Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"dad……"

Simply a word.

The tone was blunt and the voice was calm. It was a very close term. From her mouth, she felt a little more alienated.

It doesn’t sound like a natural birth, but it’s unlikely to be adopted.

The four officers looked at each other, and even they were a little puzzled. They were a little nervous.

The officer holding the phone quietly pressed the hands-free.

There was a deep groan over the phone.

Immediately, a calm and serious question came, "What happened?"

Helping the officer on the phone, he heard the sound and couldn’t help but feel a sense of oppression when the pressure sank from his heart. For a time, he was so nervous that he swallowed and his expression flickered.

In my heart, I can't stop thinking about it. There is such a father. After many years of polishing, it is not difficult to understand that Mo Shangjun will be so calm in facing their interrogation... calm.

"Meet the Black Hawk," Mo Shangyun paused slightly, and then said clearly, "He started."

Started.

A fierce life-and-death struggle, when she suspended her life on the waistband, was taken lightly by her.

There was silence.

After a moment, the officer on the phone did not hold back for a moment, and leaned down slightly, "Are you?"

"My name is Mo Cang."

There was a cold cry from there, a little impatient.

Officers: "..."

Wouldn't it be the Mocang they thought?

The commander of the Beijing Military Region, whose name happens to be this pronunciation.

The officer holding the phone felt his hands start shaking.

Lying... Lying!

He just talked to that man?

Confused, he began to reflect on his tone.

Not because of the high level of fear, but because this person has been famous for a long time. The various glorious deeds are so memorable that they can't stop the excitement and joy when they say the last sentence. I feel very honored.

Ran--

Mo Cang did not communicate with them too much, and after speaking his name, he hung up the phone directly.

Getting a "help" from Mo Shangyun is not as easy as clarifying the ins and outs of things by himself.

But his phone hung up, and the atmosphere in this room fell into extreme strangeness.

After looking at the phone and looking at the ink on Jun, the officers were a little overwhelmed. Gradually, they felt a little nervous.

Get.

All the surnames are Mo, Yun Mo's true identity, it is appropriate.

Although they are doing things impartially and they all follow the procedures, they are all alarmed by such big figures. It is estimated that there is indeed a "confidential" that they can't touch behind this incident. This "trial" may be so far. Too.

Wait for the announcement above.

*

Night fell.

Mo Shangjun's pace was steady, and he slowly walked out of the gray building.

At nearly seven o'clock, the night was completely dark, and street lights were lit on both sides of the road. The trees and flower beds were caged under the dim light, swaying gently, and the tree shadow whirling.

There was a cold wind blowing in the face, and the chilly, fluttering across the cheeks and hair ends, drilling into the collar and cuffs, deprived her of the temperature with an extremely strong gesture.

It was dark and a bit cold.

Going around a corner, Mo Shangjun paused.

She saw Yan Tianxing.

The jeep was parked by the road, and he stood beside the car, standing idle, standing tall, and the shadows of trees and lights alternated on him in the wind, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and glanced at him, then gathered on his face.

The outline is deep, the facial features are handsome, and it looks like a demon, and the eyebrow is raised, the eye is hooked, and the soul is drunk.

A bit familiar, and quite strange.

However, in just a few hours, Mo Shangyun felt that it had passed a long time, and somehow gave birth to a sense of strangeness.

He paused and walked towards him.

Yan Tianxing first saw that she was not right.

Looking at him, he didn't have the same flirting, fun, and eye-watching as before.

Again, a little colder.

He came to the Ming Dynasty, but he would pull far away.

Yan Tianxing pulled her the door.

The position behind the first officer.

Mo Shangjun glanced at him before entering the car, but he didn't speak.

Seeing her sit in, Yan Tianxing closed the door, then bypassed the front of the car and took the driving position.

Before starting the car, Yan Tianxing turned on the lights and looked at the rearview mirror.

Sitting uncomfortably, she was lying sideways, leaning against the left door, her legs were lying sideways, the legs were too long, and there was not enough space. She bent one leg slightly, and the other rested under the position, her head slightly biased, against On the window glass, Yan Tianxing could see her hooked long neck and beautiful chin. The light inside and outside of the car was hit. The skin was surprisingly white. There was a layer of light edge on his body, and the curves were soft.

The chic and casual sitting posture should have been outward, but at this moment, all the breath is hidden.

It is her behavior habits to find the most comfortable sitting posture, and at this time, she is not willing to convey her emotions, publicity, strength, arrogance, those auras that can usually be distinguished at a glance disappear.

It feels subtle, but there is no sense of disobedience.

She is just trying to reduce her presence.

Silent, unassuming, not exposed, but accustomed to her sharp edge, suddenly saw such a scene...

A little unclear taste.

Yan Tianxing retreated silently and drove the car to the reconnaissance battalion.

An hour away.

Mo Shangyun took a nap in the car.

However, the wound hurt, just fell asleep, and suddenly woke up, repeated twice and again, Mo Shangyun was too lazy to continue to sleep, opened the window halfway, slightly raised his head, and looked over the window to see the night outside.

This is not an urban area, there are no neon lights, ten thousand lights, bustling streets, some are icy winds, screaming in, hanging on the skin, with a little tingling; there are also dark nights, with a few stars embellished, hanging alone , Isolated and helpless; there are street lights beside the highway, continuous mountains, hidden in a mountain village, vehicles that are occasionally overtaken...

The beautiful brow gradually twisted up.

"Yan Tianxing."

Mo Shangyun suddenly made a noise.

The cool voice, the clear bite, the words were calm, the wind was scattered at the exit, some abrupt, but still fell into the ears of Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing raised his eyes slightly and looked at her through the rearview mirror, but he could not see her face for a while, only to see her idle sitting posture, still as usual, unchanged.

"Later, stay away from me." Mo Shangyun said almost indifferently.