Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Late at night, one in the morning.

Mo Shangyun yawned, rolled over from the bed and climbed up, accidentally pulling the wound on her arm, she frowned in pain.

The bedroom curtains were pulled up, the view was dark, but Mo Shangyun heard Yan Tianxing's voice coming from the living room, and the sound blocked by the door came intermittently. He could not hear what he was talking about.

In fact, most of the time, Yan Tianxing did not speak.

Mo Shangjun raised his hand and pressed his temple, then lifted the quilt out of bed.

She hasn't had much rest these past few days. First, she fought in the wild, then exchanged hostages, and then prepared to report. Things went on one after another, so when Yan Tianxing opened her room, she went to bed.

But... Yan Tianxing seems to have never rested.

Mo Shangjun pushed the door open, and the light from the living room shone in. Some dazzling, she narrowed her eyes subconsciously.

Then, seeing Yan Tianxing standing in front of the window, wearing a changing bathrobe, just a touch of his back, his posture was straight, and he converged. He held the mobile phone in his right hand to his ear and was talking on the phone.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Yan Tianxing turned around and glanced at her. There was a flash of worry in her eyes, but the moment she returned to calm, it seemed like an illusion.

In a flash, Mo Shangjun was sober.

She shrugged and walked straight towards Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing withdrew his eyes and listened to the voice on the phone and continued to cope.

Mo Shangyun came behind him and stretched out his hand around his waist. Yan Tianxing stiffened slightly and looked at her again.

However, Mo Shangyun deliberately tipped his toes, his chin rested on his shoulders, and "eavesdropped" him on the phone.

But looking at her expression, she was not interested in his call.

Yan Tianxing reached out and squeezed her nose and got her white eyes.

Fortunately, the "education" on the phone came to an end.

"Ok."

Yan Tianxing finally answered and hung up the phone in time.

"Midnight, which little lover to call?" Mo Shangjun raised his lips and asked in his ear.

"Scooped."

Yan Tianxing turned his head and rubbed her messy hair.

Mo Shangyun was startled, and then asked, "Your boss?"

"Ok."

"Because of yesterday?"

"Ok."

After a brief pause, Mo Shangyun asked with a smile: "So low efficiency?"

"Ok……"

Subconsciously speaking, Yan Tianxing realized that she had omitted a sentence "I just thought of scolding now" in front of her, so she stopped in time, and then she couldn't help laughing.

"He is busy." Yan Tianxing said.

However, this matter is not too small, he just listened to the conversation for two hours.

Mo Shangyun asked again: "Will there be any other influence?"

"No."

"Someone thinks you have grabbed the limelight." Mo Shangyun broke through.

No wonder.

In a role like Mo Shangjun, no one will criticize her, after all, she has to bear the risk of life. But Yan Tianxing tried his best to take charge of this support task, the situation is different-after all, Yan Tianxing bears no risk even if he takes the greatest risk. In the eyes of many people, Yan Tianxing is just as creditable.

Although Mo Shangyun is clear, if not for her participation, Yan Tianxing will certainly not participate.

Fortunately, Yan Tianxing does not need to blend this foot.

"Then how do you plan to compensate me?" Yan Tianxing pinched the meat on her cheek.

Mo Shangyun turned his head down, avoiding his finger, "I think I have your support, so I came back alive."

Because she knew he was there, she acted with confidence.

Because of his work, the pirates were suppressed as soon as he started.

Because of his assistance, she stood here without missing her arms and legs.

This kind of thing cannot be done by one person.

This kind of credit cannot be borne by one person.

Yan Tian Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, circling his hands from behind, cuddling her waist and pulling her directly to him.

"If not me?"

With his head down, Yan Tianxing stared at her closely.

Mo Shangyun had a meal, and then politely said: "I may be back a little bit hard."

If people can come back alive, it is still good.

If she was to move her body back...the hard work was someone else.

"Mo Shangyun," Yan Tianxing whispered her name in a low voice, eyes calm and deep, he whispered in her ear, "I really want you to send me out with your own hands, and feel my mood."

Mo Shangyun exhaled gently, saying one word after another: "If there is one day, I will do what I should do."

After all, what he did was so perfect that it was perfect enough to think about all her back paths.

"The focus is off."

With one hand around her neck, Yan Tianxing reminded, and then kissed her lips the moment she looked up.

Mo Shangjun wrapped his hands around his neck, deepening the kiss without hesitation.

The room is not air-conditioned. In the winter in the south, the temperature is a bit cold, but it is clearly so warm, the skin is hot, the breath is hot, everything, so that they put yesterday's life and death out of sight, only the eyes of each other.

Breathing is intertwined and breath is disordered.

Mo Shangjun kissed his lips lightly, her fingertips scratching his eyebrows behind her ears, and she quietly looked at the coveted face in front of her and said, "Do it."

As his throat moved, Yan Tianxing leaned down, close to her ear, and his voice was hoarse and depressed. "Think again?"

"Then..." The eyes moved slightly, and the ink was raised on tiptoe. After a few seconds of pause, he approached him and said one by one, "I think about it."

Her voice is very light, but the words are surely mixed.

So random, so natural.

This is a matter of course.

Yan Tianxing never surpassed, only that respect and understanding of her, and the gap between the two.

Now, she nodded affirmatively, as if she had broken through this limitation.

She leaned down and hugged her around her, and Yan Tianxing walked to the bedroom.

As soon as the door closed, the bedroom was dark, but Yan Tianxing accurately located the bed and carefully put her down.

"Give you three more seconds."

Touching her forehead, Yan Tianxing whispered, revealing a trace of tension in her voice.

"Moji."

With a chuckle, Mo Shangyun grabbed his collar and pulled down.

At the moment, rolling together.

This night, quietly.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

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