Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The window slowly slid down.

In the sight of the two, there was a layer of glass barrier, so the other person's outline became clearer.

"boarding."

Yan Tianxing used command tone.

Without the first action, Mo Shangjun stood there for a while, his cold eyes gradually softened.

He lifted his legs, walked around the front of the car, pulled open the door of the co-pilot and sat in.

Fasten your seat belt consciously.

Yan Tianxing looked at her and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Ok."

In response, Mo Junjun fastened his seat belt, his legs overlapped, and then flipped out of his clothes pocket and took out a small plastic bag.

Yan Tianxing, who was just about to drive, scanned the plastic bag in her hand.

Can't help but pause.

The small plastic bag was filled with bits and pieces of money.

As small as a dime, as large as a piece, and coins, thrown together in a mess, I don't know the exact amount.

Raising his eyebrows, Yan Tianxing asked with great interest: "Robbed the beggar?"

"Almost." Mo Shangyun replied perfunctoryly, ignoring his ridicule.

Open the knotted plastic bag, take out a stack of ink, and then start counting them one by one and stack them neatly.

Feelings are to pass the time.

Withdrawing his sight clearly, Yan Tianxing continued to drive.

Mo Shangjun counted the change intently.

The money was exchanged from the beggar with the whole money.

At first glance, the man was a professional beggar.

She made a bet with the beggar, lost, gave him two whole money, won, gave him one, and all the change in his pot fell to her.

As a result, one can imagine that the entire pot of change was "robbed" by her.

However, if you count them carefully, the total amount is not much higher.

After sorting out all the change, and then tying up the plastic bags again, Mo Shangjun realized that he was a bit too busy.

Look up and look out of the car window.

Yan Tianxing didn't drive the car back to Shuiyunjian, Mo Shangyun discovered it when he turned around, but he didn't have time to concentrate on counting the money.

As soon as it was empty, Mo Shangyun asked, "Where are you going?"

"Date with your predecessor, where do you usually go?" Yan Tianxing didn't answer the question.

Predecessor...

Mo Shangyun said quietly, "Library."

"The library didn't open the door," Yan Tianxing replied in a good manner, and then asked, "What about the holiday?"

"bookstore."

"..." Yan Tianxing was silent, "Can't see it, your life is so boring."

"For Xueba, learning is also a kind of enjoyment." Mo Shangyun leaned over his head and looked at him obliquely, "Sir, you can't understand."

Yan Tianxing twitched his mouth.

In this kind of thing, I have to praise myself.

"There is a park nearby." Yan Tianxing said slowly.

"Not interested in."

Finally, he walked back quickly, and followed him to go around in the snow, Mo Shangyun was really not interested.

Pretend to be handsome.

"Reading in the snow, the artistic conception is beautiful." Yan Tianxing's voice was low and mute, with a tempting tone.

"cold."

Yan Tianxing smiled, deliberately looked at her from beginning to end, "I thought you were a fairy."

"..."

Sensing the obvious irony, Mo Shangjun raised his hand and touched his nose, but he was speechless for a moment.

Continue to drive for ten minutes.

Yan Tianxing parked the car on the roadside.

"Get off, wait." Yan Tianxing ordered.

"Not down." Mo Shangyun was motionless.

Anyway, she bluntly said "cold", and she simply stopped pretending.

Yan Tianxing looked at her funny.

Then, he used his hands to unbutton his trench coat. He was slow, his fingers were slender and beautiful, his movements were quick and sharp, and he instantly unbuttoned them all.

As soon as the windbreaker took off, he threw it at Mo Shangyun.

The windbreaker was very large. The moment he threw it, he concealed his sight. Mo Shangyun raised his hand to pick it up, but for a moment, Yan Tianxing approached this side and stretched out his arms to embrace her shoulders.

The space inside the car was very narrow. As soon as Yan Tianxing approached, the two were very close. Mo Shangyun didn't even have space to avoid it.

However, it is not a person who will avoid.

Yan Tianxing squeezed her chin with her finger, lowered her eyes, and met her black eyes. He whispered, but he was completely overbearing, "Be patient, don't run around."

"I don't look so worrying?" Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes slightly, threatening between words and lines.

After raising his eyebrows, Yan Tianxing said: "If it were me, I wouldn't pick up the hot bowl with my bare hands, and wash my hands with cold water after the ironing."

"..."

As long as he can!

Mo Shangyun gave him a cool look.

Open his hands.

Yan Tianxing loosened her chin, but picked up the trench coat, grabbed the collar around her shoulder, and draped it over her.

"Coming back soon." Yan Tianxing smiled.

Rather than comforting and telling her, it is simply a reminder.

Mo Shangyun didn't make a sound and put on his trench coat.

Although she wore a coat inside, Yan Tianxing's clothes were still one size larger for her, and her height and body size were too small to wear loosely on her body.

Mo Shangyun didn't wear buttons, letting the trench coat open, pushed the car door and went down.

Sitting back in place, Yan Tianxing looked at Mo Shangyun who was walking towards the roadside through the car window before driving.

The windbreaker wrapped her body, only showing her head and feet, her back was slender, and she stopped by the road, still crushing others with a unique aura.

