Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Noon.

Outside the window, the sun is just right, the breeze is slowly, the branches are swaying, and the scenery is beautiful.

Mo Shangyun slowly opened his eyes.

She fell asleep somehow. It seemed that she slept for four or five hours.

The head was dizzy and heavy, and I didn't sleep well.

Mo Shangyun gently frowned, staring at the tree and light outside the window for a few seconds and found something strange.

The window that was originally open was closed for some time.

There was wind outside, but it couldn't blow in.

No need to think about who is responsible.

There was a wound on her left shoulder, and she was lying on the right side. At this moment, the hanging needle was hanging, and both hands were retracted into the bed. It was warm, but not comfortable.

After thinking about it, she whispered: "Open the window."

There was someone on the other side of the bed. She knew who she was, but her body was sore after the break. Every muscle was sour and she didn't want to move at all.

Yan Tianxing, who was watching her hanging needles and sleeping on the side, realized that she was awake at the moment she moved, but she never swept her eyes from beginning to end, and directed him to do things as soon as she opened her mouth.

Yan Tianxing glanced at her and scolded her innocently, but actually got up, walked around the end of the bed to the window, and opened it.

The weather was still a bit cold. The wind was blowing outside when the window opened, and the wind blew in. The chilly sound stimulated the skin to shudder.

Not loving the bed, Mo Shangyun sat up from the bed.

The quilt was lifted, the warmth on her body was blown away, and the cool breeze flicked, so that she gradually recovered.

Mo Shangjun has repeatedly challenged Yan Tianxing's conventional cognition——

For example, a hot bowl with free hands can be used to restore consciousness alternately with hot and cold water.

For example, you must eat breakfast after morning exercises, and casually take two cold buns in the cafeteria to deal with things.

For example, even if you are in pain, you have to hold on to it. You won't say anything, it seems that if you hold on, you will become a hero.

such as,……

Right now, Mo Shangyun has given Yan Tianxing an extra layer of cognition.

Sleep is never a bed.

The habits are good, but not normal.

In other words, Mo Shangyun's behavior is very worry-free, but her habits are by no means a normal person.

"When do people come?"

Mo Shangyun sat by the bed and straightened his collar.

"do not know."

Seeing her movements, Yan Tianxing walked back, and subconsciously took the bag from the chair next to her, and wanted to throw it directly at her, but noticed her right hand and left shoulder. After thinking about it, she walked over and handed it to her.

Mo Shangyun took a look and found that it was a new training uniform jacket.

Raising her eyebrows at Yan Tianxing, she said: "Thanks."

Having said that, he put the bag on the bed and reached out with his left hand to get the clothes inside, but he grabbed the corner of the clothes and did not take it out of the bag smoothly.

Indifferently, she wobbled, the bag dropped to the ground, and the coat spread out in her hands.

It's...the left shoulder hurts a little.

"Does it hurt?"

Watching her movements, Yan Tian Xing Pi cared about it with a smile.

He gave him a squinted look, and Mo Jun looked calmly, "It doesn't hurt."

Yan Tianxing hooked his lips, and she was smirked.

Obviously a second-class cripple, but pretending to be flexible, also convinced her.

Impatiently reaching out, she took off the coat in her hand, grasped the collar with both hands to spread it out, put the sleeve close to Mo Shangjun's left hand, and ordered: "Extend your hand."

Mo Shangjun stretched his hand in a good manner.

Yan Tianxing didn't come, he slowly helped her to put on the sleeve, and then grabbed the collar and passed around behind him, pulling the other sleeve, and let Mo Shangjun put his right hand into it.

After wearing it roughly, she glanced at the right hand of the dumplings wrapped in ink on the ink, so she had a little more patience, and she buckled her clothes one by one.

Mo Shangyun, who was turned into a second-class crippled person, was staring at Yan Tianxing's every move.

The roughness is fine, the movements seem rude, but she avoids her injuries.

He leaned down, lowered his head slightly, and buckled her clothes one by one, moving slowly, seemingly casual, but very serious.

