Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

In the waiting time, Mo Shangyun certainly did not do nothing.

Five minutes was enough for her to figure out the situation near the red brick house.

Although it is snowing in the world, the snow is not thick, plus they have stepped on the snow with footprints, and Mo Shangyun walked around. If they do not observe carefully, they will not find it naturally.

At the beginning, there was no nonsense in Mo Shangyun, forcing them to act quickly, but also afraid of being found footprints.

While touching the terrain, she noticed the location of the jeep, and found that the rear window was not closed, so within a minute, she solved the six people, and then drove the Yamaha R1 around the road, or before the third two. One step to the jeep.

Whether she can be found is due to two reasons.

1. The other party was too rushed to check the footprints.

2. The other party has no experience. If it is Yan Tianxing, she must change the plan.

However, Yan Tianxing guessed her action plan in a short time, and also found the Yamaha R1 she lost, which was beyond her expectations.

"Change helmet."

Yan Tianxing found it interesting, reaching for the helmet of Mo Shangyun.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the hand reached halfway, Mo Shangyun's dagger was pulled out, and he first pressed against his back-the piece near the heart.

"You try?" Mo Shangyun threatened.

"..." Yan Tianxing frowned, "Who is dirty?"

"Do you have a cleansing addiction?" Mo Shangyun asked.

"No."

Mo Shangyun was smirked. "You're called finding fault."

"Yes," Yan Tianxing nodded along with her words, "is to find fault."

With a slight pause, Mo Shangjun withdrew his dagger backhand and asked provocatively, "Otherwise, fight?"

Yan Tianxing glanced across her right shoulder, "Are you sure you can fight with your shoulder?"

"..."

Mo Shangyun was speechless for a while.

How can this man's eyes grow?

Yan Tianxing smiled lightly, covered her goggles, tapped her helmet while she was not paying attention.

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

Later, I heard Yan Tianxing's voice, "Hold me tight and go."

Mo Shangyun hesitated and grabbed his shoulder.

*

Hotel.

When Mo Shangyun got off the bus, there was no trace of temperature on his body.

This day, it was really cold.

Another look at the watch is almost four o'clock.

Mo Shangyun glanced at Yan Tianxing, who had come off the car, "How long have you asked me for leave?"

"24 hours." Yan Tianxing casually.

In fact, he did not say a specific time.

Mo Shangyun was dubious.

The two entered the hotel together, the same suite that was booked earlier.

Mo Shangyun was a little cold, so he took a bathrobe and took a hot bath.

Rarely, when I was able to take a bath, Mo Shangjun waited half an hour before wearing a bathrobe and walking lazily out of the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yan Tianxing looked over and said, "It's overtime."

Mo Shangyun gave him a slanted look, too lazy to take care.

After taking a bath, I found my shoulders were more painful.

That collision was really not light.

Before entering the bedroom, Mo Shangyun suddenly thought of something and turned around, "I sleep on the bed, you sleep on the sofa."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Tianxing came to this side with a bag.

After a closer look, it was discovered that it was medicine, which was estimated to have just been bought.

"Apply the medicine and sleep again." Yan Tianxing raised her eyebrows as she approached her.

Mo Shangjun pulled the bathrobe subconsciously and replied coldly: "No need."

Yan Tianxing lazyly asked: "How many days do you want to stay in the wound that your predecessor hit?"

"..."

Mo Shangyun hesitated, and finally lifted his eyes tiredly, and followed him.

Reaching for the medicine in his hand, Yan Tianxing avoided it.

Looking at her, Yan Tianxing questioned, "Can you wipe it yourself?"

"..."

*

After three minutes.

Both Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing entered the bedroom.

Mo Shangjun was lying on the bed, the bathrobe on his right shoulder was torn off, revealing a clean shoulder, a half-inch arm, and a pale skin on his fair skin, which was shocking.

There is no underwear inside, it is more convenient to apply medicine, but the delicate skin and vague outline, but Yan Tianxing's pupils shrink, a little hesitant.

