Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Vol 3 Chapter 277: Encounter with recruits? Crush! 【two】

Because Mo Shangyun made the female soldiers completely destroyed, Lang Yan racked his brains to clean up the mess for Mo Shangjun.

Finally, after the end of the second day, Lang Yan successfully obtained the forgiveness of Commander Tong.

When Mo Shangyun learned of the news, he was sitting on a chair next to the desk in the dormitory and flipping through his cell phone-the message came out of Lin Qi's mouth.

"Oh."

Attention was drawn to the ink on the phone, and he responded with an extremely perfunctory attitude.

Lin Qi took a deep breath, comforted herself "the world is beautiful", and then took the clothes very calmly to take a bath.

Mo Shangyun tilted Erlang's legs, touching his chin with one hand, staring at the phone thoughtfully.

Mobile phones have been useless for more than ten days. I thought that spam would be countless. I didn't think about it. It was even less than expected.

——The harassment calls and harassment information stopped around 10th. After the 10th, I never received any harassing calls and messages. Friends' greetings have been seen several times.

Did Zheng Su give up?

Mo Shangyun thought so, patiently clearing all harassment information and mobile phones.

The speed is also fast, and within a few minutes, it was successfully removed.

Mo Shangjun sent a message back to several friends.

After a moment, realizing that there was no news from Yan Tianxing for a long time, Mo Shangyun could not help but calculate the time in his heart.

Since the last time Yan Tianxing went back, Mo Shangyun only saw Yan Tianxing's message of security after the exercise, and the two have been in a state of "disconnection" since then.

The phone turned twice in his hand, and Mo Shangjun thought about what would keep Yan Tianxing busy for so long.

Finally, he played the mobile phone in his hand, Mo Shangyun opened the address book, found Yan Tianxing's phone, and dialed it.

The phone is still off.

Frowning gently, Mo Shangyun thought about it, and dialed the phone of Peng Yuqiu, Mucheng, and Xiao Chuyun one by one, but the first two were turned off. Although the last one was not turned off, the phone could not be reached.

After a moment, Mo Shangjun dialed Yan Gui's phone.

The phone vibrated twice and was successfully connected.

"Hey, Mo Mo."

Yan Gui's voice was low, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his tone.

"Is there your brother's phone?" Mo Shangyun didn't waste time and asked directly.

"My brother?" Yan Gui froze for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Mo Mo, what are you doing with my brother?"

"Inquire about something."

"Then ask me." Yan Gui hurriedly said, "I want to know what you want to know."

"..." The corners of the mouth were slightly drawn, and Mo Shangyun said silently, "If you don't, it's fine."

"Hey, wait," Yan Gui stopped her. After a pause, hesitantly said, "I have his phone, but he usually doesn't need a cell phone, so he will call home on Saturday night. If If you want to contact him as soon as possible, you can call their team. This...you ask me chant."

Looking up, Mo Shangyun looked up at the ceiling, but he said helplessly: "OK, what is the phone in their team?"

Yan Gui smiled and said immediately, "You wait, I will find it for you."

Mo Shangyun shook his head, turned the paper and pen out, and wrote down Yan Gui's call.

Yan Gui seemed a bit busy over there. Although he wanted to cherish Mo Shangjun’s chance to call himself, he hung up the phone helplessly after the matter was finished. Mo Shangjun comforted him in his heart for three seconds. The paper recording that phone number was picked up.

I looked through it several times, Mo Shangyun looked at the time, and finally received the paper and mobile phone in the drawer.

It's so late, it's time to turn off the lights, it's bad to call so late.

However, I am used to being able to contact Yan Tianxing most of the time. Now I have no answer for many calls. It feels weird.

Without much thought, Mo Shangyun stretched his lazy waist and took the book to read.

When the light-out bell sounded, Mo Shangyun flipped through the book in his hand and realized that he hadn't finished reading two pages.

I don't know what to think about.

The next day, at 4:30 in the morning.

Mo Shangyun stood vigorously downstairs in the office building, and took out a familiar black whistle in the eyes of the two guards.

