Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"Later, stay away from me-small-say -" Mo Shangyun said almost indifferently.

She glanced a little, her expression was lazy, there was no lowness and sorrow, she didn't seem to be determined and ended, even without emotion, she calmly told him to pour a glass of water.

She doesn't even seem to be making a decision.

Understatement, don't care.

Yan Tianxing stepped on the brake.

The car driving at a speed of sixty yards stopped the car almost instantly.

Mo Shangjun was unable to guard for a while, and fell down in inertia. He subconsciously reached out the left hand and grabbed the seat back in front. Although it was stabilized, it affected the wound on the left shoulder.

A severe pain hit her shoulders, causing her to frown tightly.

Oh shit.

Even if you are angry or angry, do you have to be considerate of your patients? !

"reason."

Yan Tianxing didn't look back, but his voice was very heavy.

Going back to sit well, Mo Shangyun raised his right hand, trying to check the injury of his left shoulder, but found that his hands had long been tied into dumplings, and the unsuccessful one after another caused her to irritably reply, "No!"

Staring at the rearview mirror, I saw her sitting up, her brows frowning, and the painful forehead horns burst, but the more painful, the more tossing, the bandage of the right hand was loosened with the left hand that was not restrained, and the movement brought the wound on the left shoulder, and the movement was slow But did not see her stop.

Seeing this, Yan Tianxing had no reason to be bored for a while, and wanted to take her out and throw it away.

Tolerating no action, Yan Tianxing's words were also angry, "Think of it?"

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun grunted, and continued to "undo the bandage" intently.

This kind of thing can still be answered half-heartedly, and Yan Tianxing came to the ground in anger.

Turning back simply, Yan Tian Xing Liang stared at Mo Shangyun, looking at it with his own eyes, and his vision was clearer.

Slightly lowering his head, he concentrated on unwinding the wrapped bandage, revealing only half of his face in the warm light. A thin layer of sweat permeates through the forehead. The band-aid of the patch is soaked in sweat. The slender eyebrows are tight and wrinkled. The phoenix eyes are black and bright. The light spots are floating and jumping, the thin lips are tight, and the pain is unbearable. Without saying a word, the movement was not at all idle.

This woman was absolutely tossed to death by her own life!

"good looking?"

Feeling his sight, Mo Shangyun raised his head and swept his cold eyes, his heart burning vigorously.

"good looking."

Yan Tianxing took the call angrily.

His eyebrows moved slightly, and Mo Shangyun wanted to laugh at him a few words, but when he couldn't be angry, he slowly said: "I'll show you for a while."

"..."

At this time, Yan Tianxing was really angry, his eyes and eyebrows were irritated.

"Mo Shangjun, is your life goal to kill yourself?" Yan Tianxing bit his words, mixed with anger.

"You..." Mo Shangyun raised his eyes, faced with such an incorrect evaluation, a little surprised, half loud, she spit out a grumpy sentence, "naive."

Yan Tianxing twisted his eyebrows and stretched his hand directly towards Mo Shangyun.

As a second-class crippled person, Mo Shangyun even noticed his tricks, but no matter how inconvenient and narrow the space was, he couldn’t stop and avoid it. His right wrist fell into Yan Tianxing’s hand easily. When he pulled it hard, his hand became uncontrollable. Stretched out in front of him.

Mo Shangjun lowered his right leg and sat in front, facing in the direction of Yan Tianxing.

The movement stabilized. She lowered her head and saw that her right hand was untied by half of the bandage and hung a long strip. She thought that if Yan Tianxing wrapped her again, she would have suffered a great loss.

of course--

Yan Tianxing was not bored to that point.

Grab Mo Shangjun's wrist with one hand, and help her to remove the bandages with the other.

Just in case, the medical doctor wrapped her hands layer by layer and directly wrapped them into dumplings, but this kind of bandage would make her fingers inconvenient.

Right now, her right hand is effectively worn out, and her left shoulder is injured, which means that her left hand is also worn out. Naturally, it is inconvenient to move. She is also a temperament who likes to control everything in her hand. She doesn't like being bound and not tossing something out. Absolutely unwilling to give up.

In order to avoid trouble, it is better to help her.

