Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"Mo Shangyun, when will Instructor Yan return?"

An unintentional question asked the group members who were present to stop eating in tacit agreement. small

A pair of eyes, both deliberately and unintentionally looked at the ink.

Especially An Chen.

Everyone knows that the relationship between Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing is definitely not as simple as that of ordinary instructors and students.

Yan Gui has seen Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing serve as instructors together.

Lin Qi has seen Yan Tianxing come to the company many times to find Mo Shangyun.

Duan Zimu couldn't be more clear about training instructors next month.

Only An Chen knows nothing about the relationship between Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing, and when Liang Zhiqiong asked so straightforwardly, he was obviously saying that Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing had an unusual relationship.

Liang Zhiqiong just asked casually, but felt the atmosphere was not right, and slowly realized the problem.

"do not know."

Mo Shangyun responded faintly, eating his last bun.

"That's right," Yan Gui shrugged and came out to make a siege. "How can Mo Mo know about Instructor Yan?"

"Don't she come very close to the instructors," Liang Zhiqiong calmed down, taking for granted, "just ask."

In fact, she just wanted to know when Yan Tianxing would come back and be able to treat Yuqiu Qiuqiu well.

She was so mad.

Just looking for him, he threatened her with a snake, and "Comrade Liang Zhiqiong" bit by bit could not pull the relationship further.

"After eating, you continue."

After finishing the last porridge, Mo Shangyun stood up.

After that, he took the plastic garbage on the table and left the place.

Her every move attracted the attention of the rest of the table, but no one stopped her. At best, she said goodbye to her and watched her leave.

*

Eight o'clock.

In the student's guess, the so-called classrooms should be arranged temporarily-after all, the camps are built temporarily. Therefore, the imaginary classroom environment should be very poor.

However, this time it was not as they thought.

There is a small bungalow about two kilometers from the camp.

The house is not big, but it is very clean. There are several rooms, the largest one in the middle, with tables and chairs, a total of three rows, three positions in the left and right rows, six positions in the middle row, two aisles in the middle , The seats are brand new.

At a glance, it is estimated that there are about 150 positions.

The imagination of the students sitting on the floor, the difficult teaching environment, turned into a bubble phantom at the moment when they saw the classroom.

"One requirement, each group sits next to each other."

Before entering the door, Peng Yuqiu holding the textbook pushed the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose and gave them an explanation.

Then, he first walked into the classroom and came to the podium.

The students who lined up into the classroom orderly selected their seats in an orderly manner. No one clamored loudly and there was no quarrel or clamor. After choosing a location, each group chose a seat and sat down.

As a member of the 21st group, Mo Shangyun and others came to the end.

First row, tenth position back.

An Chen, Lin Qi and Ni Jie sat in the front row, and Mo Shangyun sat behind the window, and to the right was Duan Zimu and Yangui.

In their place, a notebook and two signature pens were all assigned.

On the podium, Peng Yuqiu was dressed as a textbook teacher. He slowly opened the multimedia and inserted the U disk. Until the beginning of the lecture, he did not open the textbook about wild survival in his hand.

The students concerned about this point are silently silent.

This Peng instructor...hey, it's quite interesting.

"Today, we are talking about food. In the wild, food is essential..."

Peng Yuqiu started today's lecture on the podium.

In the back row, Mo Shangjun played the sign pen indifferently, resting his left elbow on the table with his finger against his chin, and his eyes fell as far as possible on the screen in front.

However, when other students are concentrating on taking notes, she is alone and in a state of wandering.

A pen, except for writing his name on a notebook, is blank.

"Do you want to sleep?"

On the side of the ear, a soft voice came suddenly.

When the signature pen turned between the fingers, Mo Shangyun slightly tilted his head, and his eyes slammed into a pair of good-looking Dan Feng's eyes. Through his deep eyes, he could clearly see himself at the moment.

There is no such thing as listening to the class seriously, and even a little irritability faintly appears in the eyebrows, making it difficult to calm down.

The gaze shifted slightly, and Mo Shangyun saw Duanzi Mu's gentle eyebrows and a frivolous smile.

"give."

Not waiting for Mo Shangjun to answer, Duan Zimu put his left hand on the table, just like a pair of dedication to her as a pillow.

After looking at him, and then at the arm, Mo Shangyun fell backwards, leaning on the back table, lazily, "not sleeping."

That being said, sitting here idly, nothing distracting, the sleepiness can't stop.

Holding a ball of unknown fire in his heart, Mo Shangyun became more and more irritable, but did not show too much.

Duan Zimu stared at her for a moment.

Slightly pale face, two brows frowned unconsciously, always calm and clear eyes, at this time there was a little boredom hidden.

If you do not look carefully, you will certainly not notice it.

However, Mo Shangyun was very close to him and was used to her breath of convergence. At this moment, even if there was a little something wrong, she could easily detect it.

Mo Shangyun swept his eyes in warning.

Waner chuckled, Duan Zimu turned his gaze back.

*

Eleven o'clock.

Mucheng and Xiao Chuyun came to the back door to see the situation.

The back door was wide open, and the appearance of the two of them can be said that there was no movement. However, the two of them stood still and saw at one glance not Peng Yuqiu, who was concentrating on the lecture, but Mo Shuijun, who was bored in the back row and went to bed.

When others were struggling to write a book, Mo Shangyun leaned back, playing with a signature pen, looking up slightly at the multimedia screen, and wondering if he was attending a class.

Seeing this, Mucheng couldn't help but support.

Fortunately, he was able to leave before dark, otherwise he had to study with Peng Yuqiu how to correct Mo Shangyun's attitude.

"When will the captain come back?" Xiao Chuyun asked.

"It was originally tonight," Mu Cheng said. "However, Yanzi said he changed the flight and it should be earlier. The exact time, I am not very clear."

"Huh." Xiao Chuyun nodded slightly.

Immediately, Xiao Chuyun asked again: "This Mo Shangyun has always been like this?"

"I don't know, this is the first time I have seen her in class." Mu Cheng was helpless.

Xiao Chuyun looked at Mo Shangyun.

Seemingly perceptive, Mo Shangyun played with the pen, and then turned his head. At that moment, his fierce eyes were swept, and his murderous eyes were impinged, and he suddenly collided with Xiao Chuyun's eyes.

Instant confrontation.

Soon, a figure stood outside the window, and the shadow spilled through the window and spilled onto the desk.

Mo Shangyun quickly withdrew his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and swept towards the person outside the window.

This look was stunned.

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