Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The composition of Si Sheng's photos is still messy.

It was a street, many people, messy, everything.

However, with just one glance, Mo Shangyun ignored the composition and many pedestrian debris, and fell on the man who did not turn back.

Wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a black trench coat, only half of the handsome face. The sharp eyes hide the murderousness at any time, and the lip line with a good curvature is slightly tight.

In the picture, it is clearly the most overlooked corner, because he stands there, but it is very conspicuous.

It should be an extremely familiar face, which at the moment is inexplicably strange. Mo Shangyun thought about it carefully, and then suddenly thought of some memories, but soon, and gradually sank.

After two seconds, the pupil on the ink shrunk, even though the expression was still calm, the turbulent emotions and slightly trembling fingers completely exposed her mood at the moment.

After so much effort, Cen Tuo had already poured a glass of boiled water. She picked up the glass and just wanted to drink it. She glanced at the ink standing on the side, and simply passed the cup in her hand.

"Drink?" Cen Tuo asked.

Mo Shangyun held the photo tightly, and then his hands fell down.

She lowered her eyelids and looked straight at Cen Zhuo.

"Are there any traces of him?" Mo Shangjun asked verbatim, voiceless.

Cen Tuo withdrew his hand and slowly drank his saliva before answering: "No, just take a picture."

Questions like Mo Shangjun have confirmed her guesses-

[That person is indeed always following Mo Shangyun. Since the incident three years ago, there is no trace. 】

What happened three years ago, even for her, Mo Cang was silent.

Say it is confidential.

She couldn't understand the soldiers who kept to the rules, but she didn't have the interest to inquire.

I know that three years ago, in an undisclosed action, the three masters who grew up with Mo Shangjun sacrificed, and Mo Shangyun was hospitalized for three months. Mo Cang did not know what he was busy with, even Mo Shangyun who was injured and hospitalized. Take a look.

Even she was waiting for all the dust to fall to the ground, almost when Mo Shangyun was discharged from the hospital, only to know what happened. The so-called things were ordered by Mo Cang, and all those who knew were selectively forgotten.

Including Mo Shangyun.

After that incident, it has been almost three years since Mo Shangjun stayed at home for no more than a month.

Inadvertently turned to the photo in Si Sheng, and vaguely guessed that it was related to this man. In addition, he got two sneaky people with eye-catching tattoos, and then Cen Zao pulled Mo Shangyun here.

Halfway through, Mo Shangyun gave a faint oh sound, and then asked, "Who else?"

"Don't say anything else?"

Putting the glass back on the table, Cen Zao looked up at her.

"Well," Mo Shangyun thought for a while, and said, "It's gone."

"Ask." Cenzuo gently tapped his finger on the table, "How about me and your dad."

Mo Shangyun hesitated and asked, "How are you doing with my dad?"

"Very good." Cen Tuo replied extremely coldly.

Mo Shangyun: "..."

Just stopped talking.

After a moment, Cen Zuo reminded: "Ask something else."

Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched, and the strength of his fingers almost shattered the photo, but he still asked with ease, "How is my brother?"

"Alright."

"How about Grandpa?"

"it is good."

"How about grandparents?"

"One thing."

"Uncle?" Mo Shangyun asked more and more.

Cen Tuo waved his hand, "Okay, all is well."

Mo Shangyun stared at her closely, "Can you see someone?"

Cen Tuo ignored her words directly and asked, "How is the instructor?"

"Okay."

Seeing Mo Shangjun's indifferent response, Cen Yun continued: "Chen Lu said you helped last time."

"...Hmm." Mo Shangyun responded perfunctoryly.

Although I didn't expect Cen Zuo to ask Chen Lu about her, but...before this picture, these are trivial things.

"Mo Shangyun." Cen Zao shouted at her.

"Ok?"

Mo Shangyun responded.

Cen Tuo put his hand down and said to her lazily: "Scream Mom."

Obviously it is the most normal name, but in her mouth, that gesture, like the triad elder sister, calls her aunt and grandma, with a sense of publicity and coercion.

But the absent-minded Mo Yun heard the sound, but she was stunned for a moment. She carefully looked at the face of Cen Tuo that had never been fingered by the years, and thought that Cen Tuo had always been like this in memory.

After a while, she opened her mouth and shouted softly, "Mom."

"Too stiff." Cen Zuan frowned dissatisfiedly.

"..."

Mo Shangyun pursed his lips slightly, without answering.

You can also shout a little more intimately on the phone, but it's really awkward in front of you.

During college, she spent more time with her instructor than her family; the middle school basically spent time with several masters; the deepest memory of elementary school is the stern grandfather Cen, and the seemingly endless basic skills.

Going forward, there is basically no memory.

When her thoughts were pulled away, she suddenly heard the words, "Come."

After a pause, Mo Shangyun took two steps towards Cen Zhuo.

Cen Tuo stood up.

Mo Shangjun is almost as tall as Cen Yuan. When the two stood face to face, their eyes were flush.

However, Mo Shangjun pressed the brim of the training cap very low, so low that it covered his eyebrows, and when he stood together, Cen Yun could not see Mo Shangyun's expression.