All the bandages were untied, and there was still a layer wrapped with five fingers and palms. Yan Tianxing saw that she wanted to take back her hands, holding her still, and wrapped another thin layer to prevent her from chaos. The movement and blood stains penetrated and annoyed, and she only loosened her after the outer bandage was knotted firmly.

"Thanks."

After he let go of his fingers, Mo Shangyun immediately withdrew his hand.

Yan Tianxing glanced at it, noticing the red mark caught on her wrist, her eyes uncontrollably.

However, Mo Shangyun didn't even care, and his hands fell down, and his sleeves slipped down, hiding the red marks.

Seeing this, Yan Tianxing burst into an unknown anger from nowhere.

"Drive."

Lazyly speaking, Mo Shangyun sat back to meet Yan Tianxing's sight.

Yan Tian Xing Ning eyes, his eyes turned from gloomy to calm.

After a moment, he looked away and turned back.

"Let's talk first," Yan Tianxing slowed down his cuffs, his eyes hidden in the shadows, his words were calm, and he had a certain weight, "I don't like to look back."

Mo Shangjun raised his eyes, his eyes glanced between the two positions, and looked straight ahead.

The car was parked at the corner, and there was no road in front. There was only a downward cliff. Several weeds emerged from the cracks in the stone. In the distance, there were continuous mountains and trees. There is only darkness.

In the corner of the eye, I can see Yan Tianxing's generous shoulders, side face, and training cap. The lines are lined with light, which is very eye-catching.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she looked away, saying, "It's exactly me, too."

*

Scout battalion, base.

Yan Tianxing parked the jeep at the door and did not enter.

Mo Shangyun didn't say anything, and pulled the car door directly.

"A reminder."

In front of him came Yan Tianxing's magnetic voice.

But his voice was so nice, and Mo Shangyun opened the door.

"Even if you kill yourself, the country will not award you a martyr medal."

"..."

With a bang, Mo Shangyun threw the door.

Get off and walk towards the gate.

Inside the car, Yan Tianxing raised his eyes and looked at his back.

The breath is converging, the waist is straight, the pace is calm, there is the right and safe part of the soldier, and the idle and lazy part of her own.

There was light passing over the top of her head, and her back fell into the dark for a while. She was very stable and did not move down. But the slender back and the outline of the figure became more and more blurry. At that moment, it seemed to affect the hearts of people, and slammed .

Her figure drifted away.

Yan Tianxing frowned, took back his eyes, and drove away.

...

The entire reconnaissance battalion was extremely quiet tonight.

No training noise, no one runs in the middle of the night, no refreshing chats.

None of them came back, including all the eliminated three companies. They all returned after three days of assessment.

The ears were so clean that Mo Shangyun entered the gate, and then slowed down, walking like a walk to the Erliansu office building.

The evening breeze was very cold. She put her left hand in her trouser pocket and her right hand was tied, so she had to fall down. The wind whistled through her fingers. The cold bones were sore and faint, and she felt a few soreness at her wrist.

That man is ruthless enough.

Somehow, Mo Shangyun flashed his sullen expression in his mind, his thick eyebrows pressed, his eyes angry, unable to hide, and it was very different from his usual image.

If this had been the case, she would have liked it, but he returned to calmness in a blink of an eye.

After a long time, if it were not for the moment, she almost forgot, once fell in the hands of such a person.

It fell so badly.

Simply broken, so as not to trouble.

Anyway, she was not prepared, she was peeled off layer by layer, turned her bottom out, and showed it clearly.

She went downstairs to the office building.

Look up.

It should have been a dark office building, but the company's office on the second floor was lit, and warm yellow light was transmitted through the window and the door slit.

Mo Shangyun paused, a little trance, thinking carefully, only to realize that Lang Yan stayed at the base.

After hesitating, Mo Shangyun lightened his pace and went upstairs quietly.

He was afraid that he had heard of the situation.

However, there is no intention to deal with him right now.

She returned to the dormitory all the way.

Entering the dormitory door, closing the door, Mo Shangyun lowered his head, glanced at his right hand and left arm, and his eyebrows were somber.

Without going to the bath, he stubbornly dragged his coat and footwear. The quilt was lifted, and he fell to the bed. Mo Shangjun lay on his side and closed his eyes.

