Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The lens is only about a second.

By the time Mo Shangyun recovered, the news had jumped to the next one.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows slightly, not worrying, nor talking about joy, but it was an indescribable concern.

Next, almost no thought of continuing to watch the news, left ear into the right ear out, saying that to let the soldiers take notes, but she was afraid that even the soldiers are not as good.

Even the soldiers who rushed to the back in succession didn't care much.

At 7:30, when the news broadcast was over, Mo Shangyun stood up, said "disband", and walked out of the conference hall.

However, the three platoon leaders were not released before going out. They accompanied the soldiers who rushed behind to practice well. The training intensity was 50 laps, and the rest could be increased.

The three platoon leaders and all company soldiers couldn't help but see her demon leave.

Mo Shangyun, who no longer uses crutches, went straight upstairs. After the soldiers came out of the conference hall, they could no longer see Mo Shangyun.

"I'm home?"

In the office, as soon as he saw Mo Shangyun entering the door, Lang Yan, who was still talking to the instructor, took the time to greet her.

The instructor also looked at Mo Shangyun for granted.

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun walked to his desk.

"Are they listening seriously?" the instructor asked.

"Well," dragged his chair away, Mo Shangyun sat down, raised his hand and pressed the switch of the desktop computer, suddenly thought of something, and turned his head towards the two of them, "Starting tomorrow, they will take notes. Lang Lian. Long, it’s up to you to conduct random checks."

"puff--"

The tea at the entrance of Lang Yangang spewed out.

He stared at Mo Shangyun in amazement, and said: "Isn't it so grand?"

"Yes."

Ink on the ink narrowed his eyes, serious.

Compared with Lang Yan, who had an extra task, the instructor was optimistic about the incident and gave verbal praise for Mo Shangyun’s serious and responsible behavior. At the same time, he criticized Lang Yan, who was particularly reluctant, to let Lang Yan Yan learned from Mo Shangjun-this is the correct corrective attitude.

Lang Yan nodded perfunctoryly, admiring Mo Shangyun's inadvertently instructor's favor.

Very powerful, he has to study hard.

After a while, on the desktop computer of Mo Shangyun, the sound of the news of the news network was suddenly heard. This unique and familiar music made the two people's eyes once again focused on her.

"How do you watch?" the instructor asked inexplicably.

"Research."

Raising his head, Mo Shangyun said sincerely to the instructor.

The instructor was shocked and lamented that the deputy company commander was finally in a reliable position, so he gave Mo Shangyun an affirmation and praise again, and hoped that she would make persistent efforts.

"..."

Lang Yan's eyes widened silently.

Originally, I thought Mo Shangyun was only pretending, but after hearing the news hookup started, Mo Shangyun stared attentively at the computer screen, and Lang Yan admired her to the ground.

Can't learn, really can't learn...

Mo Shangyun's move was too instructor's favor.

Regardless of the instructor's joy and Lang Yan's admiration, Mo Shangyun watched the news network back and forth, and finally got two pictures. Finally, he took a screenshot of Yan Tianxing's half-faced face even though he was painted.

Zooming in and out, while the news hookup continues to play, Mo Shangjun carefully studied the picture, almost 100% determined that it was Yan Tianxing.

In addition, Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu were there, but the speed flashed too fast, and she was too lazy to take a screenshot after glancing over.

After turning off the news video, Mo Shangjun searched some related news on the Internet, learned about the latest situation in that country, browsed for nearly an hour, and when Lang Yan reminded her that she could go back to the dorm, Mo Shangyun recovered from various news.

In the next few days, Mo Shangjun continued to follow the news, accompanied the soldiers to watch the news broadcast on time, and seriously made the whole company stunned.

However, none of Mo Shangyun wanted to see the news.

It wasn't until three days later that the news about the diplomat's attack in a country swept through the Internet, and Mo Shangjun's charged mobile phone automatically jumped out of the news, and she used her mobile phone to track the news directly.

It was very thrilling that the diplomat was not injured and was well protected. Someone who protected him was injured, but no casualties were shown.

As for the specific information of the injured, nothing was announced.

