Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Fan Hanyi hesitated...

The unwillingness of all the three companies was like a heavy burden on his shoulder.

As the saying goes, "The soldiers counsel one, and counsel one nest." As the company commander of Sanlian, he should have given him support. Even if there is something wrong with Sanlian, he should not be allowed to read jokes. .

However, Mo Shangyun's oppression also left him no other choice.

Right now, riding a tiger is difficult.

He must make a choice.

Thinking over and over again, a moment later, Fan Hanyi narrowed his eyebrows slightly, his voice sinking, "OK, we lost this time, and we will wait until next time we have a chance."

"That's trouble."

Mo Shangjun nodded in good faith.

The relationship between Erlian and Sanlian followed this matter and came to an end.

Anyway, Erlian's face is back.

Fan Hanyi turned black as coke, turned around, saw three unwilling companies with unsatisfied faces, waved his hand, "Let's go."

"Company--" Someone called him in disapproval.

"go!"

Drinking coldly, Fan Hanyi blocked his words back.

He took the lead and left first.

Soon, the soldiers of the three companies stared at each other, even though there were thousands of unwillingness and unwillingness, but under the command of the company commander, they had to hold back in their hearts.

After hesitating for a while, he stared at each of them for a few times before holding the gun, carrying the helmet, and leaving with a disgraced face.

at the same time--

"Mo Fulian, you are so handsome to fly anytime and anywhere!"

"It is worthy of our Mo Fulian. In three or two sentences, Sanlian said nothing. The skill of this language attack is increasing day by day."

"Mo Fulian, where did you go last night, what happened to your hand, serious or not? Are there any other injuries?"

...

As soon as the three-stranded people left, the two-stranded people gathered around Moshangjun.

Mo Shangyun heard their praise, flattery, and worry, and moved his brow slightly, didn't care, and looked down at the watch worn on his wrist.

After eight minutes, there are still two minutes.

There is no time.

"Zhang Zheng!" Mo Shangyun said loudly.

"To!"

Zhang Zhengkang's powerful voice sounded in the crowd.

Gradually, the noise stopped.

Mo Shangyun swept the people around his eyes and continued: "Li Liang!"

"To!"

"Lin Qi!"

"To!"

Are there.

Raised his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun turned around and walked out of the crowd, "Come with me."

The others were unclear, but they all gave way to her.

Mo Shangjun walked a distance and stopped, followed by three platoon leaders.

She took a minute to explain the next three things to the three of them.

1. Next to her actions, she will not participate.

2. Avoid conflicts with one another.

3. If possible, march at night and rush to your destination as soon as possible.

After listening, the three companies were full of doubts, but Mo Shangyun didn't even give them a chance to ask. After throwing a look, they shut their mouths together.

If you think about it carefully, you can guess that something must have happened to Mo Shangyun.

It disappeared at night, was sent down by a helicopter, and was wounded...

They can guess something vaguely, but they dare not guess wildly.

After all the explanations were completed, there was one minute left, and Mo Shangyun did not continue to delay, waved his hand, and left.

The three long rows looked at each other.

The entire Erlian face was stupefied.

Their pillars, just like that?

They were a little bit reluctant, but they dared not say it, nor did they dare to stop Mo Shangyun.

First, she was afraid of being joked by her.

The second is... they don't know her specific injury, but the blood-stained bandage on her right hand should be very badly wounded, so she shouldn't leave her.

*

ten minutes.

Mo Shangyun got on the helicopter on time.

When landing, Yan Tian Xing pressed the stopwatch.

9:59.

When Mo Shangyun passed by him, he accidentally glanced at him, and happened to glance at the stopwatch in his hand.

Did you really time her?

I already knew... It was better to come up two seconds later.

Yan Tianxing calmly withdrew the stopwatch and glanced at her right hand, the expression was quite sympathetic, "Does your hand hurt?"

The angle of the helicopter is just right, and the positions of the two groups of people below are also very empty. With a pair of telescopes, what Mo Shangjun did below, he can see clearly.

