Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

When Chu Ye recovered, Yan Gui was gone.

Looking at the hand that was still hanging, Chu Ye blinked and raised his hand and scratched his head.

Is this kid smoking?

...

As soon as he ran out of the dormitory, Yan Gui quickly stopped in front of Yan Jinzhao and Duan Zimu.

Yan Jinzhao and Duan Zimu stopped and looked at the loach coming out like a gust of wind.

"Brother Duan! Brother Yan! You have to take charge of my home--"

As soon as Yan Gui stopped, the thief show started. But because of the tight time, the two tears in the corner of his eyes did not squeeze out.

Looking at Yan Gui, who was unsuccessful in acting, Yan Jinzhao and Duan Zimu looked at each other blankly.

Make up for Mo Shangjun?

It's more reliable to make the decision for the wild goose than this.

The two of them did not respond, but the other dorms heard the movement and got out curiously.

"What happened to Mo Shangyun?"

"Lying trough, can she still be bullied?"

"It's so rare. What's the matter with Mo Shangyun, you need to be the master?"

...

A group of people gathered around the door and laughed and ridiculed.

It can only be said that Yan Gui's rhetoric is too outrageous, and they don't believe it from the root.

Yan Jinzhao looked down at Yangui's bare feet and frowned, "Go and put on your shoes."

"... this is not a problem!"

Yan Gui pouted and almost jumped up.

Yan Jin grasped his shoulder and threw him into the bedroom.

"Go quickly." Yan Jin said with a cold face.

"Oh."

Yan returned to the grievances grievously, looked down at his bare feet, and honestly went to wear shoes.

As soon as he entered, Chu Ye paced out.

Duan Zimu asked: "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, I just came." Chu Ye spread his hands innocently, "He seems to be angry, good fellow, who has swallowed mooncakes all the time, and is not afraid to support himself--"

Speaking of which, Chu Ye suddenly clapped his hands and turned back curiously to ask, "Hey! Not right! We all have only one, why do you have three?"

Yan Gui didn't answer him, but other people joined in the excitement and talked about it.

"What else can they do, Ding Jing they gave it."

"The group of women in the women's second team, each one of them has a long heart. And one is straighter than the other. When they are eccentric, they are bright and upright, and they are not covered at all."

"Huh, I'm afraid we don't know that they favor the swallows and return home."

"Thanks to Yan Ergui, our kind-hearted, tolerant and gentle teammates are resting on other teams. Yan Ergui may have been swallowed up alive!"

...

During the speech, Yan Gui, who changed into shoes and socks, came out again.

He was so angry that he didn't want to make a fuss with them, his watery eyes were round and round, and then he glanced resentfully, and he just suppressed the voice of this group of elites.

It wasn't bluffed by Yan Gui.

It's time to contact Yan Gui during this time. I haven't seen him get angry. He usually makes a little fuss. Now he can be said to be "angry" for the first time, but this kid is too angry. They can come together hard if they don't agree with each other, and they go to the playground to make an appointment at random, and Yangui's posture... makes them difficult to adapt.

Ugh.

Just like watching his brother's temper, he thought about how to coax him if he didn't pay attention.

"It's gone."

Duan Zimu said to the crowd.

So, they were relieved and consciously dissipated.

Even Chu Ye just patted Yan Gui's shoulder, and then disappeared after a swift smoke.

Yan Gui told me that there is a dormitory in the present day. Now that Chu Ye is gone, the dormitory is empty.

Duan Zimu and Yan thought about what Yan Gui was afraid of, so he entered the door with Yan Gui and closed the door.

Yan Gui stubbornly drank a glass of water, and then talked to Duanzi Mu Heyan about the causes and consequences.

However, unlike him, Yan Jinzhao and Duan Zimu both acted very calmly.

I didn't frown even the whole time.

"Tell me! Is this ridiculous?!"

Yan Gui stepped angrily on the chair with one foot, and asked indignantly to the present and Duan Zimu.

Yan Jin looked at the foot resting on his chair calmly, reminding: "Foot."

Yan Guilier put his feet back.

"You mean, there is a Mo Shangyun high school classmate in the military area hospital. For various reasons, she mistakenly thought that she was working in a cooking class. Later, she spread it in the previous circle with a little thought. The news of'Mo Shangjun raising pigs in the army'?"

Duan Zimu made a technical summary of Yan Gui's large-scale description.

"Correct!"

Yangui nodded.

