Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Yan Tianxing gave Mo Shangyun a word. Net %d7%f%d3%4%b8%f3

Despite the doubts of others, they did not ask face to face and left tacitly.

As soon as someone left, Mo Shangyun thought about it, and then sat down on the chair, leaning against the back of the chair, and raised his eyebrows to look at Yan Tianxing.

"what's up?"

Mo Shangyun asked directly.

"Sit here."

Opening the notebook on the table again, Yan Tianxing pointed to the position where Ji Ruonan had previously sat.

The pen was spinning fast at the fingertips, and Mo Shanjun hesitated for a moment before finally sitting on the chair on the left.

"I have an opinion?"

Turning to the page where he painted himself, Yan Tianxing raised his finger and tapped on that page with great rhythm.

Mo Shangyun unconsciously looked at his finger.

The movement is very slow, the index finger and the **** are slightly curved, gently tapping on the paper, the root fingers are slender and beautiful, lined with soft light, very eye-catching.

"Yes." Mo Shangyun quietly retracted his gaze.

Yan Tianxing squinted at her, his brow moved, "Talk."

"Written." Mo Shangyun said calmly.

"Nothing else?"

Yan Tianxing's fingers were slightly heavier.

"No." Mo Shangjun shrugged.

Nodding his head, Yan Tianxing pushed the notebook in front of Mo Shangyun, and said lazily: "OK. Then these two points, let's talk about it."

Mo Shangyun: ""

She just wrote it by hand.

"Detailed, how to improve?" Yan Tianxing prompted.

"You panic?" Mo Shangyun frowned gently.

This posture is not that she is looking for his stubble, but that he is looking for her stubble.

Yan Tianxing fell back and leaned on the back of the chair with a straight look: "Comrade Mo Shangyun, you are hindering the progress of leadership."

""

The corner of Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched, half loud, and a wicked smile squeezed out, the sign pen in her hand turned around, and with the movement of her wrist, she clicked on the paper.

She said: "OK, let me talk."

Yan Tianxing nodded, expressing his willingness to listen.

Mo Shangjun was investigating Erlian's hatred, and it was not without reason. He saw blood for a while and criticized mercilessly. He scolded people without dirty words and directly poked people's hearts.

Seeing that Yan Tianxing was so "humbly" right now, Mo Shangyun was not at all polite. He began to "criticize" Yan Tianxing under the name of "discussing things".

The first item, the evaluation project, wastes time.

The second item, dealing with things, has an unjust attitude.

In terms of Mo Shangyun, from the phenomenon to the essence, what kind of consequences will this phenomenon cause, so as to analyze the psychological status of the students one by one, and even expand to a more serious impact.

At the beginning, Yan Tianxing could still listen, but the further back, Mo Shangyun emphasized the seriousness of the problem, even when he clearly questioned whether he would lead troops

Face is black.

"next."

Yan Tian Xing Shensheng interrupted her.

Ink on the ink narrowed his eyes, and looked at Yan Tianxing's rather gloomy face with satisfaction, his lips provoked a delicate arc.

"Pour a glass of water."

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, calling the "leader" extremely casually.

Yan Tianxing: ""

A moment later, Yan Tian Xing smiled, stood up from the chair, and really went to pour water on the ink.

There were water dispensers and disposable plastic cups in the meeting tent, which was shelved not far from Yan Tianxing.

Soon, he poured a glass of water, walked back, and put it on ink.

The movement was very light, the water in the plastic cup swayed gently, and soon calmed down, without intentionally splashing her water.

Mo Shangyun glanced at him, picked up the plastic cup, and drank the water inside.

"Continued Cup."

After drinking, Mo Shangjun handed the empty glass to Yan Tianxing, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the following pages of the notebook for evaluation.

Just like Yan Tianxing as a leg servant.

Yan Tian Xing Liang glanced at her with a swish.

However, after she finished speaking, she didn't even lift her head.

Holding the hand of the plastic cup, hanging in the air, motionless, it is expected that Yan Tianxing will pick it up.

Yan Tianxing paused for a moment and took the plastic cup with a sullen face.

The rare good temper turned around and continued to pour her a glass of water.

He was criticized for a minute or two, and it was strange to be thirsty.

Soon, a new glass of water was put on the ink hand.

Mo Shangyun glanced with satisfaction, then clapped his hands and said, "Continue."

"Say."

Sit down, Yan Tianxing said casually.

In the face of the other three instructors, Mo Shangyun's requirements were obviously more relaxed, without mentioning the advantages, and directly pointed out their shortcomings.

This time, instead of deliberately criticizing Yan Tianxing for being "false," everything is said on the point.

For Tian Peng Yuqiu, Yan Tianxing knew everything. He was the first instructor and had many shortcomings. However, Mo Shangyun, who obviously lacked experience in leading soldiers, shared many ideas with him.

When talking about problems, Mo Shangyun was very serious, sometimes frowning, sometimes lip-shaping, sometimes shrugging, and sometimes turning the pen. The movements and expressions of the limbs were not very obvious, but there were some small movements.

When it comes to small problems, Mo Shangyun will quickly turn the pen, and the pen is as if it sticks to her hand, no matter how many times it turns, it will not fly out. Speaking of seriousness, Mo Shangjun stopped the movement of the pen and pointed at the notebook with a signature pen to express his emphasis.

Inexplicably, Yan Tianxing actually felt that such ink on Yun was vivid and somewhat cute.

It's totally as if you can't be as angry as before.

"that's it."

Summarizing the three words, Mo Shangjun put the signature pen, and unconsciously raised his hand to get the plastic cup.

However, as soon as the plastic cup was in hand, I felt the weight was not right, and when I looked up, there was no water.

She glanced at Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing looked at her funny and reached out to her.

Mo Shangyun naturally handed him the plastic cup.

When he got up, Yan Tianxing poured water to her with grievance, and when he returned, he sent it to Mo Shangjun.

"Thanks."

Take it, and Mo Shangyun slightly raises her head, drinking the water.

After watching her drink, Yan Tianxing said: "Leave the notebook first."

"Huh?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and lowered the cup.

"An electronic version of the internal regulations is required." Yan Tianxing explained.

This means that it is necessary to print out the electronic version according to the regulations of the ink on the notebook before copying it out to each tent.

"Oh."

Ink on the spot