The wound on the back of her right hand, the skin was fleshy, and just wrapped up, she grabbed the rifle and fired it three times.

Yan Tianxing stared at the bandage on her left hand.

The bandage was tied for several layers, but the blood stains were infiltrating and spreading, clearly visible.

Therefore, the gloom between the eyebrows is even more slight.

Then have the leisure to succeed, why not care about the wasted bandage?

"No pain."

Mo Shangyun moved his right hand, and the answer was light and calm.

Yan Tianxing raised his eyes slightly and praised quietly, "Great."

"general."

Nodded his head, Mo Shangyun appropriately expressed humility.

Yan Tianxing's eyes cooled a bit.

Mo Shangyun didn't see it, he touched his nose and sat back safely.

Even if it hurts, it is also her suffering. Who is he staring at?

Mo Shangjun was not in a good mood, but when he saw that his attitude was not good, he was even more upset. After taking off his coat and throwing it to him, he was too lazy to look at him again.

Yan Tianxing caught his coat, but did not get angry, glanced at the military doctor watching on the side, and instructed him to hurry up and wrap up Mo Shangyun.

The military doctor realized that he quickly hurried over, and he was really not idle.

Ten minutes later, Mo Shangyun returned to liberation. The wounds on his right hand and shoulder split open again. As soon as the bandages were loosened, the blood was dripping.

No anesthetics, no painkillers, how much pain?

Carefully glanced at Yun Jun, noticing her pale face with pain, the medical doctor shivered, and started to be as light as possible.

Ugh.

His daughter is so big. If his daughter suffered such injuries from outside, she would have to pretend to be calm if she didn't hurt. If he didn't say anything, he would die.

Yan Tian Xing silently looked across from him.

Even if the soldier he brought, those big men with strong flesh and blood, if they were injured by the degree of Mo Shangyun, even if they didn’t hurt so much, they wouldn’t be able to wait for treatment calmly, and those with weak endurance will find opportunities to divert attention Powerful, strong endurance, at least will frown.

Like Mo Shangyun, who behaved as if he was not his own, or had no pain, Yan Tianxing also saw him for the first time.

Is tolerable.

But I don't know, the crying child has milk.

A few are.

Yan Tianxing tilted his head and looked at the two men who were put on the stretcher to rescue them.

There was no opinion from the military doctors for ten minutes here because--

The two men were not in danger for a short time.

Although the injury was very serious, there was no damage to the vital parts. At most, there were multiple scars and excessive blood loss, and there were no other major problems.

In other words, when Mo Shangjun started in the later period, although ruthless enough, he didn't go to their dead points, and started her attack. When the two were relatively sober, they barely blocked it.

It must have been halfway through, and suddenly calmed down and changed the idea of ​​removing them.

It's just that Yan Tianxing has no way of knowing how Mo Shangyun's mental changes have changed.

He couldn't ask, nor could anyone else.

*

After half an hour.

The helicopter was parked on the top floor of the military hospital.

Hearing that there were three injured, the hospital prepared three stretchers, but the two men were carried down, and Mo Shangyun went down.

With her body covered with injuries, she got out of the helicopter unhurriedly, and then calmly followed the doctor into the hospital building. It took an hour to deal with all the other injuries on her body, and then was assigned to the single room. Hang bit by bit.

Mo Shangyun is bored.

Even bored to count the leaves visible outside the window.

Her ward was on the third floor. Through narrow windows, she could barely see half of the sky, a building, and the branches that obliquely blocked the small half of the window.

A row of camphor trees planted downstairs, the leaves grow lush, the sun is soft outside, poured on the gray-green leaves, scorching and bright, the light refracted in, quite dazzling.

She looked at the window from various angles. At different angles, the number of leaves appearing in her field of view was different.

Keep your eyes fixed on your eyes, then close your eyes and recall the number of leaves you saw.

The word count is close, but there are always errors.

Therefore, repeated attempts and repeated failures.

After trying to get a little tired in the eyes, Mo Shangyun admitted that the task was a bit difficult. Lazy to withdraw his gaze, yawned, carried the bottle to the bed, and planned to sleep for two hours.

