Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Xiang Yongming felt very wronged about Mo Shangyun's partiality...

I was not angry, but when I saw Mo Shangyun's irresponsible expression, I dared not argue much, and after tangling for a while, I honestly went to punish the station.

Mo Shangyun stared at him, and after confirming that he was standing upright and standard, he lazily withdrew his gaze.

"you."

As soon as he raised his eyes, his eyes fell on Gu Jiang.

"Yes!"

As soon as the eyes of Mo Shangyun were swept away, Gujiang was like an enemy, standing upright like a conditioned reflex.

a little nervous.

"Go to my dormitory and bring the bucket." Mo Shangyun asked lightly.

"Ah?" Gu Jiang froze.

"Did you hear me?"

Gu Jiang straightened his waist, "Report, hear it!"

Raising eyebrows irritably, Mo Shangyun urged: "Hurry up."

"Yes!"

Gu Jiang immediately answered.

After hesitantly glancing at Mo Shangyun, he immediately turned around and trot to the side of the stairs.

Mo Shangyun stared, watching him disappear at the stairwell until he slowly retracted his gaze.

"Mo Fulian."

Xiang Yongming stretched his neck and shouted at Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun looked at him warningly.

Xiang Yongming immediately withdrew his neck, and stood honestly, but his mouth was not idle, his eyes rolled round and round, "Mo Fulian, you as a deputy company commander, you should treat the Erlian soldiers equally, don't you think you Is it too biased?"

"How is an eccentric method?"

Mo Shangyun relied on the door and asked with great interest.

"Don't say anything else, just say that I and Gu Jiang, you bought him a book, right, but you see, I usually say one more sentence, I have to be punished by you," Xiang Yongming appropriately expressed some dissatisfaction, " Just this time, we both were caught together by you, and you treat it differently..."

"How?" Mo Shangjun narrowed his eyes slightly.

Xiang Yongming felt a chill, and his eyes were full of complaints, but she was suppressed by her eyes.

After a moment, Xiang Yongming looked serious, "Mo Fulian, I tell you, you are so eccentric, it is easy to cause unreal fantasy."

"and so?"

With a cheeky face, Xiang Yongming firmly said: "I suggest you treat me better!"

Mo Shangyun hesitated and estimated the distance between the two.

Two meters.

If you get closer, you will have to reward him for failing.

"This smoke, what's going on?"

Too lazy to chat with him, Mo Shangyun asked slowly, playing with the cigarette and lighter in his hand.

"To be honest?" Xiang Yongming leaned forward slightly, and looked at Yun Yun's expression.

"You try to lie?"

Mo Shangyun rewarded him with a cold eye.

"Cough, okay," Xiang Yongming shrank his neck, telling the truth, "Recently, I found him a little anxious, and would like to keep those books all in his head every day. When he is not training, he always stays with the book In the dormitory, especially today, I have been absent-minded. I don’t care about comrades, so pull him out...learn about smoking and relax."

Unexpectedly, the plan was good, but he met Mo Shangyun.

Plan to soak.

"Anxiety?" Mo Shangyun asked casually.

"I can't pass the exam." Xiang Yongming took the conversation, but he was speechless and couldn't help it. "I think it has something to do with the book you sent him. I'm afraid the exam is not good. I'm sorry to disappoint you. ."

Ink on the jade slightly.

At this time, there were rapid footsteps on the stairs not far away, realizing who it was, Mo Shangyun stopped talking.

Soon, Gu Jiang appeared holding the bucket and appeared at the stairwell. After a quick glance, he ran over.

"Mo Fulian, your bucket."

Gu Jiang ran to Mo Shangyun and gasped slightly.

"Put it inside." Mo Shangjun pointed in the direction of the washing machine.

"okay."

Gu Jiang nodded.

Then he bypassed Mo Shangyun, carried the bucket into the door, carefully placed it next to the washing machine, and then walked back.

He stood on the side of Mo Shangjun, waiting for Mo Shangjun's next instructions.

Slightly leaning his head, Mo Shangjun looked at him, writing lightly: "Playground, five circles."

Suddenly, Gu Jiang did not feel surprised, and immediately responded, "Yes!"

After talking, ran away.