That angrily, he almost didn't pat the table and told them: You talk! You talk! Is this annoying? ! Annoyed? !

"What's so annoying?" Yan Jin could not understand Yan Gui's brain circuit.

"Aren't you Mo Mo's younger brother?" Yan Gui stared at Yan Jinshi in shock, "She was joked!"

Yan Jin frowned, and then said, "This kind of thing can't be taken care of."

Behind the people, there are more.

No matter who it is, more or less will encounter such a thing.

Even in the army, this kind of thing is inevitable.

For Mo Shangjun's life today, these little facts are trivial. What's more, Mo Shangyun is a person who does not care about such trivial matters, and certainly will not be affected by it.

Duan Zimu could understand Yan Gui a little bit.

After all, Yan Gui has always regarded the matter of Mo Shangyun as more important than his own.

If this matter rests on Yan Gui, Yan Gui doesn't even bother to say. But, it was resting on Mo Shangyun...

He is also a little unhappy.

Yan Gui is a personal elite, how can they not know what they both think-this is really not a matter, so he did not tell others, but chose to speak the same way and Duan Zimu.

Small things shouldn't be big.

Therefore, before Yan Gui grabbed Duan Zimu, he first said, "This matter is inseparable from you."

"Why?" Duan Zi Mu looked at Yan Gui suspiciously.

"Let's say that..." Yan Gui raised his hand and knocked on the table, and said seriously, "Have you all got moon cakes? Ink and Mo feeding! As soon as you turned around, people said that Mo and Mo were feeding pigs in the army— —”

Comrade Yan Gui said with a long heart, "What do you think?"

"..."

Duan Zimu and Yan looked at each other silently.

Thinking this way, it was a bit sloppy.

This is really about their reputation as gS9...

As soon as the hand was lifted, Yangui's chair was turned over and put behind him, Duan Zimu sat down.

Yan Jin looked at Yan Gui now.

Yan Gui quickly wiped the chair she had just stepped on.

Yan Jinsi also sat down.

"Speak, what do we need to do?" Duan Zimu asked directly.

Yan Gui, such a clever ghost, must have worked out a full set of counterattacks before looking for them.

After a little hesitation, Yanjin added: "You can't go too far."

After all, they are soldiers and can't do anything.

"Why not, just have a little fun!"

Yan Gui laughed like a dog.

As a result, Comrade Yan Xiaogui spent less than five minutes to make every detail of his plan clear to the present and Duan Zimu.

The plans are indeed within the affordable range.

Hearing the plan of the whole process, Yan Jin and Duan Zimu remained silent for three seconds.

Duan Zimu said: "Tomorrow I am a little free, you can go to Yan Tianxing."

Yan Jinzhao said: "I can go to Mr. Ji."

"Hey!"

Yan Gui responded happily.

Achieve.

*

Shang Ru returned to his room after taking a bath.

What she tested was not a military medical school, nor was it assigned to a military hospital, but was recruited through hard work and competition.

Not a medical doctor, no military status, just ordinary work.

The hospital’s treatment was okay. She wanted to assign her a place of residence, but she was not used to it, and she was free to go out, so she rented a two-bedroom, one-bedroom house with friends who opened a cake shop nearby. Same as normal commuting.

Today she is in a good mood.

Knowing that the hospital will send a group of doctors to cooperate with an armored infantry battalion in exercises, she has been fighting for it. Fortunately, just today, she finally got the opportunity.

In the afternoon, the hospital informed her of the meeting for this matter, to determine the final list of personnel, and to allow them to do some preparations.

The hair was surrounded by a shower cap. Shang Ru was lying on the bed in light pajamas, leaning on a pillow behind him, a pillow in his arms, and holding a mobile phone to send messages among the three people.

Shang Ru: I can finally see the troops' exercises with my own eyes.

Shang Ru: [Victory] [Victory] [Victory]

Zhu Qingwan: I can’t figure out why you have to run in a place where the bird doesn’t shit. With your ability, you can find a hospital in Beijing to work. Isn’t it more comfortable than in that ghost place?

Pan Qiang: Didn’t she all say that she was crazy, and she ran to the idol with a single mind.

Zhu Qingwan: Didn’t all the idols mix pigs in the army? [呲牙][呲牙]

Pan Qiang: @尚茹, little fool, now I regret it. Idols have to be separated by hundreds of thousands of miles. The more they understand, the more she feels like that. Mo Shangjun likes to pretend when he is in school. I am afraid that mysterious identity background and learning ability are all pretended to fool people. Just believe it.