*

This street is more lively.

There are shops, restaurants, clothing stores, etc. On the first day of New Year, there are also many shops open.

An Chen came out of a restaurant in a wheelchair. On the wheelchair was his mother, Anya, whose legs had been paralyzed for two years.

Ni Ai followed, and as soon as she went out, she walked to the wheelchair with a blanket.

"Auntie, it's a little cold. Cover the blanket first."

Ni Jie said intimately to Anya, leaned over and covered the blanket on Anya.

"Thank you." Anya smiled softly and nodded towards Ni Jie, just sighing intentionally or unintentionally.

This year's Chinese New Year, An Chen is going to have a three-day holiday, and hurried back specifically, did not want to bring back a woman.

It was said that Ni Jie wanted to come and play for two days, so they came together, but this day, Ni Jie intentionally or unintentionally pleased her, and her love for An Chen was also very obvious.

If the two are in love, Anya only feels a bit regretful-after all, she prefers ink painting.

However, her son, she also knows that there is no such feelings for Ni Jie.

It can only be said that it is a pity this little girl.

"Ni Ai, I'll drive the car over, you help me take care of my mother." An Chen confided to Ni Ai.

"Row."

Ni Jie promised to be extremely refreshing.

An Chen thanked, and then left with the car key.

Seeing Anchen leave, Ni Jie chatted with Anya and asked: "Auntie, let's wait by the roadside."

"This……"

Anya looked at the ladder ahead and hesitated.

From the restaurant to the sidewalk, there are still four or five steps, and there is no other way. When he came, An Chen came in a wheelchair and had to hold it. The thin little girl in front of her...

"It's okay," Ni Jie immediately said, kind of wanting to show, "I've trained, it should be fine to hug you."

"Then," Anya thought about it, and it was not easy to refuse, so she nodded, "Trouble you."

"it's okay no problem."

Ni Jie said quickly, some flattered.

After talking, without delay, immediately leaned down, grabbed the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair from the back, and directly picked up the wheelchair.

Anya was a middle school teacher. His two legs were discarded in an accident to save a student. He was amputated directly from his knee.

Two legs are missing, and her weight plus the wheelchair is about half a kilo.

Ni Jie was training in the army and took up the weight of Bai Lijin. It was a bit laborious at best, and it was not a task that could not be completed.

Ran--

She ignored it, it was snowing now, and there was snow on the ground.

When moving Anya down two steps, Ni Jie stepped on the snow and accidentally slipped under her feet. The whole person suddenly lost her center of gravity and slammed down in a wheelchair. She was horrified and eager to stabilize. But he accidentally loosened the wheelchair.

At the moment of the fall, Ni Jie's brain was completely ignorant.

Suddenly, Anya was unable to guard against the sudden accident. Her hands clasped the handle of the wheelchair tightly, but the wheelchair was tilted forward. As the wheel hit the steps, she bumped a few times and her upper body flew forward.

Suddenly, some strength came from somewhere, firmly grasping the wheelchair, and also holding her shoulders, making the uncontrollable lean forward lean back and return to the original position.

Immediately following, the wheelchair was moved from the last step, and all four wheels fell onto the sidewalk.

Flat.

"Teacher Ann."

Before relieving God, Anya heard the familiar shouts.

The voice is a bit cold, the words are steady and clear, and the tone is light.

Who can call her like this, is alone.

Surprisedly, he raised his eyes in a hurry, and without a surprise, Anya saw Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun, who had loosened the wheelchair, had already stood up. At the moment, she was standing in front of her, wearing a baggy windbreaker. The clothes were open to reveal the jacket and jeans inside. Some were nondescript, but they were a chic gesture.

Looking away, it was that beautiful and delicate face, the expression was almost indifferent, and the phoenix eyes looked down at her halfway, her short hair was stained with snow, flying in the air wantonly.

"Mo Mo."

Anya's eyes were a little wet, and he grabbed Mo Shangyun's hand tightly, with excitement hidden in his tone.

At this time, Ni Jie, who stumbled sturdily, stood up.

Trotting over, I wanted to thank the "good-hearted people", but the moment I saw Mo Shangyun, I was stunned immediately.

"How are you--" Here.

Before finishing the speech, I noticed that Anya was holding Mo Shangyun's hand, and it was obvious that she was shaking, looking at her expression, excited, emotional, guilty, and seemed to be knowing.

Moreover, she attaches great importance to the woman in front of her.

"Be careful next time." Mo Shangjun asked.

However, she didn't force her hand out of the way.

"You," Anya slowed down, suppressing the excitement, and asked her, "Also coming back for the New Year?"

"Huh." Mo Shangyun responded.

"An Chen has also returned. He has just gone to pick up the car. He should be back soon. Do you two meet?"

"Teacher Ann."

Mo Shangyun made a noise, interrupting her.

Anya paused, realizing that Mo Shangyun really did not want to talk about An Chen anymore, and his expression gradually dimmed.

Not wanting to embarrass Mo Shangyun, Anya sighed deeply and let go of her hand.

Mo Shangyun did not rush to leave.