After playing with the handle for a while, Mo Shangjun held the whistle in his mouth and blew it hard.

"Beep-beep-beep -"

After blowing, Mo Shangjun put the whistle back.

Urgent collection!

The soldiers on the third and fourth floors got up, dressed, and ran downstairs.

Mo Shangyun pressed the timer in his hand.

After two minutes, most people ran down.

Mo Shangyun pressed the timer in his hand again, then picked up the whistle and blew again.

"Beep--"

"stop."

Mo Shangjun shouted a word, the voice was not too light, but in a well-trained team, no one said it, it was still heard clearly.

Arrived, quickly organize the team.

Those who did not arrive were all standing on the back row of ink paintings.

Mo Shangyun swept around and noticed Lin Qi standing in the first row, raised his brow gently, and shouted, "Lin Pai is long?"

"To!"

Lin Qi shouted.

At the same time, I couldn't help but scolded the mother of voice.

Hearing the urgently assembled whistle, she ran down subconsciously, not thinking at all-she didn't need to participate in the training of Erlian for the time being.

Of course, the other recruits in the lineup are the same as the squad leader and platoon leader.

"Take away the recruits who want to use them." Mo Shangyun's tone was a little urging.

"Yes!"

Lin Qi answered.

Before wishing to stay away from Mo Shangyun, Lin Qi immediately took the people who should not participate in this emergency assembly operation and left.

What surprised Mo Shangyun is that the people Lin Qi took away were all assembled in two minutes.

A crowd of la la la left, and soon, the number of people standing in front of Mo Shangyun was standing behind her.

Within three minutes, all the staff arrived.

Mo Shangyun took two minutes as the dividing line, making them stand up as two formations.

"Your company commander Lang has not had time to train you recently. It happened that I did something bad recently. I couldn't get over my conscience and couldn't sleep, so I decided to come to an emergency meeting temporarily -"

Lin Qi, who had just walked up the stairs on the third floor, heard Mo Shangjun's "blind break" in the following righteous words, and almost fell without falling.

Conscience? !

Damn it!

I never saw her have a conscience!

at the same time--

The instructor awakened by the whistle stood with Lang Yan in the corridor on the third floor, looking at Mo Shangyun who was talking downstairs without breathing.

After a while, the instructor asked unclearly: "Is she saying, "I did something bad recently", is that what I think?"

Lang Yan nodded blankly, "should."

"Don't you feel good about your conscience?" The instructor felt unbelievable.

"She said so." Lang Yan seriously stressed.

"Am I old, sleepwalking?" The instructor patted his head.

"I'm too tired recently, maybe sleepwalking too." Lang Yan said seriously.

"Ah, old and old," the instructor shook his head and walked to his dormitory, whispering in his own way. "When you are old, you have more rest."

Lang Yan also found himself a reason for "when tired, he would have more rest" and returned to his house, ready to take a nap.

As for Mo Shangyun...

He just thought this magical existence was a dream.

downstairs.

After Mo Shangyun made a false and introspective "reflection", she very intimately let the soldiers who "arrived in two minutes" leave.

Actually, the soldiers intended to show a little "reluctance" to express their willingness to practice with Mo Shangjun in the morning. However, the thought of Mo Shangjun's abnormal ability may bring them to death. These qualified soldiers We resolutely chose the warm blanket-back to the dormitory.

Soon, there were only thirty "Unqualified Soldiers" left downstairs.

Although everyone had taught Mo Shangyun the means, but at this moment, there is a little counsel.

All shut their mouths tightly, daring not to speak.

"Organize the team."

Mo Shangyun blew his whistle and made a lazy sound.

Therefore, the audience could only hear the sound of stepping on the broken step.

"For the sake of not having trained with you for a long time, we will not punish." Mo Shangyun walked forward a few steps and spoke slowly.

The crowd looked at her attentively, not at all tempted by her deceptive words, and even more reminded of the fear of being "not punished".

Ha ha.

Will impunity leave them?

joke!

The tortured women in her hands no longer believed any of her "ghost words"!