Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Zhong Tianhao's compartment is unknown. Therefore, Mo Shangyun's compartment has already dumped the pan without pressure.

It was a temporary decision made by Mo Shangyun that the lawless little cubs of Group B were handed over to Zhong Tianhao for training.

There is no hatred to be reported as a gentleman.

Zhong Tianhao, the demon instructor, tortured them, so good resources, don't do nothing.

Mo Shangyun escaped this night training very happily.

Then, went back to his office.

Ji Ruonan and Duan Zimu were not there. The office lights were not turned on. After Mo Shangjun entered the door, he turned on the lights, closed the door, and came to his desk.

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

Just sitting down, I heard the door knocked.

Mo Shangjun took a folder, then swept the door, and said lazily, "Come in."

As soon as the voice fell, the door was pushed open.

Halfway through, Yan Tianxing walked in directly, followed by the sound of the door being closed.

Mo Shangyun glanced at Yan Tianxing's straight figure, withdrawing his gaze slightly.

After that, he took out his mobile phone generously.

She asked: "Instructor Yan, is there something wrong?"

Yan Tianxing approached and saw the phone in Mo Shangjun's hand.

In front of him, no one is playing with the phone, really used to her.

"Come and see how my instructor became an addicted girl." Yan Tianxing took the word intentionally.

Mo Shangyun raised his head slightly, facing Yan Tianxing's helpless gaze.

Yan Tianxing reached out his hand and put a bottle of safflower oil on the table.

"What's the point?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, teasing slightly, "I'm injured, do you need to wipe it?"

Yan Tianxing put his hand in his trousers pocket and looked at her condescendingly, with a faint expression of concern in his eyebrows, but when he spoke, he said: "I heard that my instructor's horse had lost its feet and was tossed by his trainees and came over specially. Condolences condolences."

Mo Shangyun: "..."

Damn, which pot is not open.

After a while, Mo Shangyun seemed to be okay, and calmly met Yan Tianxing's sight, "Thank you. Where did you hear this?"

Yan Tianxing hooked his lips and said truthfully: "I know everything everywhere."

The corner of the mouth of the ink is drawn slightly.

Forgetting so many mouths in group B, one sentence per person, this deed will allow them to spread the entire base.

"Look."

Yan Tianxing tapped his finger on the table, with a sense of urgency and reminder.

Mo Shangyun leaned back on the chair and said extremely casually, "It's okay."

I was crushed, just like she was seriously injured, something was wrong.

Yan Tianxing was too lazy to listen to her more, and grabbed her right elbow directly. "If you have anything to see, you will know."

Then she pulled up her sleeve.

Mo Shangyun subconsciously wanted to break free of her hand, but her move was already in the expectation of Yan Tianxing. She grasped her elbow tightly and moved her sleeves quickly, the half elbow immediately Come into view.

The elbows hidden under the sleeves for most of the year have few chances of being exposed to the sun and the skin is tender and fair.

At this moment, there was a large bruise on the fair skin, and on the side outside, there was a scar that had been scarred by the branches.

New bruises, old scratches.

Yan Tian Xing Guang glanced, then frowned tightly.

Unsurprisingly, Mo Shangyun should have many scars on his body.

Perennial training, various dangerous items, even if it is bumped a little, skin like Mo Shangjun is prone to injury.

I wanted to send a bottle of safflower oil to let her pay attention to it later, but seeing this half-elbow, Yan Tianxing's expression sank.

"Little things."

Noting Yan Tianxing's expression, Mo Shangyun said leisurely, and he no longer broke away from his half elbow, but stretched out his left hand to pick up the bottle of safflower oil on the table.

Subsequently, the safflower oil was thrown and thrown to Yan Tianxing.

"Well."

Yan Tianxing subconsciously caught it in the air.

As soon as the safflower oil fell into his hands, Mo Shangyun pointed to his elbow and said generously: "Give you a chance to be attentive."

Yan Tian Xing was smirked by her, grinded out the gruesome three words from the teeth, "Thank you."

"Yes."

Mo Shangyun took the speech slowly and reasonably.

Yan Tianxing angrily tapped her head with her finger.

Mo Shangyun frowned, and swept her elbow towards Yan Tianxing. Without thinking of Yan Tianxing's quick eyes, she successfully avoided her tricks.

