Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

On the way to the airport, Mo Shangyun has been calling Mu Qixuan.

During Devil Week, the instructor explained some things about Mu Qixuan, and told Mu Qixuan to Mo Shangjun. Last night Mo Shangjun finished the Devil Week training, and there was no figure. After a while, he could be busy in Ancheng , Can only take this opportunity to contact Mu Qixuan.

Therefore, Yan Tianxing was ignored.

As long as Mo Shangyun made this phone call, Yan Tianxing's face was black for as long as he could.

Waiting for Mo Shangyun to end the call, Yan Tianxing had drove to the airport.

After stopping the car, Yan Tianxing unfastened the seat belt, but did not get off the car, but looked at Mo Shangyun with his eyebrows twisted. "Mo Xiaoyun, did you realize that we may not be able to contact you in three months?"

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun responded calmly.

After a while, seeing that Yan Tianxing's expression was not right, Mo Shangyun added: "It's only three months."

This is undoubtedly worse.

Yan Tianxing looked at her coldly, "Do you know how long we have known each other?"

"One year," Mo Shangjun said, and soon changed the way again, "4 three months."

"..."

Yan Tianxing was simply pushing the urge to beat her.

This girlfriend was chosen by him, and no matter how much he owes it, he can't beat it.

"Time is coming."

Looking at the watch, Mo Shangyun said, ready to open the door.

However, halfway through the door, Mo Shangyun suddenly stopped, and then turned his head, staring at Yan Tianxing with a smile, "Speaking of it, Lord Yan, wouldn't you like to find another new one?"

Yan Tianxing thought about it carefully and then said: "Maybe."

"you dare."

Raising his hand to grab Yan Tianxing's collar, Mo Shangyun leaned forward and kissed.

Inadvertently, Yan Tianxing hooked his lips.

Was coaxed.

*

When he arrived at Ancheng, it was ten o'clock in the morning, and Mo Shangyun kept rushing to the reconnaissance battalion to do the handover procedures.

The matter she wanted to transfer away had long been transmitted to the reconnaissance battalion. Even the soldiers below the rank knew it, and even Mo Shangyun had just received many attention ceremonies as soon as she returned to the reconnaissance battalion. ·

Fortunately, still training time, no one dared to leave the team to greet Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun first went to the office, greeted Lang Yan and the instructor, handled the process of going, and then returned to the dormitory to pack up his belongings.

In fact, it doesn't require much preparation. As early as a few months ago, Lilian knew what Mo Shangyun was about to leave. No matter what the process was, Mo Shangyun didn't have to worry about it. Naturally, someone would prepare Mo Shangyun.

However, this time I went to the 907 Special Forces as an instructor. Although Mo Shangyun would stay in nine or nine times, as long as Mo Shangyun thought, he could apply to return to the reconnaissance battalion.

This is to give Mo Shangyun the freedom to choose a group of instructors.

It's just that most people don't choose to come back.

"Knock. Knock."

When packing up, there was a knock on the door.

The door was not closed. Mo Shangyun looked up and saw Lang Yan standing at the door.

"Long Company Commander something?" Mo Shangyun asked with a smile.

"I sorted out your achievements this year."

Shaking the USB stick in his hand, Lang Yan threw it at Mo Shangyun.

"File?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.

"Photo of the reconnaissance camp." Lang Yan said, "You can send it home."

The veterans took a lot of photos when they retired, but Mo Shangjun went to the school the next day to take the soldiers, so I never gave her, and I have taken some photos before. For example, last winter, Mo Shangjun went to challenge and do it again and again. A bunch of snowmen, some photos taken during the quarterly assessment are all sorted into the U disk.

These are not confidential and can be taken away.

However, the forms and training plans that Mo Shangjun had done before could not be taken away by her.

Those belong to the reconnaissance camp.

"Thanks."

Mo Shangyun played with the USB flash drive and frowned.

Although, it is difficult for her to send the USB drive home-after all, she does not want to show Mo Cang very much.

However, it can be sent elsewhere.

The finger moved slightly, and the USB flash drive disappeared in the hand.

Leaning against the door, Lang Yan smiled and asked, "I really don't say goodbye to the fools?"

"No," Mo Shangyun shrugged and played with the taste. "What awkwardness if I come back someday?"

"I want to say that I hope there won't be such a day. However," paused a moment, Lang Yan spread his hand, "I kindly hope that you can come back."

Mo Shangyun chuckled, "Maybe I really came back?"

"Don't let the instructor know what you said, or you have to educate you for half an hour." Lang Yan said, "Let's say to Mr. Chen and Mr. Fan later, I will wait for you downstairs, and take you to the airport when the time comes. "

"No, just wait five minutes for me."

There is nothing to say goodbye.

The formal farewell ceremony is not suitable for ink painting.

Not to mention...According to the current situation, Mo Shangyun feels that the possibility of his return is not entirely impossible.

However, this cannot be told to them.

After all, how did she choose her own path? Even she didn't decide, she had to wait and see.

*

After packing up, Mo Shangyun and Lang Yan left the office building.

At the time of dinner, everyone was taken to the cafeteria, and no one was heard near the office building or on the training ground.

Far away, Mo Shangyun heard them singing.

"A little little poplar

Grow by the post

Deep roots, strong and strong

Watching Northern Xinjiang

The breeze blows the green leaves of sand ringing

Little Poplar Little Poplar

It grows me grows

Border guard with me

Come, come, come, come, come, come..."

Loud singing, inexplicable melodies.

Mo Shangyun suddenly remembered how long and long ago, when she first said that she wanted to sing, the group of errant boys sang the song reluctantly.

Now, the group of people in the memory has changed a lot.

gone.

Many people are gone.

And now, she is leaving.

She remembered that when Yan Tianxing invited her to go to the assessment in March, she said that she had no intention of leaving in two years.

Too young, her so-called two years, for many people, is the entire military career.

What she said lightly might not be so light, but heavier than she thought.

Lang Yan got her in the car and kept talking to Mo Shangyun while driving to the airport.

Normally, there is not so much talk, but today Lang Yan, strange words tuberculosis.

They talked about many things, not official matters. For example, when Lang Yan saw Mo Shangyun for the first time, she felt that she was not easy to provoke, but Mo Shangyun always felt that Lang Yan was too young, unlike her imagination. long.

Arrived at the airport for the second time today.

Mo Shangyun didn't let Lang Yan get off the bus to give her off, but before preparing to get off the bus, he suddenly asked: "Commander Lang, are you going to leave?"

"It's coming," Lang Yan raised his eyebrows, his lips slightly frustrated. "Maybe when you come back to visit relatives, you won't see me."

The leader intends to train him.

For the fourth consecutive quarterly assessment, Erlian ranked first.

He could not refuse some opportunities that were dropped.

Erlian’s merits are not hiss, so he should not have stayed in such honorary Lee, and he should have left.

"That's inaccurate."

Mo Shangyun chuckled and opened the door.

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"Little White Poplar" is a long buried stalk, does anyone remember?