Mo Shangyun looked down halfway, seeing the training cap he was wearing, covering Jun Lang's eyebrows. He could see the tip of his nose, thin lips, and the lines were tough. The facial features were separated and looked good.

Startled for a few seconds.

After recovering, Yan Tianxing had already buckled up her buttons, looked down at her, and then laid her collar.

"Brother Xing."

Mo Shangyun suddenly called him.

The sound is very soft, but it is a little weird.

"How?" Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows gently.

Under his gaze, Mo Shangyun's eyes turned, and his eyes fell on the military boots not far away, calmly saying: "Shoes."

The implication is extremely obvious.

Yan Tianxing: "..."

Remind myself again and again that this girl is a second-class crippled and looks pretty.

Yan Tian Xing Yin went to her face to pick up her military boots, and then picked up the bag on the ground to find a pair of socks and squatted down beside her.

Grabbing her ankle, Yan Tianxing set her socks on, and could not help staring at her feet for a few glances.

I also saw a ghost, and my beautiful feet had a scar on the instep. At first glance, it was not obvious, but when I looked closely, it was very clear. The part near the root of the toe, outside, the scar was long. And stitched the needle.

"When you were a child," seeing nothing is pure, Yan Tianxing simply puts on her socks, but the voice is chilling, "Is it miserable to be abused?"

Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun froze for a moment and paused until he realized what he meant.

Touching her nose, she answered extremely easily, "It's okay."

"..."

Yan Tianxing simply stopped talking to her.

After putting on shoes and socks for her, at the request of Mo Shangyun, Yan Tianxing poured a glass of water and cut an apple for her, and served as a "seeker" to the heroic female officer who was not provocative. .

Mo Shangyun accepted it calmly.

After enjoying, the person who came to pick her up also arrived.

Still two people.

Standing at the door, the back is stiff, dressed in a uniform, the shoulder badge is dazzling, and both are expressionless, serious, and meticulous.

Mo Shangyun got up from the chair and walked towards them without a word.

Passing Yan Tianxing in the middle, Yan Tianxing's hand rested on her right shoulder with a little pressure on her palm, and her pace paused.

"I will come to pick you up." Yan Tianxing looked into her eyes and said a word.

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun responded quietly.

Yan Tianxing let go of her, and she went straight to the door.

*

It was a jeep who came to pick up the ink.

Sit in the car, one on the left and two on the front, giving Mo Shangyun the illusion of being a prisoner.

Outside the car window, the sunlight seemed to be very strong, but in fact it was soft, pouring in from the window, almost no temperature.

Mo Shangyun leaned her head, and there was light on her face. The fair skin became whiter, but many scars were more obvious.

Four p.m.

Mo Shangyun was sent to a room.

The light was very dark and the room was very narrow. A set of single tables and chairs was prepared for her. The opposite was a row of tables and chairs with four seats, but when Mo Shangyun entered, there was no one there. No.

She sat down in her place.

After a moment, the door closed.

For a time, the entire room was silent, and at the same time, all the noise from the outside world was isolated.

Mo Shangjun lazily yawned, leaned back, leaned halfway on the back of the chair, and at the same time tilted Erlang's legs, after the glare from the corner of the eye swept through the camera at the corner of the wall, he slowly glanced at his eyes .

Close your eyes and recuperate.

After a quarter of an hour, Mo's closed door opened again.

Hearing the movement, Mo Shangyun's eyelid lifted, and saw four officers coming in one after another.

The highest military rank, two bars and two stars, the lowest military rank, there is also one bar and one star.

Mo Shangyun's eyebrows moved, and she thought she could bear her.

At the signal of the oldest officer, she calmly recounted what happened last night.

Found a bonfire; speculated that something was wrong based on the traces; worried about disturbing the "battle" between the two companies and decided to act alone at night; tracked down the two mercenaries; finally found their tattoos and started to work; due to various accidents in the process, add the first A real battle, resulting in a little heavy start.

