Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Mo Shangyun has good instantaneous memory, but he has never seen a string of numbers to remember forever. ++

Therefore, it was not determined.

Instead, there was a pause.

Hearing the rustling sound, but did not hear people talking.

Mo Shangyun waited for a full ten seconds, and after not hearing anything, reached out and planned to hang up the phone.

Of course, as soon as my fingers reached into the air, I heard a sound—

"Hey?"

Qinglang's voice, male in gender, is probably not much bigger than her, and it sounds familiar.

All in all, it is not Yan Tianxing.

"Which one?" Mo Shangyun withdrew his hand and asked lazily.

Because it was hands-free, Mo Shangyun didn't wait in place. After a casual inquiry, he turned to the desk opposite.

"I'm Mucheng and I want to find company commander Lang."

This time, the voice over there came quickly.

Mo Shangyun paused for a moment, and did not remember the person for a while, so she continued to walk forward until she came to her desk. When she picked up the mug, she finally thought of the person.

It seems that when we met with Yan Tianxing before, it was this driver.

A bar of Samsung, called Mucheng.

No wonder the sound is familiar.

"Oh, he's not here."

At a distance, Mo Shangyun responded faintly, and then took the mug to the water dispenser to pick up the water.

In the office, the sound of running water is very clear.

It's not silly over there. When I heard the sound coming and going, and then heard the sound of receiving water, I realized that she was calling him half-heartedly.

Mucheng felt very disrespectful, paused, and cast an unclear gaze towards the captain not far away.

The captain of his own team is not squinting, looking at the personnel information for the assessment.

Feeling his sight, he didn't even give a look.

Mu Cheng groaned inwardly and silently took his gaze back.

When the phone was broadcast, it was obviously picked up by Mo Shangyun. He silently pressed the hands-free, and then threw the phone over without knowing... there is no unknown story behind it.

"Cough."

Mucheng coughed deliberately, trying to attract the attention of the people over the phone.

At this time, Mo Shangyun was already holding a mug and returned to Langyan's desk without delay.

Hearing the movement, she whispered leisurely, "Not yet hung up?"

"..." Mu Cheng almost didn't choke on her words, took a deep breath, and calmed down the grumpy emotion before he said, "Are you reconnaissance Erlian Molian?"

"Huh." Mo Shangyun seemed to be puzzled. "Looking for Commander Lang, or looking for me?"

Mu Cheng said: "It's the same for everyone."

"What do you say."

"Your investigative Erlian's selected list has come out, and I intend to inform you."

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun responded faintly, glancing at Lang Yan's desk, drawing a pen from the pen holder, and then dragging out a roster.

After waiting for a while, she heard the voice over there, "Don't you ask?"

Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched, and his voice suddenly added a little coolness, "I'm waiting for you to say."

"..."

Mucheng embarrassed for three seconds.

Then, holding the form, faithfully reported the name to Mo Shangjun.

When he reported a name, Mo Shangjun held the sign pen with his clumsy right hand and made a tick behind the name.

When crossing to the fourth, Mo Shangyun didn't hear the sound for a long time, so he frowned, "No?"

"No," Mu Cheng answered truthfully.

Mo Shangyun's voice was a little deep, "How many in a row?"

"Six."

"A total of ten places?"

"Yes."

Hearing the answer, Mo Shangyun grimaced and hung up the phone.

Mucheng: "..."

by!

Can it be a little polite!

Can you speak before hanging up the phone!

Shepherd Cheng was irritable.

However, before it was too late, he noticed the seemingly absent-looking eyes of his captain and immediately put down his little emotions.

"Bye."

Mu Cheng was very helpless to show his hand to him.

Yan Tianxing took his gaze back, looked down at the list, and said coldly, "I have ears."

Hesitating for a moment, Mu Cheng approached him, leaving the phone on the table, and then hinted a little: "She seems angry."

"Ok."

Yan Tianxing responded casually.

Seeing that he was so breezy and careless, Mu Cheng was puzzled.

Thanks to him, the captain and the man named Mo Shangyun have a promising future. Right now, the seedlings that are not love haven't grown up yet, are they strangled in the cradle?

"Why?" Mu Cheng's thoughts turned to doubts, and at the same time analyzed, "The second company at the end of the crane, four places, including her, five, no loss."

Yan Tianxing gave a slight pause, raising his eyes, gazing at his eyes, and the eyes that were not bottomed out, there was faintly vaguely visible.

Mucheng felt cold.

He felt himself sniped by Yan Tianxing's eyes.

However, he was lucky to be alive.

So I took two steps backwards, "Cough, Captain, Yu Qiu seems to have something to do with me. I will go there first and tell me anything at any time."

Before the words fell, Mu Cheng disappeared at the door.

Yan Tianxing took his eyes away quickly. However, the moment he scanned the phone, he couldn't help but pause.

Immediately, Waner.

In the eyes of others, the second company is a complete counterattack. However, in the eyes of Mo Shangyun, there is no sense of "two companies are better than one company". Since the two companies are from the reconnaissance battalion, the two companies are more than one company. Two places are missing, that is a certain degree of failure.

I don't know what she will do.