"Can't you wipe it?"

Mo Shangyun, who had been sleeping fast, asked Yan Tianxing impatiently.

He tilted his head and noticed the strange look of Yan Tianxing. Mo Shangyun suddenly realized what he wanted to turn over and sat up, but Yan Tianxing's cold fingers pressed his shoulders.

"by!"

Mo Shangjun suffered a sore shoulder and scolded a swear word.

"to beat."

Yan Tianxing no longer hesitated, and bowed her head to apply the medicine.

The potion was as cold as icing, and the moment she touched the shoulder skin, Mo Shangyun shook a little, but soon there was no movement.

Next, Mo Shangyun was motionless.

Yan Tianxing thought she was asleep.

After applying the medicine, Yan Tianxing tried to put on her nightgown, but as soon as she lifted it a little, she noticed a few shallow scars.

They are all knife wounds, concentrated on the back, which should be some years.

Mo Shangyun moved, raised his hand to grab the collar, put on the robe on his right shoulder, and sat up.

"Where's the injury?" Yan Tianxing stared at her.

Mo Shangyun looked at him with a calm expression, "Do you think that my skill is born?"

Yan Tian Xing eyes moved slightly.

Of course, the skill is practiced, but ordinary people will not practice martial arts from an early age.

The wounds on Mo Shangjun's back are very light, and it's been less than ten years.

Before he could speak, Mo Shangyun lifted the quilt, rolled over himself, and lay down on the bed.

"Don't call me this morning."

Mo Shangjun's eyes didn't open, he reminded lazily, and then he slept sideways.

I haven't slept for nearly 24 hours. I practiced for a few hours in the morning, prepared for the party, acted as the host of the party, and participated in an action with more than one enemy.

She just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

Who will stop, she estimates who can stab.

Yan Tianxing did not bother her.

Pull the curtains and leave the bedroom.

*

nine in the morning.

Mo Shangyun opened his eyes.

After sleeping for less than five hours, there was no sound in the room, but the physical habits clearly did not allow her to continue to sleep.

The moment I opened my eyes, I was completely awake.

Mo Shangjun sat up, and her right shoulder still hurt badly. She moved a little and felt the pain eased before she stepped on the slippers and got out of bed.

As soon as he left the bedroom, he saw Yan Tianxing sitting on the sofa.

He was cutting apples, holding a fruit knife, and he moved quickly, cutting to half, the skin was not broken, even and thin.

Mo Shangyun stopped and watched him lazily lazily.

The bedroom was drawn with curtains, it was very dim, it was different here, it was snowing all night, the sky was gray, the light was transmitted from the window, Yan Tianxing was like a cage of dark light, he bowed his head, his expression was focused, and he looked at Mo Shangyun , A little pleasing taste.

Yan Tianxing has long been aware of her existence.

It wasn't until the apple was cut that he looked up, "Early."

"Are there any food?" Mo Shangyun walked over.

Yan Tianxing replied, "No."

Mo Shangyun shrugged, took the military uniform he had put on the sofa and had already washed it, and turned to wash and change clothes.

Five minutes later, Mo Shangyun walked out full of spirit.

"Regardless of whether you eat it or not?" Mo Shangyun straightened his military cap and asked Yan Tianxing.

"Both."

Yan Tianxing replied, put the cut apples in the fruit tray, put a few toothpicks and handed them over.

Mo Shangjun lowered his head and glanced at the apple pieces cut into the same size.

Then, frowned in disgust.

"waste time."

After evaluating the sentence, Mo Shangjun inserted an apple with a toothpick and put a bite in his mouth.

Toss a flower, the taste is not the same.

"It's called enjoying life." Yan Tianxing answered slowly.

Mo Shangjun ate a piece, but didn't eat it. He threw the toothpick in the trash and asked him squinted, "What about breakfast?"

"Answer me a question." Yan Tianxing leisurely said.

"No answer."

"Then didn't eat it."

"..."