There are false, true and false, and a combination of true and false.

They could find out what was said, and the actions from the beginning to the end were all natural, but what was not found was the specific reason. The only thing she knew was that she would arbitrarily lie.

The four officers exchanged notes, and the officers of one bar and one star made notes.

"We have a few problems." The oldest senior officer said seriously.

"ask."

Mo Shangyun took the conversation calmly.

The officer stared at her closely and asked, "You act alone, do you want to prove yourself because you are a woman and have been criticized in the company?"

"No."

Raising his eyes, Mo Shangjun met his gaze without being affected by his momentum.

"What are your specific thoughts before you act?"

"Nothing to do, don't worry, just go and see."

Answer lightly.

The officer paused, some surprise, but the suspicion was even worse, "Your company was preparing to attack three companies at that time, you have nothing to do?"

"I have confidence."

"Where is your faith?"

Mo Shangyun looked at him faintly, then smiled, "The result is my confidence."

"..."

The officer was unable to stab for a moment and was silent for a moment.

Following this, the second round of questions began.

They are all the usual routines, first bluffing people with momentum, and then picking on her behavior, pressing step by step, always observing her reaction, and testing her most real reason.

What they want to know is whether there are unknown reasons and whether her thoughts and actions are qualified...

Mo Shangyun disappointed them because she behaved so calmly and answered so well that they couldn't pick a single mistake.

In the end, several officers were weak.

The officer turned to the last few questions and twisted his eyebrows to ask: "Why are you carrying a live ammo with you?"

"habit."

"What causes this habit?"

"..."

Mo Junyun gave a silence for the first time.

Realizing that something was wrong, the four officers exchanged glances.

Carrying live ammunition indeed violated the regulations, but she was the deputy company commander. She had sufficient reasons, and after making a guarantee, she could not be investigated.

After all, the problem is not big.

"Say!"

The officer snorted.

This shout was really loud enough. In the narrow room, Mo Shangjun’s ears were buzzing and he could not help raising his eyebrows.

Halfway through, she said lightly: "With empty bullets, I have encountered actual combat."

"When is it?" The officer chased.

"..."

"When and where did it happen?"

"..."

"You said that you know the tattoo logo, is it related to this matter?"

"..."

"Did you move your hand because of previous grudges?"

"..."

After repeated inquiries, Mo Shangyun remained completely silent.

One tricky question after another, a more subtle question, a louder voice.

Mo Shangyun's brow gradually tightened, his eyes sharpened.

Somehow, when the room was quiet, she saw a few pairs of cold eyes, her eyes looked at her, with obvious doubts, her eyes were cold, and her expression was severe.

Numerous pictures swept from my mind, striking the clearest consciousness, those complex and strange emotions, such as the turbulent waves, crushing her reason.

In an instant, it seemed to fall into the ice cellar, even the fingers were cold.

Finally, Mo Shangyun heard his own voice, calm and calm beyond imagination.

"I want to make a call."

"Mo Shangyun, where do you think this is?!" The officer in charge patted the table fiercely.

Mo Shangyun looked at him calmly.

"Confidential incident."

Anything, once marked with the word "confidential", is not easily known.

With their ranks and identities, they are not qualified to pry out of her mouth.

Several people froze for a while, and gradually realized the seriousness of the matter.

No, no one has notified them this morning. What happened to this female officer?

The leader above didn't even have a call, and no one even suggested it!

However, what Mo Shangjun mentioned was a little special, and they thought twice about it and finally got the landline over.

It's just that even the phone numbers are reported by Mo Shangyun, and they are entered by them.

Press down the numbers one by one.

It’s a mobile phone number.

Not within the scope of the Xilan Military Region.

Several officers became increasingly puzzled.

Finally, the phone rang a few times, and it was connected.

"Who?"

The voice is deep and powerful, and the voice is thick, and when he opens his mouth, it is a full deterrent.

The officer dialing the phone handed the microphone to Mo Shangjun's ear.

Mo Shangyun shouted coldly: "Dad."

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