Raising her eyelids, she looked at Ni Jie, who was standing hostile once.

It's the kind of eyes that don't put people in their eyes at all.

Ni Jie had no good feelings for her, but she felt annoyed when she thought of the scene of the last cruelty, "Are you the predecessor of An Chen?"

Mo Shangyun frowned slightly, "Where have we seen?"

Looks pretty familiar.

Ni Jie was irritated by her and almost didn't vomit to death. She suddenly threw up blood and didn't have a good airway: "We met on New Year's Day."

As mentioned by her, Mo Shangyun had a little impression.

Clapping his hands, Mo Shangyun said casually, "As always, don't do this kind of thing in the future."

Having said that, no matter how angry Ni Jie was, she turned around and planned to go to the street to wait for Yan Tianxing.

When she accidentally saw Anya in a wheelchair, she didn't see Anchen. Later, when she saw Ni Jie holding Anya's wheelchair extremely unstable, she came down here.

Hurry and helped.

but--

She does not appreciate Ni's brave behavior.

"Mo Mo."

Seeing that she was leaving, Anya couldn't help shouting at her.

Mo Shangjun's pace paused, and he turned sideways.

"You, stay here for a few days?" Anya looked at her deeply.

"Leave tomorrow." Mo Shangjun replied, his attitude was lukewarm.

Anya gave a slight pause, not knowing what to say.

I have known Mo Shangyun for many years.

Mo Shangyun was a student of her sophomore year.

She is a language teacher, and the ink is yin and yang, becoming her representative of the language class.

At first, she had a headache, because Mo Shangjun's language performance was not good, he stepped on the pass line, but since Mo Shangjun became a language class representative, each test score was close to full score, which can be said to be by leaps and bounds.

At that time, she felt that the child was very serious and responsible, so she felt good again.

At the same time, she would also be politely persuaded to improve her scores in other subjects-yes, Mo Shangyun was hovering on the pass line except for language at the time.

Unexpectedly, Mo Shangyun was not as simple as she thought.

In the last sophomore exam, Mo Shangjun stepped on the last place with his score and entered the college sprint class.

At that time, many teachers were talking about it.

Coincidentally, her son, An Chen, and Mo Shangyun were also assigned to a class. It was she who asked An Chen to pay attention to the child. At that time, An Chen was the first grader. She told An Chen to help Mo Shang if she had a chance. Yun.

Later, I did not know what happened between them.

An Chen did not elaborate. He only knew that after the college entrance examination, An Chen and Mo Shangyun both went to a university. Later, it was heard that An Chen was chasing Mo Yun.

after that……

At this point, Anya did not know what to say.

In other words, how to face Mo Shangyun.

Without waiting for Anya to say anything else, Mo Shangyun stood for a while, then turned around and waved his hand, "I'm gone, go back and pay attention to safety."

gone.

In the corner of his eyes, Yu Guang glanced at a figure coming down from a car on the roadside, Mo Shangyun swept inadvertently, and then walked all the way away from the place where Yan Tianxing made her wait.

It’s better not to see, so as not to trouble.

After An Chen got off the bus, he noticed Mo Shangyun's back, and vaguely felt familiar, but didn't think much, and walked straight to Anya and Ni Jie.

After approaching, I found that both Aya and Ni Jie had a different look.

Ni Ai seems to have fallen, water and snow on her down jacket, and some mud on her hair. She stood beside the wheelchair without a word. She looked a little unhappy, with complex emotions hidden in her blinking eyes.

Anya looked at the distance. After seeing him approaching, he hesitated and said: "I just saw Mo Mo."

On hearing the sound, An Chen gave a meal, almost subconsciously, looking towards the figure he had seen before.

However, on the streets where people are coming and going, the person has long disappeared.

"Go chase."

Anya looked hesitant, but he was very sure.

When we broke up, it was because of a misunderstanding...

"can--"

An Chen hesitated and looked at An Ya and Ni Ai worriedly.

The wind and snow were too great to let Anya stay here, he could not rest assured.

At this time, Ni Jie lowered her head and whispered: "I will send the aunt to the car first."

Although he was wronged and sad, he took the initiative to help him.

Not so kindly, but...

If An Chen could have a good result with that woman, she could make up her mind to die.

If Anchen could stop with the woman... she felt vaguely that the woman named Mo Mo would have no result with Anchen.

She likes Anchen so much, so she can see that when the woman faced Anchen, she had no emotion at all.

Somewhat surprised, An Chen glanced at her and sincerely said: "Thank you."

An Chen walked in the direction that Mo Shangyun left.

He walked fast, hurriedly, his eyes swept, and he refused to let go of each back view—even though he knew that the back view was not familiar enough, it was not her.

One person after another, one back after another, clearly swept past inadvertently. The most conspicuous back, when he really wanted to find it, suddenly disappeared, every one is like, every one is not.

I don't know how long it took, he came to the lake.

The wind is strong and the snowflakes are wanton enough to fascinate people.

He opened his eyes wide and let the snowflakes blow into the bottom of the eyes with the cold wind. The cold, the snowflakes melted in his eyes, bringing a chill.

then--

He heard a rather helpless voice, "Look for me?"