Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Peng Yuqiu brought the notebook from Mucheng.

I stared at the sentence for a few moments.

His eyes were light, and Yu Qiu thought, "If you don't stop, you won't stop, you won't be an opinion on our training."

"Or, look?"

When speaking, Mu Cheng carried a stern expression.

Peng Yu paused, and the two of them secretly communicated.

Then, the two looked at the notebook seriously, and Peng Yuqiu opened the notebook.

The first page, the first line-

Housekeeping standards (modification plan)

Below, correct beautiful fonts, filled the entire layout.

The two looked at each other in amazement.

After a while, Peng Yuqiu continued to look at the notebook.

The two stared intently.

"This, is it not Mo Shangyun?" After reading several pages in a row, Mu Cheng asked in shock.

Several pages in a row, all of which are house rules, can be seen based on their tents, what items are placed where, what unified features are needed, and what bedding is qualified, all have detailed regulations.

There are even scoring standards.

Relatively speaking, Peng Yuqiu's slightly adapted version in accordance with the regular house rules is simply unsightly.

"It should be her."

Peng Yuqiu was deeply ashamed.

At the noon, I thought that Liang Zhiqiong taught me to stand in a military posture at noon. At that time, she could blurt out any standard. At the moment, I looked at the various regulations in this notebook.

It is definitely her.

"There seems to be more behind." Mu Cheng winked at him.

On the page that I turned to, there were a few empty lines below, as if all the regulations had been written.

However, there seems to be something to write later.

Peng Yuqiu was curious and turned directly.

At this turn, the two looked like they were sticking to their notebooks, and at a glance, they froze.

That page is more exciting.

On the upper left is a man with a round combat cap and camouflage training uniform, which is biased towards the live-action version. The facial features and temperament at a glance are Yan Tianxing.

Further down, three lines of characters-

1. Examine the project and waste time.

2. Coping with something, and having a wrong attitude.

3. (Under consideration)

"Poof, dare to criticize me Yan Ye." Mu Cheng sympathizes, but is fortunate. "But, obviously, we have to evaluate these above, we are only responsible for supervision and help, Yan Ye can be miserable."

"Yeye is the chief instructor. She doesn't let Yanye carry the pot, and you and I can't do it?" Peng Yuqiu asked with a smile.

Mucheng reminded: "Behind, there seems to be more"

Peng Yuqiu turned another page.

Immediately afterwards, the smiles on both faces gradually stiffened.

"Fuck." Mu Cheng couldn't hold back, cursing a word, "Do we have so many problems?"

"Can you tear it?" Peng Yuqiu gritted his teeth.

"Ah."

Mu Cheng sneered, showing his fierce light.

"Huh," Peng Yuqiu tapped her finger on the notebook. "Look, she also focused on criticizing Comrade Ji Ruonan, focusing on a certain object, not treating everyone the same."

quite a while.

Mu Cheng calmed down, but couldn't help but complain, "After all, why is Yan Ye a portrait of a real person, we are all in the q version, is this too coping?"

Peng Yuqiu was so angry that he wanted to hit his head with a notebook.

"Why, do you want to go find her in person and let her draw a portrait of us?" Peng Yuqiu didn't have a good air.

"I think," Mu Cheng pondered for a moment. "Even if she didn't ask her, she would find that we moved her notebook."

Peng Yuqi revealed doubts.

Mu Cheng paused, and then analyzed, "Just now, when I opened the cover, a piece of hair fell out. At first I thought it was accidentally dropped into it, now."

Peng Yuqiu: ""

Okay.

The real situation is that people have excellent anti-reconnaissance skills, and a hair is used as a mark to determine whether someone has moved.

Peng Yuqiu couldn't resist the urge to hit his head with a notebook.

"Regarding the special soldiers," Peng Yuqiu pointed at him with hatred, and shook his head helplessly, "You just think of such obvious means now?!"

"Who can think of her coming here." Mu Cheng said innocent.

Only on the battlefield or on the training ground can people defend themselves. How can anyone expect people to dig pits in their lives?

Peng Yuqiu was criticized with pain, and his mood was particularly unpleasant. He wanted to have a good time with Mu Cheng.

however--

Someone opened the curtain and came in.

"What are you talking about."

Ji Ruonan asked curiously.

In an instant, the looks of Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu returned to normal.

"to chat with."

"Talking."

The two answered one after the other.

At the same time, Peng Yuqiu quietly closed the notebook and placed it on the desk.

The performance was too random and as usual, so that Ji Ruonan glanced at it, but did not ask anything about it.

*

At seven o'clock, Mo Shangjun returned to the meeting tent.

The two guarding the door already knew her, and even without asking, they let her in directly.

Enter the door.

Night fell outside and the lights were bright inside.

Two lights were on above the tent, and the long conference table was no longer empty, but four people were seated.

Yan Tianxing sits in the middle, and the other three sit on either side. On the left are Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng. The first position on the right is Ji Ruonan. On the right hand side of Ji Ruonan is her notebook and signature pen.

As soon as she came in, the eyes of the four people focused on her.

"report."

Mo Shangyun shouted in a similar way.

Ji Ruonan, Peng Yuqiu, and Mu Cheng didn't say anything, just looked at her closely.

Yan Tianxing stared at her two times, and then said slowly, "Sit."

"Yes!"

He responded decisively.

Then, Mo Shangyun walked to the position next to Ji Ruonan and sat down slowly.

"Meeting."

Yan Tianxing spoke out.

Mucheng coughed lightly and began to talk about this meeting.

The theme of the meeting is "Housekeeping".

The general content of the meeting, appropriate amendments to the internal affairs regulations, everyone actively put forward targeted comments.

During the brief introduction, Mu Cheng's eyes have been intentionally or unintentionally glancing at the side of Mo Shangjun, which seems to be very concerned.

Mo Shangyun listened casually, flipping open his own notebook.

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