not come here naturally, the two parted ways.

"Goodbye."

Zhao Yantian Xing said, Mo Shangyun collected the paper, stood up, and returned the pen.

Yan Tianxing lazily looked at her.

Slowly put on the rappelling gloves, Mo Shangyun stood at the door of the cabin, and glanced down inadvertently.

The helicopter hovered over the playground of Erlian, and the propeller caused huge waves over the sky, but the people below not only did not spread out, but swarmed towards this side.

Here, it is not as icy and snowy as the capital, there is no white snow, and there is no cold wind. The afternoon sun is looming high in the sky, and the weather has improved a lot.

Mo Shangjun grabbed the rope and slid down professionally.

Stable landing.

Loosen the rope, she looked up and gestured to the pilot.

The other party immediately took the rope and flew away.

"Mo Fulian!"

"Fu Lian, you are back!"

"Commander, Happy New Year! We miss you!"

Mo Shangjun's kung fu picking up the gloves, the group of two stunned men came around immediately.

Looking away, no one dared to get too close, but all expressions were full of excitement and joy. Compared with previous attitudes, it was almost two extremes.

Putting the gloves back in his pocket, Mo Yunyun smiled and asked them kindly, "Are you idle?"

Five days away, not five months. Who should they show their sincere and sincere appearance?

"This... this is not to welcome you!"

"Yes, yes, you have to come back, don't say it early, otherwise we will call the entire company in advance to meet!"

"Yeah, that scene is definitely enough! Give you a long face!"

...

A group of people immediately showed their sincerity, depicting the magnificent and magnificent picture in their imagination.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Mo Shangyun slowly pulled out a black whistle from his pocket.

Seeing the whistle in her hand, the wise men shut their mouths in a funny way, and secretly took two steps back, separated by a distance.

"Beep--"

The whistle sounded once.

In an instant, all the noisy sounds were suppressed, and when the short, harsh whistle fell, everyone shut their mouths immediately.

The ears are finally quiet.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, swept his gaze, and finally stopped at the shadow of the whistle rushing towards here.

"Li Liang!" Mo Shangyun raised his voice and shouted.

"To!"

Approaching Li Liang, he suddenly heard a familiar shout, and Leng Bing was taken aback. He subconsciously responded forcefully.

When the reaction came over, all the sight here fell on him.

Through the crowd, Li Liang saw a lot of worries, hints of sight, and what they hadn't seen in a few days—Vice Commander Mo Shangjun.

Li Liang only felt that the pressure was high and his steps were stopped, so he did not dare to move forward.

"come."

Lazyly speaking, Mo Shangyun lowered his head slightly and wrapped the black rope with his whistle around his left palm.

After a pause, Li Liang shouted desperately, "Yes!"

Following closely, trotting over.

People around him bypassed a trail for him.

However, everyone was giving him his eyes, his eyebrows twitching, obviously suggesting something.

Li Liang was under great psychological pressure and walked toward Mo Shangyun step by step. The atmosphere was so tense by them that he even had the illusion of "going to infernal hell".

"You..." Mo Shangyun glanced at them obliquely, with a commanding tone in his lazy tone, "Scattered."

Finished...

Can't hide it.

Everyone wailed in their hearts.

Feeling extremely distrustful, Li Liang: "..."

With Mo Shangjun's order, they did not dare to stay in place for a long time, so they walked back step by step three times. In that posture, they really missed Mo Shangyun the same way.

"I'm not in these days, what happened?" Mo Shangyun looked directly at Li Liang and asked straight into the subject.

"Report!" Li Liang stood upright immediately, and his figure was straight, and he answered with one glance. "The first day you go, we train, eat, and sleep as planned. The next day you go, we still train as planned. , Eat, sleep. On the third day you go, we train and eat according to plan during the day, and collectively organize dumplings to watch the Spring Festival Evening in the evening..."

Frowning at the eyebrows, Mo Shangyun smiled at him, and then stared at him with a smile, letting him finish the process of each day.

Li Liang was hairy in her laughing heart.

However, in order not to disappoint the ardent glances from all directions, he still insisted on his "detailed explanation", daringly speaking about the tug-of-war competition that was successfully carried out this morning, and an unharmed lunch.

In the end, by the way, he expressed sincerely that during the New Year in the cooking class, food was improved, and even the two collective soldiers expressed their satisfaction.

Mo Shangjun listened all the way through.

Li Liang, who had been waiting for her to be angry, sweated in the palm of her hand after speaking.

Purely nervous.

His answer is tantamount to death.

I never thought that after Mo Shangjun listened, he held his arms in his arms and looked at him quietly, staring at him with cold sweat behind him, and then said lightly: "Playground, five laps."

"...Report!" Li Liang shouted hesitantly.

"Say."

"reason!"

Li Liang looked at her calmly.

"As a platoon leader, I don't even have the ability to summarize," Mo Shangyun's voice gradually sank, raising his eyebrows and asking, "You said, do you want to run?"

"...Yes!" Li Liang was irrefutable.

"After half an hour, come to the office to find me."

"Yes!"

Li Liang responded affirmatively.

Obviously, Mo Shangyun is staring at him alone. Instead of distracting and asking others, it is better to hang him in public.

As for the result, either he died or she gave up halfway.

Seeing Mo Shangyun leave, Li Liang silently made preparations for "death carrying".

*

Leaving the playground, Mo Shangyun walked to the office building.

On the way, I saw people from Erlian, most of them turned away from her, and a few asked "Happy New Year" to her, and then quickly disappeared.

Absolutely strange.

What she didn't know was-

In a small conference hall in the office building, some of the backbone of each row is gathered at the moment. Outside the door are the two sentry guards waiting. The door is holding an emergency meeting for Mo Shangyun.

"Isn't the commander-in-chief staring at the vice company all the time to find out when she will return? Why is there no news at all?"

"She didn't bring her cell phone, and the company commander couldn't reach her. Someone who had planned to leave for a week, somehow, came back so quickly."

"Then what should we do, we have to delay one day tomorrow."

"Everyone is calm and calm. Everyone thinks of a way. It is better to hold her back."

"Li platoon leader was picked up by her for questioning. I don't know if Li platoon leader can hold it... If it is me, it is estimated that she was really recruited by glaring at her."

"Li platoon leader has been with her, should not be so counseling, he is, he will not lie."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence.

There was a pause of ten seconds.

Finally, Zhang Zheng clapped the table, "Don't stop pestering, hurry up and discuss!"

As a result, a group of people began to talk about it again and again.

at the same time--

Mo Shangyun, who arrived at the Suban Building, just wanted to go up the stairs. He accidentally heard a subtle sound at the corner of the corridor, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he strode toward meteor stride over there.