After all, it's not an iron body. No matter how she can stand, she needs a rest.

Ran--

Yan Tianxing came in at this time.

With a knock, he knocked on the door and pushed straight in.

At that time, Mo Shangyun was standing by the bed hanging the medicine bottle. She hurt her right hand and left arm. The right hand was wrapped in bandages like a dumpling. The needle on the back of her left hand was dripping, and she was using a dumpling at the moment. Holding the medicine bottle in his right hand and hanging it up, the movement is unambiguous at all.

Yan Tianxing glanced inside, but he was stunned for a moment.

At that moment, really hope was an illusion.

It hurts like this, and it still works, why not just kill her?

However, Mo Shangyun was uncomfortably calm. After glancing at him, he hung the medicine bottle, and then sat on the bed without any hassle. He lifted off his slippers when he lifted his legs and laid it on the bed.

"what's up?"

She leaned against the pillow behind her and asked him lazily.

Yan Tianxing walked in and closed the door.

"They take you away this afternoon."

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun nodded slightly, as she expected.

Yan Tianxing came over and placed the porridge in his hand on the bedside cabinet. "Drink the porridge first."

"Not hungry." Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids.

She doesn't feel hungry, and she doesn't want to eat.

"Just ask, do you eat?"

Yan Tianxing sullen face, too lazy to lie with her.

"Hello?"

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, which caused a little irritability.

Yan Tianxing lowered his eyes and stared at her.

Marching in the field during the day, formulating a comprehensive attack plan for the company in the evening, rushing in the middle of the night and killing two mercenaries.

Everything was put together, but she was perfectly done, and she was forced to stand, and she was scarred.

However, you still need to keep that momentum and publicity, and you can't relax when you rest.

After a long period of high tension, ordinary people have reached such a relaxed and safe environment, and they must be exhausted at this time, and they are not afraid of exposing their weaknesses and dead spots.

Only this woman, her nerves are still tight, from beginning to end, she has never seen her relax.

Frowning frowning, a little impatient, added a bit of vividness to her over-exquisite face. There was a wound on her forehead and a band-aid was applied. The rest of the scratches simply eliminated the poison and all were exposed to the air.

Even if there is an injury, it is still eye-catching.

"Row."

Withdrawing his gaze slightly, Yan Tianxing tickled his lower lip playfully, responding patiently.

She had two hands, one hand was dripping, and the other became zongzi, and she originally wanted to force her to eat.

Now that she offered to take the initiative, her movements should be lighter.

After taking out the porridge bowl, Yan Tianxing fed her with a spoon. Before each spoon of porridge was fed into her mouth, she specially let it cool down.

It's just that he didn't serve anyone at first glance, and his movements were very stiff.

Mo Shangjun ate indifferently.

Since he fed her defiantly, he did not tell him that it was not only hot, but also not tasty at all.

Anyway... it will be, not once or twice.

Yan Tianxing packed up the tableware and did not throw it into the room. He carried it out and thrown it into the trash can in the corridor.

Not long after, he came back.

"Sleep." Yan Tianxing closed the door and approached.

Mo Shangyun looked out the window, "Can't sleep."

The eyelids are very heavy, tired and sleepy, but this matter is over, even if it is sleepy, it is difficult to fall asleep, it is better to wait like that.

"Lie down."

Frowning frowning, Yan Tianxing lifted the quilt and gave her half a bed.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and looked at him.

The two looked at each other, without being too tough, but stalemate for a moment.

Half-sounding, Mo Shangyun compromised and lay silently.

Yan Tianxing helped her cover the quilt.

"Close your eyes." Yan Tianxing used a command tone.

Mo Shangjun's eyes were horizontal, but before she could see clearly, Yan Tianxing's hand stretched out and covered her eyes.

The hand was very cold, the palm was a little rough, rubbing her eyebrows, itchy, and not very comfortable, but the movement was so soft that Mo Shangyun couldn't rebellious for a while.

Later, she heard his magnetic voice full of softness, "I will accompany you."