Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Listening to Mu Cheng's description, Mo Shangyun could roughly understand why even Jiang Qiong had to respect him by three points.

This kind of talent is truly a bug.

There have been high-spirited golden hours, beautiful scenery, wonderful experience, countless honors, and the best among the soldiers is the pinnacle that a soldier can reach.

Such a person has the ability, luck, and courage.

Enough to earn respect.

"Then why did he become the squad leader of the cooking class?" Mo Shangyun asked curiously.

"Hey," Mu Cheng couldn't be pleased when he mentioned this. The smile on his face disappeared without a trace. He sagged his head and said, "Isn't this hurt?"

Mo Shangyun frowned.

"Just a few years ago, even Chuyun and Yu Qiu didn't come at that time, did they?" Mu Cheng glanced back and saw Peng Yuqiu who had been listening nodded before continuing. "Anyway, we all I haven’t witnessed his glorious years. The foot team and Dayan should know. We all heard that. He was injured in actual combat, and his old injuries will recur at any time. He can no longer stay in the action team. However, he is gS9. Having done so many things, how can there be such a tragic ending? It seems that the brigade has given him the opportunity to fight for logistics, but he later chose to go to the cooking class himself, and the brigade simply gave him the position of squad leader. But don't really say that the dishes he burned are quite delicious."

"such."

Mo Shangyun nodded thoughtfully.

"So, Comrade Mo Shangjun!" Mu Cheng suddenly changed his pretentious tone. "You should realize how difficult is the so-called'reform' in your mouth?!"

"do not know."

Mo Shangjun drank the boiled water that Kou Yan passed over.

Hearing that they were talking about Captain Zhang, he could not know when to stand beside them. At this time, he said in time: "He is very difficult to engage."

"The temper is stinky and hard, isn't it?" Mo Shangyun said, "understandably."

Bu Yirong nodded and said: "The past two years are still good."

From heroes that everyone looks up to, they are reduced to cooks in the cooking class.

It is difficult for individuals to accept.

Moreover, Captain Zhang is not optimistic.

He is not the same as Mo Shangyun, Northern Jiangsu, and You Nianyu. He has no military rank, no academic background, no countless back paths to wait, he walked step by step, step by step. All played steadily, all he got was all he got after he cut off the road.

Because he didn't leave a back path for himself, when the current path was destroyed, his entire life was almost ruined.

Although staying at gS9, it is just a humble cook. There were still some people discussing him in the first few days, often visiting him, but when fresh blood was poured in and the old people left one after another, there were fewer people who thought about him.

Just like now, Mo Shangyun could hear his former glory, but it was only an accident.

More newcomers regard him as an ordinary cooking class monitor.

Because of the strong sense of headfall, Captain Zhang's temper also became more erratic, lonely, irritable, and irritable, and refused to communicate with others.

As Mo Shangyun said, his temper was stinky and hard.

Before, it was not easy to get along, and later it was even harder to get along.

"Oh." Mo Shangjun drank the water in the glass. "After so many years, it is always time to accept reality."

Bu Yirong smiled, and then said: "Some people may live for a few years."

No one can always create a wonderful life.

Some people have gone through a wonderful day, so in those uninteresting times in the future, they are all equivalent to death.

It's just alive.

Mo Shangyun said: "I need two bottles of beer."

Bu Yirong paused, then glanced at Peng Yuqiu.

Peng Yuqiu said busy: "I'll get it."

Two bottles of beer were put on the table, but Mo Shangyun did not let anyone open it. Instead, Yangui packed two roasted chickens, ate a few skewers, and left with roasted chicken and beer.

After listening to the story just now, and witnessing all the actions of Mo Shangyun, there is not even one extra question.

They knew who Mo Shangyun went to.

...

Throwing the car key to Yirong, Mo Shangyun did not drive, but walked to the women's team.

It rained for a few days and stopped in the afternoon. The temperature at the moment was still comfortable. The cool wind was blowing head-on. When the hair was lifted, it brushed the ears and neck. Itchy, she buckled the training cap to her head while walking. on.

After walking several times, I already have a sense of familiarity.

It can be said that a sense of belonging.