Turning sideways, Yan Tianxing carried Duan Zimu's office chair over and then sat down beside Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangjun gave him his right hand, picked up the phone in his left, and opened WeChat to open the latest news.

Yan Tianxing suffocated her elbow with safflower oil.

While smearing, I did not forget to ask: "Where did you fall?"

"waist."

Mo Shangjun simply answered.

When I was overwhelmed, my waist hit a stone, and my skin was a little bit worn, and it still hurts.

But it didn't hurt the bone, it wasn't a big deal.

Compared with the batch of trainees who were injured during the training, her minor injuries were simply a big deal.

It's just that it hurts... there's so little injustice.

"Is it convenient?" Yan Tian paused, staring at her.

Mo Shangyun opened a dialog with Si Sheng, then tilted his head, raised an eyebrow at Yan Tianxing, and asked, "What do you say?"

Yan Tianxing had no choice but to say: "Is it heavy?"

"not heavy."

Mo Shangyun withdrew his gaze and answered casually.

Her finger points to the picture sent by Si Sheng.

The picture is very long, telling a short story in the form of a comic.

A total of 12 pictures, most of which appeared tofu shop, a few of them were scenes where Si Sheng filmed, and two of them were the scenery that Si Sheng went out to see.

The text is very simple, basically the address and time.

——Every Labor Day of the year, Mo Shangjun will receive similar articles.

By now, it has been almost five years.

This is the order of her grandfather and old man Cen.

Since Mo Shangyun, who was 15 years old, no longer studied martial arts with Grandpa, Mo Shangjun basically had zero contact with Si Sheng. Three years later, Si Sheng was successfully sent out. Grandpa suddenly contacted her, allowing her to contact Si Sheng more, and also Instruct Si Sheng to give Mo Shangyun a summary of where he went and what he did every year.

Grandpa rest assured that Si Sheng.

Mo Shangyun also knows the reason, because Si Sheng is a strange person. According to her mother’s evaluation, if Si Sheng develops in a good direction, it will be unrestrained and smart. If you accidentally go wrong, then Maybe you can do nothing without evil, and do something that is utterly innocent.

That is a person who will not be bound by any rules and regulations.

In other words, as long as she wants, everything can be done.

All in all, since Si Sheng has been a teacher, he has always listened to Grandpa Cen's words, and chooses to sum up the ink on May Day every year-so people are lazy and have no ability to sum up, so they follow Mo Shangjun in the form of painting. Something wrong.

Mo Shangyun has received Si Sheng's Xiao En Xiao Hui, if he has time, he will summarize according to her pictures, and then report to Cen Wai Gong, so as not to worry about the old man at home.

After returning to [Received] Si Sheng who commented on "Tofu Xishi", Mo Shangyun saved the picture.

Let's summarize after applying the medicine.

Thinking about this, Mo Shangjun threw the phone aside.

"Tofu Xishi?"

Yan Tianxing, who applied her bruises with safflower oil, accidentally glanced at the phone screen.

Mo Shangyun gave him a slanted look, without concealing, "Si Sheng, the one who sells tofu."

Yan Tianxing put down her sleeve.

After thinking for a while, I remembered "the one who sells tofu brains".

The martial arts stars with poor acting skills put a wonderful flower of at least one-third of white sugar in the birthday gift (tofu brain) sent to the ink.

Yan Tianxing nodded slightly and then asked, "What about the other hand?"

"Not hurt."

Mo Shangyun shook his left hand, indicating that there was no injury.

However, just wanting to let go, he was caught by Yan Tianxing again.

Without saying anything, Yan Tianxing directly pulled up her left sleeve.

I wanted to confirm this, but at this point of view, Yan Tianxing's face collapsed completely.

A long scar, scratched from the inside of the elbow, has been completely healed. The scar is the same color as the skin and cannot be recognized at first glance.

As if, this long scar has been around for a while.

If Yan Tianxing remembered correctly, he had seen a knife wound on Mo Shangyun's shoulder before, which was much more serious than this.

After frowning for two seconds, Yan Tianxing seemed to smile, with a bit of sarcasm in his words, "Instructor Mo, you are not a long soldier, you are in good condition. There are more."

Hearing Yan Tianxing's weird tone, Mo Shangyun frowned lightly, freed his hands, and then slowly put his sleeves down.

"If this is a testimonial, I accept it."

Mo Shangyun said that the clouds are light and windy, and obviously he does not want to explain this to Yan Tianxing.