However, if nothing unexpected happens, the team of diplomats will return home tomorrow.

Mo Shangyun was so bored that he played with his cell phone for two hours, absent-minded, and even she herself was not quite sure what she was looking at.

"Mo Fulian, don't you go to dinner?"

Lang Yan put down the document and stood up, greeted Mo Shangyun.

Today's Mo Shangyun is very strange. Usually, I usually use my mobile phone to play WeChat to make a call, but today I watched the mobile phone for two full hours, and I didn't even realize it until dinner time.

"Well."

Mo Shangyun nodded.

Then she put down her phone and raised her eyes to Lang Yan: "Long Company Commander, I will take a leave this weekend."

"Yes," Lang Yan said briskly, and then asked, "But where are you going?"

"Oh, my mother gave me a car, I forgot to get it." Mo Shangjun said carelessly.

Lang Yan: "..."

Sending a car, what can be said so lightly... is also convinced.

"it is good."

Lang Yan nodded with difficulty, holding his hatred towards the rich.

Mo Shangjun was a little absent-minded, but did not notice the change in Lang Yan's expression, and went directly to Lang Yan to eat in the cafeteria.

In the next two days, after confirming that the diplomat returned to the country safely, Mo Shangjun abandoned the Erlian fighters. The three platoon leaders led the Erlian fighters to watch the news hookup, and the rest of the notes were checked by Lang Yan.

Even so, the instructor only succeeded in retreating after she brought the soldiers on the right track. Her appreciation for Mo Shangjun has not changed, and she has even been talking about letting Lang Yan learn from Mo Shangjun.

Lang Yan smiled bitterly.

Mo Shangyun is also a magical character. When he came back this time, he even conquered the instructor who had always had opinions on her.

*

on Saturday.

Mo Shangyun, who began to resume training gradually, started training from 4:30 in the morning to 7 o'clock in the morning. Although sweaty, he arrived at the cafeteria for breakfast on time.

Generally speaking, the scouting camp also arranges training on weekends, but compared to other times, the training intensity is somewhat reduced.

but--

Since Mo Shangyun's speech on Saturday, the fighters were in a state of excitement for a whole week, and their training remained the same.

Mo Shangjun had just taken breakfast, chose a place to sit down, and heard the singing of soldiers outside the cafeteria door, a song called "Little White Poplar" was a pride.

Thinking that this was the first song she called for a song before dinner, Mo Shangyun silently lowered her head and stuffed the hot buns into her mouth.

When one bun was solved, three rows of neat lines entered the cafeteria.

"Mo Fulian, someone outside is looking for you."

A row of leaders Zhang Zhengchao reported to Moshang Yunhui.

"Who?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyelids and asked casually.

Before Zhang Zheng could answer, he heard a row of people laughing: "I don't know, just a beautiful woman."

"Mo Fulian, an acquaintance!"

Soon, Xiang Yongming was in the second row, shouting happily towards Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows inexplicably.

Not familiar, how come she came to see?

However, how excited is he?

In the blink of an eye, the entire company entered the door, but Mo Shangyun remained motionless and bowed his head to eat his breakfast.

It's not finished yet, as long as it's not her mother, you have to wait for her to eat breakfast.

However, she took only two bites, and Lang Yan walked in from outside the canteen, striding toward her with a large stride.

"Mo Fulian, why didn't you go out?"

Instead of going directly to the meal, Lang Yan walked across the table and asked a little irritably.

"Where are you going?" Mo Shangjun bowed his head and drank the porridge.

"Your friend is here, waiting for you outside." Lang Yan laughed. "The Gangmen room called the office and said there was a female soldier holding a military card but wearing casual clothes. If you are not here, I will let her come in directly."

"I don't know any female soldiers..." Anyone thinking of graduating from a military school had to obtain an officer's certificate. Mo Shangyun subconsciously denied it. But half of it, he couldn't help but think of it. He frowned, and asked him with some doubt. "what name?"

"It seems like a beam--" Lang Yan thought, forgetting for a moment.

"Liang Zhiqiong."

Lin Qi, who passed by with no expression, carried his breakfast and left three words behind.

Mo Shangyun: "..."