Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Mo Shangyun finally left.

Suddenly, the equipment room was boiling.

The curse words blurted out.

"Xu Paichang, can you reveal the answer in advance while she is away?" Ding Jing raised his hand.

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

As soon as she finished speaking, the other two instructors straightened their faces, and Xu Paichang had a good temper, but his expression was obviously embarrassing.

This is the person they have seen, the most direct and the most straightforward to express their thoughts.

If you put them in the company, it is estimated that you will be able to carry them for ideological education long ago, but... in the face of this group of "guests", it is clear that they cannot come hard.

After all, it was a third-rank noncommissioned officer who had been in the army for many years.

With a sigh in his heart, Xu Paichang converged with a relaxed expression, put on a serious expression, and said with a black face, "I'm afraid this won't work."

At this time, the two people in the same group as Ding Jing's Baili Showa You Nianyu also pulled her a bit, instructing her to "don't die."

Ding Jing shrugged.

She didn't think there was anything, but the atmosphere was weird, so that's all.

"Hey, isn't that a cookie?"

Liang Zhiqiong's sudden voice successfully diverted their attention.

As soon as she mentioned ‘small cookies’, everyone knew who she was talking about.

Shangru.

Liang Zhiqiong doesn't like Shang Ru. When she was harassed by her before, Liang Zhiqiong always talked about her.

After Shang Ru appeared at the Mid-Autumn Festival, they all had a certain impression of Shang Ru.

——Not as disgusting as Liang Zhiqiong described, but obviously they are not the same as them.

That's all.

But Liang Zhiqiong suddenly mentioned that everyone was interested and looked in the direction pointed by Liang Zhiqiong.

Mo Shangyun did not close the door when he left, so the door was open. Through the open door, they could see the training ground outside.

A group of recruits without badges, a few doctors in white coats, and supplies such as stretchers and bandages.

The platoon leader Xu did not know who they were referring to, but when they focused their attention on that group of people, they explained: "We have been popularizing first aid knowledge recently. They came from a nearby military hospital and came to help. Today is for recruits. Class."

Then he turned around and asked them, "Do you know anyone?"

"Well, just that big wave." Liang Zhiqiong responded not very enthusiastically.

Xu Paichang glanced and noticed the only female doctor among them.

She is talking to a group of people about the technical essentials, half-squatted, holding a bandage in her hand, and pointing at the ‘wounded person’ lying on the ground. Her wavy volume was tied up, revealing a small half of her face, and sweat beads penetrated and slipped. She looked attentive and serious, but also took a little gentleness and fell generously.

Uh……

A little familiar.

*

at noon.

Company commander's office.

Ning Jie seriously looked at the assessment records in the camp a few days ago.

Three companies, three rows, plus a cooking class, a total of 98 people. He knew every warrior. Even the first batch of recruits, he had more than half of them familiar.

These people who come and go will always have a period of time, leaving an impression, memory, and name in his heart.

Looking at the results, Ning Jie couldn't help the "guests" today when there was a pause.

It is said to be "special forces".

Although, it looks really different.

"Still busy?"

When the instructor passed by, he glanced in and stopped and knocked on the door.

Recovering from his short thoughts, Ning Jie looked down at the watch.

"Huh." Ning Jie nodded slightly, Mei Yu locked tightly.

"All the Mulan are here?"

"Ok."

"How is it," the instructor asked curiously, "I heard that he is young and has a high rank."

"Ok."

Ning Jie answered again.

"..."

The instructor had nothing to say, watching him quietly.

After being stared at him for a moment, Ning Jie continued: "There is no order. However, everyone is good. Not proud, no shelf, very easy-going."

They once received some male special combat team members.

It should not be that team.

That group of people... was more tossing. When they first arrived, the special forces and company fighters, no one looked down on anyone, and they could breathe fire if they didn't agree. It was young and vigorous, so if you didn’t deal with it in two or two sentences, you would make an appointment...

All in all, there are some pleasant experiences.

However, the order and professional qualities of the other party's soldiers really convinced a group of people.

It is undeniable that there is still a certain gap between their ordinary company and the real special team members.

"That's okay." The instructor nodded, "Thank you anyway if you don't cause trouble."