Zhu Qingwan: I feel really. At that time, she didn't often skip school, and her working style was not the same as her peers. Over time, there was a layer of aura, and she was wearing filters when she saw her. A really good person should be excellent everywhere. She really wants to take care of all the auras. How can she not even buy a cake?

Shang Ru, who originally wanted to express her inner joy, just typed a line and glimpsed the message that popped up in the dialog box. She felt like she was blocked with cotton balls, and suddenly she was not happy. She would type the line one by one. Deleted.

Zhu Qingwan and Pan Qiang are friends that Shang Ru met in high school, because the relationship was good at the beginning, and they have kept in touch until now.

Shangru always talked to them about anything, and it became a habit unconsciously.

After thinking about it, Shang Ru made a speech.

Shang Ru: I seem to have made a mistake. She should not work in a cooking class, but in an ordinary company.

Zhu Qingwan: Poof, is there any difference? Not all the same. Which military school graduated, was not assigned to the ordinary company work?

Pan Qiang: Didn’t you say you were disappointed yesterday? Feel the effort to feed the dog. You said that you were completely de-powdered, and you were so angry that you were complaining among the classmates. Just one day later, you thought about speaking for her?

Zhu Qingwan: Yeah, what if the good powder turns black, can't you be firm?

Shang Ru did not return any news.

Pan Qiang and Zhu Qingwan chatted on their own. Shang Ru looked upset and threw the phone aside.

As Pan Qiang and Zhu Qingwan said, she used to be a "fan" of Mo Shangyun.

That was a long time ago.

She once thought that the omnipotent ink on Yun, just like ordinary people at present, has nothing special, so she inevitably has a strong sense of difference.

When she was young, her appearance, family background, and talents were not bad, but due to family education problems, she once felt inferior. The results were quite satisfactory. Until the third year of high school, she didn't seriously think about her future.

At that time, Mo Shangjun had always been a popular figure in the school. When she was in the third grade, she was assigned to a class with Mo Shangjun. In fact, she rarely saw Mo Shangyun-this person rarely appeared in the third grade. school. Legend has it that the school and her parents have an agreement, as long as she does not provoke trouble, the school will not control her.

Shang Rutong had contacted Mo Shangyun three times in total.

The first time was when she passed by the school basketball court holding the book. When a basketball was about to hit her, the ink passing by the same way stopped quickly, and then laughed and scolded the group of players to be careful, everyone She listened to her and lined up one after another to apologize to her.

She was flattered.

That is respectful treatment that has never been done before.

The second time, when a boy confessed to her and was refused, he did not know what psychology the other party was trying to find fault with. When he stopped her on the way back from school, he happened to meet Mo Shangyun at the bus stop and others. When the boy and the person brought by him touched her, Mo Shangyun appeared holding a can, and a can was smashed into the back of the boy's head, and then directly performed the magical magic of "remove the human arm and connect it" , The other side wailed with pain, and then saw that she was hiding.

She was dumbfounded.

It was thrilling like never before.

She stood so blankly, watching the group of boys clearly seeing Mo Shangyun's fear and fleeing away, watching a handsome young man coming, calling her'Mo Er', close relationship, and then watching As they both said something she didn't understand, they left side by side, making people yearn for.

The unrestrained youthful appearance is enough for her to remember for many years.

The third time was a very calm little thing.

When Mo Shangyun passed by her desk, she gave her a bottle of drink, saying it was too much.

She hadn't had time to thank her, and Mo Shangyun disappeared.

but--

Mo Shangyun now does not remember her.

She even felt that Mo Moun had not remembered her before.

It is undeniable that she chose to study medicine after she learned that Mo Shangyun reported to the military academy to make a decision.

She was looking forward to that kind of ink painting.

Freedom, confidence, and publicity, in his childhood impression, Mo Shangyun was almost omnipotent.

For many years to come, no news has been written on Yun, and the longing for and worship of a person is not enough for her to survive the boring and boring reading time.

The nights of staying up late to review and read books, her dream of Mo Shangyun was also exhausted. Many times she complained to her friends, why did she impulsively study medicine for Mo Shangyun, and why she wanted nothingness And wronged myself...

Difficult learning experience, increasingly haggard appearance and unintentional business dressing, the ridiculous remarks of those bright peers and friends of other majors...

The negative emotions formed by these backlogs made Mo Shangyun's image no longer so tall in her heart, and she even had a grudge.