As soon as he left, Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids and suddenly found that Xiang Yongming was stupid.

Being stared at by her eyes, Xiang Yongming hurriedly gathered her smile, and sincerely said: "Mo Fulian, I found that you are really the same."

At the end, I emphasized, "Really."

Mo Shangyun said lightly: "Stand for half an hour, playground, ten laps."

"Ah?" Xiang Yongming burst into tears.

"Comrade Xiang Yongming," Mo Shangyun glanced at him, and said slowly, "I have always been intolerant of people with broken mouths."

"..."

Xiang Yongming silenced instantly.

...

Mo Shangyun is idle, and has been looking at Xiang Yongming's "standing military posture".

Xiang Yongming, who had always been accustomed to being "lazy," thought that she would stay for a while and didn't think she had to wait until the clothes were finished, which was immediately painful. This standard military posture made him exhausted.

Fortunately, Mo Shangyun was afraid of delaying time. The previous selection on the washing machine was not long. It took 20 minutes.

When the washing machine stopped, Mo Shangjun went to pick up clothes.

Not long after, came out carrying the bucket.

"Ten minutes left."

When Mo Shangyun passed by, he specifically urged.

Xiang Yongming, excited, was dismissed from her lazy little plan by her words.

but--

He looked away and looked at the right hand holding the bucket on the ink.

"Mo Fulian, I think you rarely use your left hand." Xiang Yongming's hippy smiled, he couldn't stop guessing, "Can't it be, hurt?"

Mo Shangyun glanced at him coolly.

However, not much to say.

Carrying the bucket to the stairs.

It was a strange look at Fang Cai, and Xiang Yongming watched her leave stunnedly, but he couldn't help thinking.

I'm just joking casually, but... won't it, really hurt?

*

The next day.

Mo Shangyun, who canceled the morning exercise, got up late.

It was not until six o'clock that I opened my eyes awake, lifted the quilt, put on my clothes, shoes and socks, and went to wash.

Knock, knock, knock.

There was a cautious knock on the door outside.

Mo Shangyun slowly finished washing before going to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Lang Yan was standing outside, smiling broadly and pleasingly.

"Early."

Lang Yan greeted her with a smile.

"Long Commander Lang." Mo Shangyun raised his hand, pressed the brim, and his eyebrows were stained with a faint smile. "Look at your attitude, wouldn't you have done something sorry for me?"

"..."

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The smile on Lang Yan's face collapsed immediately.

Mo Shangyun became more and more certain.

"Cough," Lang Yan cleared his throat and said in a straight voice, "Mo Fulian, let's pay attention to it so as not to misunderstand."

"and so?"

Lang Yan looked sincere, "I'm sorry for you."

Mo Shangyun's eyebrows moved slightly, without asking him to enter the door, and said lazily: "How can I be sorry?"

"Then what," Lang Yan touched his nose, took a step back, kept a safe distance from Mo Shangyun, and then admitted the error very heavily, "Just half an hour ago, something serious happened. related……"

Speaking of which, I looked at Yun's face.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, "Continue."

"I promise I haven't disclosed the news, but they all came to ask me one by one, did you hurt your left shoulder."

Lang Yan said, her gaze paused on her left shoulder, and did not continue.

The result is self-evident.

He admitted.

At the beginning, he did not know the specific injury of Mo Shangjun, but these days she ran to the infirmary and needed the help of a military doctor to change the medicine, so he went to the military doctor and asked a few words to put Mo Shangyun on his injury. I got a rough idea.

I wanted to make up my mind to help her hide and let Erlian train well, but they couldn't bear to take turns to knock on the door. It was not a one-time come to ask, but a group came to the door of his dormitory. Gone.

From 4:30 to 5:30.

Lang Yan was forced to help but could only admit it.

"Then?" Mo Shangyun remained silent, but thought of Xiang Yongming's question last night.

"I'll let you know when I'm here," Lang Yan smirked. "By the way, I will help you sort out your housekeeping."

Mo Shangyun said softly: "Half a month."

"……Row."

Lang Yanpi responded with a smile.

Isn't it about half a month's housework? Anyway, it's his guilty conscience, but if the debt hasn't been paid, he might be more worried.

