Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Taking Mo Shangyun forward, Yan Tianxing spoke slowly about the intention of Blackhawk and Shotgun appearing in Ancheng.

It's nothing more than interest.

There is a long-established gang here in Ancheng to cooperate with foreign countries. It is reasonable that mercenary organizations like Blackhawks should not participate in such things, but Blackhawks seem to be not satisfied with this. They contacted them and hired low-price to help run the goods. The members of the Black Hawk met by Mo Shangjun at the beginning of this year should have been on the way to run the goods, but they just accidentally hit Mo Shangyun.

There were few failures and more than once. Black Hawk squeezed out the shotgun that had been eyeing this fat meat a few months ago and traded with him as a collaborator, successfully winning this fat meat.

When Mo Shangjun participated in the Chen Lu and Shen Xi incidents, most of the drugs that appeared appeared to have come from Blackhawks.

The group that traded with the Blackhawks committed many things, and the anti-narcotics police kept staring.

The latest news is that there will be actions in the near future.

Listening to Yan Tianxing's remarks, Mo Shangyun's expression gradually dignified.

Black Hawk was in contact with Ancheng's gang. She also knew about it. During the training camp, Yan Tianxing showed Mo Shangjun the interrogation materials of the two captured Black Hawks at the beginning of the year, and revealed a little news.

But guessing is one thing, and it's another thing to be confirmed.

"Wait," Mo Shangyun paused, staring at Yan Tianxing, "You came here this time, is it related to this matter?"

Yan Tianxing frowned and flicked her forehead with her fingers. "Can't you just worry about you?"

"What does it have to do with me?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows inexplicably.

Yan Tian Xing Le, asked with a smile: "Who directly called the office directly?"

Mo Shangyun: "..."

It turned out to be such a "worry"...

Raising his hand and touching his nose, Mo Shangyun walked straight ahead, "Go."

Yan Tianxing grinned slightly as the force of grabbing her hand increased slightly.

The corner of his eyes squinted him, but soon, Mo Shangyun took his gaze back.

Smile smile, you know laugh, the little girls around can't move their eyes.

Thinking this way, inexplicably, Mo Shangyun gently pressed his lips, and the corners of his lips also bent a subtle arc.

Get.

Go shopping first.

*

Guest house in a military area.

Anya sat in a wheelchair and was pushed out by a soldier.

"Xiaolin, what about Anchen?"

Anya looked up at the soldier and asked suspiciously.

The soldier smiled and answered truthfully: "I have arranged a long leave to go out. I heard that I am going to Ancheng, and I will come back in the afternoon. The company commander asked me to take you around."

Because of physical reasons, Anya resigned this month. Anyway, I was idle. I came to find An Chen to visit relatives. I just arrived yesterday.

An Chen was very busy. Yesterday, she took a leave to visit her. Anya was already very happy. She didn't want to... leave for today?

After thinking about it, Anya asked, "Did he bring a cell phone?"

"Well, I brought it." The soldier nodded.

Thinking a little, Anya took out her cell phone from her bag and dialed An Chen's phone.

"mom."

The phone was answered quickly.

It seems to be on the street, in addition to An Chen's voice, there are many other sounds, a bit noisy.

"Achen, where is it?" Anya asked.

"Ancheng, there's something wrong. I need to see a friend." Anchen's voice was very gentle, for fear of Anya.

A little surprised, Anya could not help but ask: "Do you have friends in Ancheng?"

"...Well." An Chen responded.

After a pause, Anya said: "I remember, Mo Mo is working in Ancheng."

"Ok."

"You and her..." Anya hesitated.

An Chen interrupted her in time, "Mom, don't think about it."

With a sigh in his heart, Anya obediently said: "Walk, when will you come back?"

"Probably one or two in the afternoon." An Chen estimated that he felt it.

"Then I will wait for you to eat together."

"Mom, you..."

"Okay, hang up first, pay attention to safety outside."

With a gentle smile on his face, Anya also interrupted his words and hung up the phone after explaining.

The soldier who pushed Anya forward, glanced at Anya with some envy-this envy was mainly for An Chen.

It’s nice to have such a gentle mother.

It is no wonder that they can be taught to arrange for such a good son to come out.

at the same time--

Ancheng, on a bus.

An Chen was sitting near the window, and after seeing Anya's phone hang up, she thought about it and opened the nearest text message with a little doubt.

〖Are you free to come to Ancheng tomorrow at noon? I have something to tell you. 〗

〖Where? 〗

〖I'll say it when I arrive. 〗

The short message from Mo Shangjun's note.

He asked again afterwards and never received a reply, and no one answered the phone.

Although it was very doubtful, after all, it was Mo Shangyun's message, and An Chen did not doubt it too much. He took leave this morning and hurried over.

Just now, Mo Shangjun sent him an address.

He is now on the bus going there.

But, I don’t know what happened.

Mo Shangyun... Will he be asked to come out?

*

After a morning of shopping with Yan Tianxing, Mo Shangyun felt that this thing was more tiring than a 20km load.

Although it is not a weekend, but it is a relatively famous tourist spot, there are still many people who are dumbfounded. Mo Shangyun was originally prepared to take a few photos to commemorate, but he gave up at the beginning-because of the scenery , There will always be some disturbing figures.

She proposed to record it with her eyes. Yan Tianxing agreed with a smile, but after one morning, he still found an opportunity to take a few photos of Mo Shangyun.

——Mo Shangshuang said that there are very few photos that Mo Shangyun can leave behind.

If he had a chance, Yan Tianxing still wanted more pictures of Mo Shangyun. At the very least, the 21-year-old Mo Shangyun in his memory is not quite the same as the 22-year-old Mo Shangyun.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

(*/W╲*) Brother Ang, who wants to kill, says he wants a monthly ticket.