Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"Oh, do you want to close the door for you and try again?"

Ding Jing subconsciously asked: "Where are there any surprises?"

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Shangyun cooperated: "I can still do it in acting." After all, how can Si Sheng be a small partner of an actor.

Ding Jing looked at her with amusement.

Finally, with a sigh, Ding Jing waved to the two people outside the door, "Forget it, you come in."

Mo Shangjun and Yan Gui looked at each other, then walked into the door.

Yan Gui was at a loss to Ding Jing, the housekeeper, who was speechless at the moment. He looked at Ding Jing with sorrow, then Ding Jing, shaking his head and sighing.

Seeing that it is quite reliable, when doing things...how is it so unreliable?

He failed only in the face of witty ink painting, but Ding Jing was defeated by a small match!

Besides, you can steal a match, why not steal an extra match? !

Yangui was almost convinced.

"Speak, what surprise did you prepare for me?"

Shut the door shut, and Mo Shangjun stood behind the door, leaning his head to look at the Ding Jing standing beside the bed.

"Huh, it's nothing," Ding Jing said very modestly, "Just a birthday cake."

"Oh?"

Mo Shangyun made a surprise voice.

If they really can make a "birthday cake" in this ghost place, her name can be written upside down.

Yan Gui didn't know the existence of the birthday cake. After hearing Ding Jing's words, she suddenly became a little interested, so she quickly asked, "Is there any match?"

Ding Jing looked at the match whose eyes were so wet that it would never be possible to ignite again, and then turned back to the ink and asked, "Is there any?"

Yan Gui: "..." The face was dumbfounded.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows silently and walked towards one of the beds in the dark. Then he took out a box of matches in the gap between the bed and the wall, raised his hands and threw them, and threw them to Ding Jing.

Even in the dark, Ding Jing took it into his hand without any difficulty, shook the matchbox, and found that it was half full of matches.

It has always been known that Mo Shangjun comes in and out of the cooking class, and occasionally comes along with a little things, but he did not expect that Mo Shangjun actually concealed so many matches.

Admiringly glanced at Mo Shangyun, Ding Jing took out a match, then stroked the match box, and the flame came out of the match smoothly.

The moment when the starlight flashed in the room also illuminated the "birthday cake" placed in front of Ding Jing.

Yan Gui, who thought he had seen a lot of people in the world, was dumbfounded when he saw this so-called "birthday cake."

I drop a day.

Yangui simply wanted to dig a hole and dive into the next floor, as if it hadn't appeared here.

I saw a leaf placed on the bed, and a white bun was placed on the leaf. It is now estimated to be hard, and a small branch is still inserted on the solitary bun, which is estimated to be a "birthday candle".

Yan Gui couldn’t imagine that in a contemporary society, there are people who can still have such a shabby birthday.

Yan Gui glanced at Mo Shangyun weakly, thinking that this time it was self-defeating, he was sorry for his home ink, ah ah!

Unexpectedly, Mo Shangyun was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said: "Not bad."

"Fair."

Ding Jing suddenly became polite.

Yan returned to the amount.

He is not ready yet!

With the flame, Ding Jing lit the small branch on the bun with matches.

Thanks to Ding Jing, there is still some common sense. Instead of picking up a wet branch, I found a dry, easy-burning branch, but ignited the branch at once.

Shake the little match in the hand, the flames will go out with the wind.

Ding Jing pointed to the ‘birthday cake’ she had prepared, and then frankly pointed to the ink: “Blow candles.”

Mo Shangyun smiled at her, "It takes conscience to say the word "candle" to this thing."

"This condition is already very good." Ding Jingli was straight, not feeling guilty at all.

Recently, instructors and cooking classes have been strictly grasped, and it is basically impossible to eat out from the cafeteria.

Ding Jing Shun out of this bun, it was a lot of effort.

And the time is tight. They rarely go out when they are not under the instructor's eyelids. Afterwards, she took a lot of thoughts to hide the bun from being discovered.

How do you say something?

The ceremony is light and affectionate!

In this harsh environment, buns are much better than real cakes.

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun nodded.

Yan Gui couldn’t stand it anymore. He took a step forward, raised his right hand, and said to Mo: "Mo Mo, I also have gifts here."

Mo Shangyun squinted at him.

Yan Gui unzipped his clothes and took out two tomatoes from the inside.

"Because you always missed dinner at the penalty station, this is what Brother Yan and Duan just went to the operating room of the cooking class." Putting the tomato next to the bun, Yan Gui explained, "They don't know when you will come back, just Let me give it to you."

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun responded somewhat unexpectedly.

Yan Jinzhao and Duan Zimu went to the cooking class to steal two tomatoes?

The recent time is tight, and the cooking class is getting more and more strict, so even ink painting is rarely gone.

"Go and wash." Ding Jing glanced at the two tomatoes with disgust, then waved at the ink, "Quickly blow the candle, or it will all go out."

The voice just fell.

The twig that burned to one third was extinguished with a click.

The dormitory fell into darkness again.

Mo Shangyun: "..."

Yan Gui: "..."

Is this funny?