However, as she was approaching graduation, she still chose to go to a military hospital 180,000 miles away from home among many choices.

She thought that even if Mo Shangyun was no longer her longing, she wanted to see what a real soldier looks like.

She is still young and affordable.

The ghost messenger ran here, and the result was disappointed by reality...

Fantasy and reality are quite different.

The soldiers she thinks about, that is, ordinary people, like everyone else, are nothing unusual.

Speak swear words, smoke and drink, fight impulsively...

Expectations and fantasies are exhausted a little bit. I don't know when she will see numbness when she sees the military uniform again. Sometimes they don’t even have the patience to face the rude and brutal soldiers.

Until a while ago, Peng Yuqiu and Mucheng were hospitalized. They were handsome, optimistic and self-cultivated. They were in contact with them, which mobilized those expectations that she once had for soldiers.

Then she met Ji Zhou again...

The gentle, modest and kind officer.

Thinking of Ji Zhou, Shang Ru's inner irritability, depression, and dissipation suddenly dissipated a lot. She picked up her phone again, found Ji Zhou's name, and opened the dialog box.

*

The phone on the table vibrated.

Then, the screen lights up.

Tang poetry, who was looking through the information, inevitably glanced up.

This was a subconscious act, but after glimpsing the name "Shang Ru", she suddenly stopped looking, and she couldn't help but look at it twice.

Shang Ru: Sir Ji, are you free?

Six words.

Tang Shi stared at the screen darkly, and then continued to stare to see if the screen would light up.

Halfway, Tang Shi heard the footsteps coming from behind, and immediately with some confusion, he looked back, and bit his lip when he bowed his head.

The footsteps were getting closer.

Xin'er is playing drums, and he can't stop feeling guilty.

When Ji Zhou walked past her, he asked by the way, "Do you have any questions?"

"Ah, no."

Tang Shi raised his eyes subconsciously and answered.

Because the mood is uncontrollably tense, the voice is a little fluttering when speaking.

Ji Zhou looked down at her strangely.

Tang Shi quickly bowed his head.

Her dark eyes rolled, and her eyes didn't know where to go, her fingers holding the pen tightened slightly, and the small movements were quite obvious.

"Oh."

Ji Zhou responded and sat down opposite her.

There was an extra figure in the field of vision. Tang Shi raised his eyes unconsciously. He wanted to take a glance and then moved away. He didn't expect this to be just the sight of Shang Jizhou.

Ji Zhou's expression was gentle, his eyes were smiling, and the light and soothing smile was not very obvious.

In this way, Tang Shi was a little embarrassed like a student who was caught cheating, his ears were red and pink and tender.

It was really difficult to look at him, Tang Shi bowed his head in frustration, so that his eyes were full of information.

The materials are all square words, and she knows every word, but when she puts it together, she has no idea what it means.

In particular, she noticed the two senses of sight that seemed to have been falling on her.

This made her feel more stressed.

Inhale deeply and spit out slowly.

It took so long to train in Mo Shangjun's hands, Tang Shi dared to adjust his unstable thoughts, let his nerves tightly enter the state of preparation, but calmed down slowly.

The heart that had previously disturbed and beating gradually stabilized; the blush on the cheeks and ear roots also faded at a visible rate.

Tang Shi felt that he should say something.

Simply, she put the pen down, looked away from the data, and looked up at Ji Zhou sitting opposite.

"Mr. Ji, what's the matter Brother Yan looking for you?" After exhaling, Tang Shi asked seriously.

The women's second team generally followed Mo Shangyun's shouting.

Because they are all students of the same class, Mo Shangjun is called Yange, Duange or something. They generally call with Mo Shangyun.

A few minutes ago, Yan Jinzhao suddenly appeared in the library and came to find Ji Zhou.

Words are the same indifferent face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and the same expressions apply to major and minor matters.

Therefore, Tang poetry is not easy to judge by Yan Jin's face at that time.

——But it doesn’t matter. She just wanted to find a topic to ease the current atmosphere.

"A little thing."

Ji Zhou answered with a chuckle.

As if thinking of something, Ji Zhou raised his hand to pick up the phone on the table.

Tang Shi's heart tightened abruptly.

As soon as the screen lit up, Ji Zhou inevitably saw the news from Shang Ru. He somehow suddenly looked at Tang Shi.

I don't know if it was the illusion of Tang poetry, she seemed to see the taste of "a sudden" in Ji Zhou's eyes.

Seems to understand what.

This embarrassed Tang Shi.