Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

After glancing at the message of Moshuang, Moshangyun realized that something was wrong, and regardless of whether he peeped at others**, he directly clicked on WeChat. —

There is a lot of information.

Jump directly to the dialog box with ink on frost.

Turning forward, the two men with concise words have few chat records. The last chat was still three months ago.

There are four articles just sent.

Ink on Frost: Lend me ink on Jun.

Ink on frost: three days.

Ink on frost: 22, 23, 24.

Ink cream: condition you open.

Since the matter is about himself, Mo Shangyun is not polite. After thinking about it, he began to reply.

Yan Tianxing: Brother.

It took a while to get back to the information.

Mo Shangshuang: It's too early, I can't stand it.

Glancing at these three words, Mo Shangyun froze, wondering if Mo Shangshuang should have misunderstood and couldn't help but laugh.

Without typing, Mo Shangjun directly spoke.

"Brother, what do you do with me?"

"..."

When the voice passed, there was no response for a long time.

Mo Shangyun imagined a black face with ink and frost, and suddenly felt very good.

Instead of putting the phone back, he put it directly on the dining table and sat down aside, starting to write a report.

She is accustomed to writing these, coupled with her understanding of Ni Jie, is very fast.

In less than half an hour, the thousand-word report was completely written, checked twice, and after confirming that there were no typos, clicked Save.

Looking at the phone again, there was a WeChat group message intermittently ringing, and occasionally Mo Shangyun would glance at it, but I didn't click to read it.

I only know--

Group name: one two three four five six seven

The number of group names is seven, and the total number is "8".

There are several people who are not on the same line, and they are intermittently brushing messages similar to "Yan Tianxing's words".

In addition, the ink on the frost never returned.

Mo Shangyun looked at his watch.

12:35.

She picked up her phone and was ready to play games for a while, but as soon as she got her hand, she heard footsteps from outside the door.

The pace is steady and slow, and you know who it is when you hear it.

When looking up, the finger that touched the screen of the mobile phone moved a little, and clicked on the WeChat message. The screen smoothly transformed into a WeChat interface and entered a group of 1,234,567.

Afterglow in the corner of the eye noticed that the screen flickered, and Mo Shangyun lowered his eyelids and swept the phone screen.

Uncomfortable, see a message jumped out.

——Mo Shangshuang, old ink, do you want someone in Yan Ye’s hands?

There is no display in the group to display the nicknames of the group members, and Mo Shangyun can't see the other party's name, but the name "Old Mo"... It is estimated that Mo Shangshuang's friend is still not afraid of death.

Thinking about it, Yan Tianxing had entered the door and glanced inside the room.

At first glance, I saw Mo Shangyun sitting in his usual position, holding a mobile phone in his hand, slightly frowning and thinking, without wearing a training cap, a slightly longer hair fell down, covering a small half of his face, lining The facial features are getting smaller and more refined.

At the second glance, I saw the untouched meals on the table, and the laptop that Mo Shangyun had opened at hand.

Did not eat, but wrote the report first.

Yan Tianxing was stunned for a while.

"What is my brother looking for you?"

Twist his eyebrows, Mo Shangjun raised his head and asked Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tian Xing paused, and thought of something, then immediately smiled.

"Let you do three days of coolie."

Without hurrying, Yan Tian Xing said quietly.

"Oh?"

Mo Shangyun raised her eyelids, and the phone turned around her fingertips.

She is here to assess training, Mo Shangshuang let her do the coolie?

"Speech, prepare for recruiting." Yan Tianxing answered simply.

"..."

Mo Shangyun knew instantly.

He is really a brother, he is good at this kind of thing, so he thought of finding her...

"Go?" Yan Tianxing lowered his eyelids and asked in a low voice.

"Don't go."

Mo Shangyun refused any pause.

For the assessment, Yan Tianxing estimated that there was a way to help her cover. However, she traveled with the instructor all over the country, and she listened to the lectures in various ways. She did not have any good feelings about such boring things.

Although she is accustomed to the guidance and lectures of the tutor, she can do it herself even when she is in battle, but it is better to refuse things that she can refuse. Furthermore, there is no psychological pressure to refuse such a thing.

Yan Tianxing chuckled softly, "Well, I didn't want to borrow it."

Mo Shangyun touched his nose.

After a moment, ignoring Yan Tianxing's meaningful words, he asked directly, "How did you think of me?"

His eyes flashed slightly, Yan Tian Xing just wanted to speak, and when he saw the news emerging from the WeChat group, he raised his eyebrows, "See for yourself."

Mo Shangyun looked down.

——Depending on the situation, there should be none.

——Isn’t it a student recommended by Fan Lao? Just say chant, why not?

——Do you know who the student Fan said?

--Who?

——She called, Mo Shangyun.

——The younger sister of Mo Shao's family who saw the dragon before her head?

—Yes, sister.

——……Second.

Mo Shangyun looked at the suddenly active group and threw the phone directly to Yan Tianxing.

Then stand up.

"The dishes are a bit cold. Let me warm it up." Mo Shangyun said blankly.

Yan Tianxing looked at her speechlessly funny.

This old fan, quite like selling betrayal.

but--

Glancing at the food on the table, Yan Tianxing asked with interest: "Are you coming?"

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun waved his hand, indicating that he could.

The corner of the lips gently evoked the delicate arc, and Yan Tianxing nodded slightly, "Okay."

Ignoring him, Mo Shangjun took the food and went to heat.

Looking at her busy figure, there is no feeling of being a little clumsy, not panicking, orderly, and even a hot dish is also a arrogant posture.

Yan Tianxing withdrew his eyes and looked down at the phone.

First browse the next group of news.

There are some people in the group who have known each other for a few years. They are all soldiers, but they are scattered throughout the country. They are all occupied by land, sea and air, and they are engaged in research and teaching.

Of course, he doesn't like groups, noisy.

So this time, it was pulled in.

In the group, two words were returned: back.

Then, before those messages jump in, the second retreats.

Immediately after seeing Mo Shangshuang's information, I clicked on it and noticed the following two replies. Yan Tianxing listened to the voice.

After listening, I couldn't help laughing.

Mo Shangjun also heard the voice over there, and the movement of cooking suddenly paused, glancing at this side.

It happened to meet Yan Tianxing's sight.

He was not guilty, Mo Shangyun shrugged frankly, "The report is ready."

Taking the mobile phone and replying, Yan Tianxing didn't mean to pursue it. His eyes flashed a light smile, and then he replied with Moshuangshuang.

——Do not borrow.

After replying, exit WeChat.

Putting the phone away, Yan Tianxing walked to the side and sat down, brought the laptop over and roughly browsed the report written by Xia Mo Shang Yun.

This is a random browse, but after reading it, I carefully read it a second time.

In the report, Mo Shangjun's analysis of Ni Gu is very thorough. He described his character in detail one by one, affirming the advantages, but also denying the shortcomings. According to what Ni Jie did, analyze the shortcomings, the sentences are reasonable, there is no one Word nonsense.

Enough to let people negate Ni Jie after reading it.

"All right."

Just after reading the second time, Mo Shangyun brought the food up.

The hot dishes, as well as the steamed white rice, also steamed up when they were served.

Looking at the time, it's past.

Yan Tianxing's gaze paused on two dishes and a bowl of soup.

Two stir-fried dishes are okay, but a bowl of kelp tofu soup can't bear to look straight. Most of the boxy tofu is broken into tofu flowers, and the other half is still struggling in the soup.

Kicked off the stool, Mo Shangjun sat down next to him, and squinted him, "Ugly is ugly, but you can eat it."