After staying in this place for a long time and meeting such a group of people again, the sense of belonging can easily accumulate.

Invisible, can not be separated.

This is a place worth remembering.

Therefore, squad leader Zhang will choose to stay in gS9.

If it were her, if there was no memory of this place, such a strong sense of difference would make her choose to see nothing.

It was definitely unbearable at the time.

However, no one's life will always be wonderful.

There will always be a day of calm.

Even the most powerful heroes have time to go behind the scenes.

Just like the masters she met, all of them are soldiers of the king of warriors, with brilliant and brilliant resumes, and everyone who knows them will give thumbs up and praise a few words. But when they left the army, no one knew. Even if they sacrificed, not many people knew about their former comrades.

For them, as long as life does not stop abruptly, every day alive should be beautiful.

Thanks to Su Bei, who was so tempting, that only left the words "timely fun" in Mo Shangyun's mind.

If you go back early, please call Yan Tianxing.

Mo Shangyun thought so when walking towards the cooking class.

*

It's more than nine o'clock, and it's not yet time to turn off the lights.

The operating room of the cooking class is still lit.

I thought it was the cook who was busy doing work, sorting food, cleaning up, etc., but when Mo Shangjun was standing at the door, he found that it was Zhang Zhang who put it in the operating room.

He placed fresh carrots, washed them and put them in the baskets, and then took them out of the baskets one by one and put them away, as if to satisfy the obsessive-compulsive disorder, his expression was focused and his expression was calm and peaceful. Perfunctory irritability.

Isn't this the work that I have missed in the past and slacking off?

Mo Shangyun raised his hand and touched his nose, hesitating how to say hello.

"Who?"

Hearing the sound of the door, Squad Leader Zhang turned his face back and asked roughly.

But as soon as he saw Mo Shangyun, Squad Leader Zhang was stunned.

He still has a little impression of Mo Shangyun.

It was also because she had an impression of Mo Shangyun, so she was a little surprised that she appeared at the door.

Mo Shangyun then said, "The men's team has made more roast chicken, so I don't want to bring you some--"

"Do not eat!"

Squad leader Zhang refused without thinking.

"There are two more bottles of beer." Mo Shangyun said, "Ice."

"..."

Squad leader Zhang paused and glimpsed that she really had two bottles of wine in her hand, and for a time she didn't say what she refused.

"I'm not here to please you either, just to take the opportunity to compare--" Mo Shangyun paused and continued, "Is the food you made delicious, or the cooking class of the men's team next door delicious?" ."

"Love to eat or not to eat!" Squad leader Zhang said with a sullen face, tossing carrots in the ingredients box.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, and then said sharply, "Yes, I think so too."

"What do you mean?"

Squad leader Zhang's anger came directly to the ink, and the burning anger could be directly burned to the tip of the nose on the ink.

Mo Shangyun immediately said: "The main thing is that the men’s cooking class is not very peaceful. They would have eaten well. Everyone eats well. They have to show how good their cooking class is. They also satirize our cooking. The class does not have this treatment. When it comes to this, I don’t want to do it. Although you have a bad attitude, Mr. Zhang, the cooking skills are first-class, right? So I will help you speak !"

"..."

Squad leader Zhang looked at Mo Shangyun without a word.

This is what I know, she knows that she is nonsense and made up in a serious way, but what are your special words... just can't take it!

Looking at her "don't intend" expression, you really can't just follow her words casually.

This kind of person is the most annoying.

Before talking about the purpose, I will give you ten or eight laps, until you are confused, and then I will give you a trick.

Terrible thing is, you don't know where the hole she dug for you.

The wisest move is to drive her away.

But... just like she said, squad leader Zhang couldn't find a reason to chase her.

I rarely communicate with people, and my mouth becomes stupid. It is difficult to express my meaning even if I open my mouth.

So thinking about it for a while, Captain Zhang finally squeezed out a sentence, "What the **** do you want to say?"

"I want to talk to you." Mo Shangyun said, raising the beer and roast chicken in his hand again. "Or, chat while eating?"

The roast chicken is not attractive to Mr. Zhang.

but--

Wine is a good thing.