Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

After Mo Shangjun got off the train, Ding Jing noticed that Mo Shangyun was feeling better.

Reminiscent of her strange look when she first received the text message, Ding Jingyu bumped under the arm of Ink Yun and approached her a little, asking curiously: "Well, your delicate boyfriend, what is it? What's going on?"

Squinting, Mo Shangyun pressed down the elevator up button, and then twisted his eyebrow to Ding Jing and asked, "Sister Ding, have I inquired about your feelings?"

"You can't inquire and you can't be the reason why I can't inquire..." Ding Jing said right after touching his nose. "Eh, I said, give you a chance, you are inquiring!"

"..."

Well, she is not very interested.

However, Ding Jing's expression was "Come and ask me".

Mo Shangyun stared at her halfway, and finally sighed, "Well, I don't really believe that you will have a relationship history." At best, it's "love and hatred" with the male comrades.

Most people can't resist Ding Jing's existence.

Plus her special status, there is no condition to find the object. ——Like she met Yan Tianxing before.

"Look at me?" Ding Jing asked disapprovingly.

"Do you have any?" Mo Shangyun asked with a smile.

"..." After thinking about it carefully, Ding Jing suddenly said, "Lying trough, it seems that there really isn't."

"..."

Yes, she hasn't summarized her feelings yet.

The elevator jingled open, and Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing walked in.

However, at the moment when the elevator doors closed, the two raised their eyes and saw two sneaky figures at the front desk. Their casual eyes glanced directly at them.

Ding Jing randomly pressed a few numbers, and then said with great interest: "Young Brother Yang is not reliable, his old man is not assured yet, and he continues to send someone to follow him."

"It's estimated that being a thief is guilty and knows that something has happened." Mo Shangyun said lightly, "The foot team said that if someone followed, it would be regarded as not being seen."

Although the background of the two of them is innocent, the hand that was revealed yesterday is probably a little scary, and it makes it difficult for them to relax their vigilance for a while.

However, the simple follow-up has no effect on the two of them.

Ding Jing asked: "Did the team say a new task?"

Mo Shangyun shrugged, "Let's have fun."

"Fine."

Ding Jing nodded with regret.

It's a pity that there is nothing interesting in this town, there are more interesting places in the town next door, but this kind of free play can't make up in the town next door.

*

This time Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing took the bag from the trunk and brought it to the hotel before changing clothes.

As soon as they entered, they took a bath.

Su Heng and Si Sheng are not here. It is estimated that they took the youngsters to play around. They both had nothing to do. After meeting around, they went around to find food, then they ate snacks on the sofa, played with mobile phones, and turned on the TV. The release of Si Sheng's new drama is regarded as background music.

Half an hour later, the two looked at each other, feeling a little wasted time.

——Idle is their recent dream, but when they are really idle, they feel better than running a few laps.

When the two of them felt guilty for wasting time, Ding Jing’s mobile phone suddenly shook, and she glanced at the ink and said to him: "Eh, there is news from Northern Jiangsu."

"what's up?"

Mo Shangjun held the finished snack plastic packaging in his hand and raised it with a wave, and then saw it fall into the trash can perfectly as a parabola.

Ding Jing stared at it for a moment, and didn't see a reason, so he said: "I don't know, just a picture."

"Let me see." Mo Shangyun raised her eyebrows at her.

The next moment, Ding Jing threw the phone to Mo Shangyun.

Holding the mobile phone in her hand, Mo Jun pointed her finger at the screen, and she froze for a moment when her eyes were scanning the photo. Then she raised her lips and looked at the picture with interest.

After waiting for a while, Ding Jing didn't see what Mo Shangyun said, so he moved to the couch beside Mo Shangyun and sat down beside her.

She looked at Mo Shangyun and then looked at the picture, and she became more and more at a loss.

A dining table, what's so good about it?

"She is getting better with the team."

Mo Shangyun almost assuredly returned the phone to Ding Jing.

Hearing the sound, Ding Jing's hand flicked and almost didn't drop the phone. Fortunately, she responded quickly and took the phone back in mid-air.

"How do you see it?"

After stabilizing, Ding Jing asked somehow.

In her opinion, this is just a very ordinary picture.

The photo was taken from the perspective of northern Jiangsu. The table was full of barbecues, some were placed on her plate, some were in the baking tray, and there were a bunch of unroasted ones. Two bottles of wine were also opened.

In addition, a hand appeared on the opposite side, with pretty fingers, which should be male.

The information that Ding Jing can see is: North Jiangsu ate barbecue and drank wine at noon, and it was very rich; there was a man who ate with her, maybe the one who was blackmailed for payment; Subei was showing himself to them Lunch.

Ding Jing regretted that he didn't take a picture of the food at noon, so that he could take it back to the north of Jiangsu.

However, no matter how she glanced at it, she could not come to the conclusion that "the opposite is the North Jiangsu object, and the object is still calm."

Mo Shangyun squinted at her, helplessly said: "The opposite hand is from the team."

"Can you see this?" Ding Jing was stunned again.

"Recognize."

Ding Jing paused, and finally frowned slightly, "This... isn't it?"

"What do you think?" Realizing that Ding Jing wanted to be crooked, Mo Yanyun twitched and explained, "He used chalk to write, and after seeing more, he became familiar."

It was the same time that Yan Tianxing trained her memory skills, causing her to quickly remember many things. When she was okay, she would observe the teacher’s lectures. During that time, she remembered every teacher’s hand, and their handwriting. And the habit of lectures and writing.

Ding Jing nodded, believing in Mo Shangyun's remarks, "Yes. Even if he is quiet, how are you sure they are together?"