He was admitted into the dormitory, but Mo Shangyun went out, intending to go for a walk.

This walk took place all morning, and even breakfast and lunch were eaten together.

After the afternoon training began, Mo Shangyun went to the infirmary and then returned to Erlian.

However, her intentional avoidance seemed to be fruitless.

As soon as I entered the office, the vacant space was filled with fruits and snacks, and they were neatly arranged. They were separated and placed into triangles, looking like art.

A cushion was placed on the office chair.

Next to the computer, a cup of tea was placed.

After a few glances, Mo Shangyun was silent for a moment, and turned back to the dormitory.

I didn't want to--

As soon as I entered the dormitory, my desk was full of snacks and fruits, just like the office.

Mo Shangyun slightly embarrassed.

After a round in the dormitory, Mo Shangyun thought about it and went out again. He went to the office on the second floor to get his training materials and signature pen, and then he found a logistician on the first floor and asked him to move a chair. To the training ground.

The logistician moved the chair first.

Mo Shangyun waited for the sun to come out of the clouds and the sun was shining all over the ground before putting on sunglasses to the training ground, intending to bask in the sun.

As soon as she appeared, she was greeted by countless eyes.

Although it is not decent for an individual to stick to the ground, she suddenly appeared on the training ground, which is quite strange.

Those eyes are basically curious and doubtful.

Mo Shangjun carried the training materials in his left hand, with a signature pen in his pocket, and walked slowly.

Closer, still saying hello to her.

Mo Shangyun glanced at it, without showing, and walked to the chair.

sit down.

He lifted Erlang's legs, put the training materials on the legs, and played with a pen with the bandaged right hand.

Everyone who saw this scene from afar, somehow, groaned in my heart, and had an ominous premonition.

Well, she's acting too weird, right?

Slowly, some people sent a few people to come close intentionally or unintentionally, looked at it in the past, tried to dig up all suspicious phenomena, and then brought the news back to analyze together.

After two hours of tossing, they found all the doubts.

1. Mo Shangyun looked at their training plan.

2. Going to see it at intervals, some words were written on her training plan.

3. The specific words are unclear, but there are a few sharp eyes, and I see a few familiar names.

These doubts spread slowly.

Then, several people concluded a conclusion-

Mo Shangyun is very likely to record their results.

This is purely speculation, but it can be speculated that there is indeed only one answer, so their hearts were shaken three times, and they no longer dared to join Mo Shangyun, and continued to train in a concentrated manner.

Facts have proved that their guess is correct.

Mo Shangyun was sitting in the sun while recording, with earphones in his ears.

Waiting for the sunset in Xishan, their afternoon training was about to end, Mo Shangyun beckoned and called Li Liang over.

"report!"

Li Liang ran over in small steps, and as soon as he stood still, he yelled vigorously at her.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and took a piece of paper from the training materials and gave it to Li Liang.

Li Liang took it in wonder.

"According to the list and the amount of training, practice at night." Mo Shangyun said slowly.

Without answering for the first time, Li Liang lowered his head in wonder and glanced at the paper.

The above is divided into three sections: "name", "training" and "quantity".

The first column is the name; the second column is each training, there is only one less, and there are three to four more; the third column is the amount of training, such as how many times the 400-meter obstacle, how many times to run laps and so on.

Mo Shangjun's words are very neat and beautiful, but Li Liang can understand it easily with only a few glances.

"Mo Fulian, this..." Suddenly, Li Liang hesitated, thinking about the language, and then said a word, "I want to ask, what is the reason."

"the last line."

Mo Shangyun stood up and answered back slightly.

I subconsciously wanted to get the chair, but as soon as I noticed that the right hand with the bandage was on, Mo Shangyun paused, and then calmly withdrew his hand, commanding: "To him, let the person take the chair back."

"Yes!"

Li Liang answered.

Mo Shangyun turned and left.

Li Liang lowered his head and saw the last line of words by the last touch of the setting sun.

Not serious and unqualified. Continue tomorrow.

Li Liang: "..."

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

I didn't wait for the update of the one I was chasing today, indicating that I was very depressed, so I was not in a mood to code. Well, that's right, I'm just dumping the black pot.