It wasn't until the tiredness struck that she realized that she was a bit hungry without having dinner.

Forget it, too lazy to move.

At the end, before losing consciousness, Leng thought of Yan Tianxing's sentence—

Even if you kill yourself, the country will not award you a martyr medal.

Oh shit.

Get up early tomorrow and go to the cafeteria.

*

The next day, six o'clock.

Mo Shangyun wakes up hungry.

From eight o'clock in the evening to six o'clock the next day, a total of ten hours, Mo Shangyun rarely sleeps for so long, turning over and sitting up with his eyes open.

Putting on his coat and shoes, Mo Shangyun faced the bed, watching the messy bedding, and was silent for three seconds.

Finally, forcibly divert attention.

Go to the bathroom to wash.

When I came back, I wanted to leave without squinting, but when I passed the bed, I couldn't help but stop.

Turn left, take two steps forward, stop, and look down at the bedding.

Forget it, the picture is comfortable.

Mo Shangyun's rare OCD attack, endured and endured, did not hold back, and finally with two hands with limited mobility, he folded the quilt into a standard tofu block.

Fang Fangzheng, no wrinkles.

Housekeeping full marks.

Looking at the time, nearly twenty minutes passed.

Mo Shangyun went out with a sullen face.

Going downstairs, I saw Lang Yan who came back after running.

The sky was a little dark. Lang Yan saw a figure and ran towards this side, but when she ran near to see her, she was shocked.

He subconsciously surveyed Mo Shangyun.

There are injuries on the forehead and face, the right hand injury is more serious, the rest... can not see.

"You, are you back?"

Suddenly seeing her, Lang Yan didn't know what to say, and a polite sentence came.

Mo Shangyun, who had never been able to bear such nonsense, was surprisingly calm this time, "Uh."

"By the way, I heard about that," Lang Yan thought thoughtfully, and asked with concern, "Is it all resolved now?"

All things, he listened to the commander.

In the event that the second company left the entire company of the third company in check, Mo Shangjun solved the two mercenaries by himself. He was wounded and was irrelevant. He was sent to the hospital for treatment yesterday morning. He was taken to the “trial” in the afternoon and asked about the situation.

For details, they couldn't find out on this side, but they also knew the result. No one overwhelmed her and let her go.

Lang Yan thought she would continue to be hospitalized. Unexpectedly, she returned directly.

It seems that I returned last night.

"Huh." Mo Shangjun nodded... "What about injuries?"

Lang Yan's eyes stayed on her, with a taste of inquiry.

Standing well in front of him, the injury should not be very serious.

Mo Shangyun opened his mouth to say okay, but when it came to his mouth, he changed his mouth so badly, "I have to rest for half a month."

It was all skin trauma, no bones were hurt, no rehabilitation was needed, the shoulder injury was heavier, healed for half a month, and rested for half a month. Now I'm at a compromise.

"That line," nodded, Lang Yan estimated that she was a hero, and thought about it, and asked her politely, "Or, give you half a month's leave?"

"No need to."

Mo Shangyun lightly refused.

Rejected so simply and decisively, Lang Yan felt his heart twitch.

Who doesn’t have a rare leave? She arranged sick leave for her here, and she refused it without thinking about it.

Even a workaholic does not bring this!

He thought about it, staring at her right hand arrogantly, "You can't type the keyboard with your hand?"

Mo Shangjun usually does two things-make a training plan and implement a training plan.

In such meetings, she can hide and hide, and the task assigned to her is very light, and she can complete the task within one day in two days.

Right now, you can't train with good care of the wounds, make a plan, this hand is also a problem... might as well give her a vacation!

"There is voice input." Mo Shangyun replied indifferently, lowering his head and glancing at his sturdy hands, "Your hand will do too."

Lang Yan: "..."

After a pause, Lang Yan decided not to talk to her about this issue.

He stepped forward, looked around, and asked mysteriously, "Can you tell me how to make the three consecutive defeats?"

"can."

"Really?" Lang Yan couldn't believe it.

"There is a condition." Mo Shangyun added slowly.

"..." After hesitating, Lang Yan felt a wind blowing behind his ears, and he said nervously, "You said."

Ink on the ink narrowed his eyes, his eyes smeared with a smile.