"Ok."

The instructor asked: "Do you want to eat together?"

"I almost finished reading a few pages."

"The food will be cold again."

"It's not cold, it's okay." Ning Jie said.

Knowing that he was not enough, the instructor shook his head and sighed softly. He explained that he would go to dinner early, otherwise his stomach would have problems sooner or later, and then he left.

Ning Jie gathered his thoughts and looked down at the assessment data.

However, in less than two minutes, another shadow appeared at the door.

In a moment of looking up, Ning Jie said: "There are--"

The word ‘thing’ was swallowed forcibly when I saw the person standing at the door.

"Hi!"

Ding Jing leaned against the door, trying to show a friendly smile, while raising his right hand and shaking slightly towards him.

Ning Jie: "..." seems familiar.

The only Tier 3 sergeant impressed him...

After all, this man's military age seemed to match him, but it was only in his early twenties.

The appearance is also the kind that makes people impressed at a glance.

But what is she doing here?

Ning Jie froze for a moment.

"Hi?"

After a pause of two seconds, Ding Jing saw that he did not respond, so he uttered again to find himself a presence.

While waving his hand, he also made himself laugh more and more'friendly'.

Smile like this...Is it a little bit reaction?

In a trance, it seems that Ning Jie, who saw the'villain yayaxiao', is in a somewhat complicated mood.

Ning Jie asked seriously, "Is there anything wrong?"

A serious, official business.

Ding Jing felt that this person was a little difficult, but after thinking about it for a while, he decided to give it a try, so after casually glancing at the empty corridor, Tong Ningjie asked, "Can I come in and talk?"

"Please come in."

Ning Jie spit out two words.

As soon as he spoke, Ding Jing hurried in and raised his hand to close the door.

Seeing that the door was half closed, Ning Jie reacted immediately and said quickly: "No need to close the door!"

In response to him, the door was closed bang.

"Uh."

Standing still, Ding Jing glanced at his first paw, and then at Ning Jie with his eyebrows locked...

Ok.

She gave back half a step.

Ding Jing went to grab the door handle, but as soon as the door was opened, the handle was released from the door lock.

"You lock..." Ding Jing looked at the handle in his hand awkwardly, "The quality is not very good."

Ning Jie: "..."

Sitting on the office chair, after a pause of three seconds, Ning Jie took the key from the drawer, got up and walked over, inserted the key into the lock hole and opened the door lock.

He pulled the door open to the maximum, keeping it close to the wall.

Only then.

Ding Jing, who was on the side of the pestle, raised his hand and scratched his nose, and looked at the company commander who was indeed correct. He said, "This comrade, you make me think I am very interesting to you."

This straightforward statement made Ning Jie stunned, but then he looked at Ding Jing seriously and explained: "Sorry, this is the rule."

"..."

Ding Jing choked with blood in his throat, neither spray nor swallow.

How can we be so accommodating?

If she said something "bright and upright", she would not close the door!

For the sake of asking for things... she endured.

"Yes, just leave it on, it's not a shameful thing." Ding Jing waved his hand and walked into the office.

For some reason, the ‘invisible things’ in her mouth made Ning Jie feel nervous.

It seemed to walk casually to the desk.

In just a few seconds, Ding Jing's eyes quickly swept away, skipping every document on the table, but did not find his target, Ding Jing frowned subconsciously.

"can I help you?"

Ning Jie came over with a stale tone and tried to be polite.

Ding Jing hesitated, glanced at his eyes, and accidentally fell on the document he was looking at, then stayed a few more seconds.

"That's the level of your company?" Ding Jing said with a raised eyebrow, but when he saw Ning Jie's serious expression, she realized that her tone was'not so polite', so she turned, "Ah, no , I mean... okay, okay. No, it’s good, compared to a company like you."

Ding Jing tries to make his expressions look sincere and polite.

As everyone knows, they step on the mines everywhere.

In actual action, she buried a whole minefield in just three minutes.

Ning Jie: "..." I suspect you are here to find something, but I have no firm evidence.

Seeing his face getting more and more ugly, Ding Jing was full of doubts and asked tentatively, "Can you see it?"

"...This is not a secret." But when you look so hastily, it is obviously impolite.