*

After Mo Shangjun hung up the phone, he focused on the roster in his hand.

four people.

Lin Qi, Li Liang, Gu Rong, and Xiang Yongming.

Lin Qi and Li Liang are among the best in overall quality. It is not surprising that Mo Shangyun was selected, but Gu Rong and Xiang Yongming...

Gu Rong's grades in Lianli are medium to high, but he is a solid sharpshooter and has solid theoretical knowledge. He was born in the north and his family is an hunter. His knowledge of survival in the wild is very good.

The overall strength is not the strongest, but it is selected and understandable.

And Xiang Yongming, no matter what his achievements are, is not outstanding. In Lien, he is ten out of ten, but he is more flexible in his brain and will be clever in his work.

He was selected, and Mo Shangyun could help him think of sufficient reasons, but the thought of having an assessment with him... that would be a bit uncomfortable.

Haw, it must be very noisy.

Staring at these names for a moment, Mo Shangyun put the roster back and carried the mug back to his desk.

Even if the two hands are inconvenient to move, this time, they have to give them some more training, one to gather their hearts, two to come... a long lesson, do not be complacent.

By copying and pasting, Mo Shangjun occasionally knocked on the keyboard to quickly complete the training plan for this afternoon.

Print, put the paper on Langyan's desk, and put it with the roster.

Then, leave.

...

I spent a day at the base yesterday, unable to train and make plans. Mo Shangyun read half a day of theory and materials, and half a day of war movies. Today I can’t stay in the office, I can’t train, and I walk around. also.

can--

As soon as she got downstairs, she saw a group of people in Wutuo around.

"Mo Fulian, we are back!"

"Vice commander, how is your injury, is it better?"

"Fu Lian, have you eaten breakfast?"

...

Noisy greetings suddenly came from all directions.

Mo Shangjun's right hand and left arm were restricted, and he wanted to touch his ear, but he was forced to suppress it.

She moved her wrist, a finger in her right hand, and a whistle suddenly appeared in her hand.

Everyone immediately muttered: "..."

Lang Yan, who was abandoned in an instant: "..." this group of little rabbits, the heart has been completely biased towards the ink! He has to reflect on it!

Throwing the whistle into his left hand, Mo Shangyun played with it slowly, and said to them lazily: "Come on, talk."

"I!"

Xiang Yongming raised his hand very positively, and was extremely conspicuous among the silent crowd.

Mo Shangyun raised an eyebrow and motioned for him to come.

The crowd immediately gave way to Xiang Yongming, and many people grabbed his collar, wrists, sleeves, shoulders, and whispered in his ear.

"Remember, be more exciting."

"Speak nicely."

"Take out your ingenious ability."

Xiang Yongming was held by others, and the smile on his face could not be concealed. He frowned at them and said, "Everything is wrapped in me, you can rest assured."

Soon, he stood in front of Mo Shangyun.

"Mo Fulian, we--"

"Ten laps."

Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes slightly, interrupting his excitement.

"Huh?" Xiang Yongming looked shocked, his smile stiffened.

"Why?"

"what happened?"

"Mo Fulian, this..."

The people around were also talking about it, completely unknown.

"Beep--"

Mo Shangyun was too cold to blow his whistle.

The harsh sound immediately suppressed their remarks.

"You..." Mo Shangyun took a step back, swept them around, and frowned, "Five circles."

In the lap, things came too fast, and it was difficult for them to react.

A moment later, someone wondered, "Mo Fulian, what, why?"

"Quotas come out, six in a row, four of us," Mo Shangjun ticked the corner of her mouth, but she smiled a little coldly. She raised her voice slightly and asked, "You should say, should you run?"

Everyone: "..."

What do you mean?

Is it running circle celebration?

Or... four unsatisfied, two behind behind?

Everyone thought about it, and then looked at the expression on the ink that looked like a smile instead of a smile.

The former, it seems, nothing is possible... Ha.

"Run, run, you must run!" After a pause, Xiang Yongming responded quickly, but when everyone accepted, he asked Mo Shangyun in front of his face, "Mo Fulian, why did I run for ten laps?" what?"

Mo Shangyun squinted at him, "Afraid of you bluffing."

Xiang Yongming was a little puzzled, but his eyes lit up quickly, and he responded, "I mean, have I been selected?"

"..."

Mo Shangyun glanced up and down at him.

Okay.

It's a bit of a brain channel.

Without answering him, Mo Shangyun shook his whistle and reminded the people gathered around him, "Not yet running?"

"Run, run!"

"Run right away!"

"We are leaving now!"

...

Everyone nodded in a hurry, and they knew her bad nature in particular, feeling that she would increase the number of running laps for a while, but--

After reluctantly taking two steps, they heard someone could not help but stick their necks toward Mo Jun and ask, "That Mo Fulian, the story of our two days, do you still hear it?"

In the past two days, they have been smart, but they are capable, and they are very uncomfortable without telling Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun gave them a funny look, "I'll talk at noon."

Meaning, listen.

So, a group of people almost jumped up happily, collectively shouted, and ran to the runway.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

The bottle theory hasn't been written yet, it crashed for a day, tomorrow's update...you know. It's best to come at night. ≧﹏≦Who will make us cry.