"Oh, all right."

Ding Jing was relieved.

——At the very least, he was not angry because she read these assessment results.

Ning Jie looked at her a few times, holding back the flames rising from her heart, walked behind the desk, and sat down on the office chair.

"What's the matter?" Ning Jie asked again, his voice silent.

"Is such that……"

Hinging the chair out of the instep, Ding Jing sat down very casually, but he was hesitant when he opened his mouth, and his eyebrows raised a doubt, and the opposite Ning Jie asked, "Can I sit?"

"……can."

When squeezing the word out of the teeth, Ning Jie was surprised to find that he had so much patience.

Ning Jie sat upright and his waist bar was straight. The words "sit like a clock" were on him, and he played it to the fullest.

In contrast, Ding Jing, who was sitting opposite, was in stark contrast to him.

The sitting position is loose and loose, with the elbow on the table, and the figure leans forward slightly.

Sitting or not sitting.

In addition, she glanced at the door from time to time.

Ning Jie felt that she had almost written the words "I am here to do bad things" on her head.

"I heard that Commander Ning's theoretical knowledge is the most solid." Ding Jing took the aim in his heart and asked as gently as possible.

Such a compliment is equivalent to direct bait.

Ning Jie didn't know what she wanted to do, so she frowned and said, "It's okay."

"You don't have to be polite. Just our team leader, every day boasting about his cleverness—" Habitually want to hurt the ink, but in order to give the other party a good impression, Ding Jing stopped in time, shrugged, and said, " Of course, she is really smart."

"..." Ning Jie didn't know what to say.

Knocked on the table with the door handle, Ding Jing continued: "I heard Xu Paichang said, you know everything about tanks?"

Ning Jie raised her eyebrows for a moment and thought of only one possibility. Then she asked, "Do you have any knowledge that you don't understand?"

"Ouch, too much!" Ding Jing took out the notebook in his pocket and threw it on the desktop. "As for the ones I talked about in the morning, eight of ten points were not remembered, and all my notes were not remembered."

Ning Jie: "..." asked him to make up the class?

Not right.

At first glance, he was the kind of "not easy to get along with", and Ding Jing was assigned to Xiao Xu... Xiao Xu spoke very well. As long as Ding Jing asked, he would certainly be able to squeeze out and give her a lecture.

What does she find herself doing?

mischief?

Ning Jie felt confused.

Here, Ding Jing has been thinking for a long time. I really can't think of a good topic to'exchange feelings'. I guess it's time to touch on the right thing, so I asked: "Lianning Ning, you know that we will have an exam in the afternoon. ?"

"know."

Thin lips pursed, and Ning Jie's alarm rang.

Eyebrows raised, Ding Jing smiled with him and asked: "I heard that the test paper is with you?"

"..."

Ning Jie was silent.

This man's purpose...should not be...

impossible?

This operation is rare everywhere.

Thinking a bit, Ning Jie said: "Are there any problems?"

"Then don't you mind--" Ding Jing's eyes quickly glanced through the door, and then leaned over slightly, staring at Ning Jie seriously, and asked quietly, "Give me a glance?"

She jerked around, startled Ning Jie, and almost backed away.

Anyway, hold it up.

But she was too close, and his vision was almost completely occupied by her face.

Narrow eyes, dark eyes, straight nose bridge, pink lips...

The facial features are not exquisite, but they can be grouped together but they are very eye-catching, and they carry an indescribable sharp and majestic, like a sharpened sword. When it does not hurt people, ordinary people can even approach. Was injured by Jian Qi.

Her skin is pale, unlike the way she was trained by the special operations forces, but her unexpected movements and speed of the unexpected, unpredictable body must be very explosive.

This operation beyond her routine made Ning Jie froze for a while.

why……

When she made such an illegal and unreasonable request, she was calm, calm and taken for granted.

It seems to be just "slightly guilty".

The consternation in my heart accumulates a little, but with the recovery of reason and calmness, the expression on his face is also darkened.

Seeing that his face was not right, Ding Jing sat back and threw the doorknob on the table, "I don't force it, or I will just steal it while you are away."

Ning Jie: "..." She still wants to steal? !