Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The office is not air-conditioned, but because the physical work of carpentry is too hot, Mo Shangyun still turned on the fan.

The fan above his head was crunching and whirling, and the waves in the sultry room caused a blast of hot air.

Mo Shangyun handed the phone to his ear and glared at half of the model.

Sometimes I have to admit that there are always things you cannot do.

Just like Si Sheng, it is easy for him to make some small furniture with various organs, but in this respect, Mo Shangyun is really not good at it.

"Why are you doing that stuff?" Si Sheng was inexplicable, "Su Heng said that he wanted to add some different furniture to his home, so I drew him a set of pictures to let him follow the instructions, and took a photo and posted it to you. Look."

"Idle," Mo Shangyun said, "you can give Grandpa a birthday present when you're done."

If you don't do well, you can put Ruan Yan's office as a decoration for people to watch her failed masterpiece. ——Of course, the "failed works" in her mind are at least two degrees better than the thing she is now.

As for the piece of stuff that was difficult to put together in front of her, she didn't even take it out for mocking.

Si Sheng was startled, "You give your grandfather a table?"

Mo Shangyun: "...emphasis, it's a model of an organ table."

She hasn't prepared a grand birthday gift for Grandpa in her own hands in ten years. This time she has to give her a chic gift?

The group of peers must not be underestimated.

"Grandpa Mo died at the end of the month, are you going back this time?"

"Ok."

"I will be in Beijing for a while, and you will come to my house to choose a gift when the time comes." Si Sheng said briskly.

"OK." Mo Shangyun agreed, but he didn't give up. "But you still have to show me this thing."

Don't die until the Yellow River.

Don't make a bird like this to blind the pile of corner materials she wants to come.

"...Photos are sent." Si Sheng sighed.

After Mo Shangjun hung up the phone, she took photos one by one and sent them to Si Sheng. After Si Sheng's research, she directly talked to Si Sheng and asked Si Sheng to give directions.

Mo Shangjun specially took out a notebook to make records.

Si Sheng deserves to be a connoisseur, he can see through what she failed to do at a glance, point out to her one by one, and give her clear and detailed steps.

"...According to what I said, if you can't fight again, you can only give up." Si Sheng said honestly.

"Row."

Mo Shangyun was also unharmed, and responded simply and cheerfully.

She was not brave enough to know how to do it well, but still had to rashly do it to the end.

Si Sheng explained that if she couldn't do it, she could do something simple, and then ended the call with Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangjun threw the phone on the sofa, carefully looked at the notebook he had just recorded, and studied the details carefully, intending to deepen his impression.

As a result, she just turned a few pages and found a figure standing at the door.

Mo Shangyun didn't care, but after seeing Yan Tianxing's unbelievable face, she could not help but turn the page.

Facing Mo Shangjun's line of sight, Yan Tianxing leaned against the door and looked at Mo Shangjun's situation at the moment.

Mo Shangjun was no different from the state immediately after the five-kilometer race. The training cap was thrown aside by her, her sweat was wet through her back, her hair was messy, and she was sticking to the skin.

She was wearing a T-shirt and training trousers, sitting cross-legged on the ground, the trousers were rolled up, and the clothes were rubbed with dust and sawdust.

What a bohemian carpenter's head.

As for the things around her, she couldn't bear to look directly, the wood and drawings on the ground, as well as hammers, pliers, nail magnets... the ground was messy.

This is definitely not a scene that should appear in the office of a special forces captain.

Finally, Yan Tianxing said: "Team Mo, if you are forced to change careers under pressure, you can talk to us."

"..."

Fuck, why did he come here and come to the door?

Thinking of his current situation, Mo Shangyun couldn't help but feel a stomachache.

The corner of Mo Shangjun's mouth was slightly drawn, "Lunch time, have some fun, can't you?"

Yan Tianxing: "...Yes." That's how fun you are.

Mo Shangjun gritted his teeth, "Come next door?"

"Looking for you," Yan Tianxing said, "Arrangements for the exercise."

"Now?" Mo Shangyun stunned.

Yan Tianxing glanced down at his watch and said, "Your lunch break is five minutes away."

"..."

Anyway, the image was completely gone, and Mo Shangyun was simply too lazy to pretend to look, pointing to the position of the sofa, "Sit casually."

"I am thinking..." Yan Tianxing's words paused. "This has to fly over to have a chance to sit casually."

Mo Shangjun glanced around the ground and found that the wood covered the ground did hinder Yan Tianxing's step to the sofa.

With a sigh, Mo Shangyun pointed to the desk, "This way."

In the direction of the desk, you can find a way out.

Yan Tianxing lifted his legs hard, found the place of his feet in the wood, and finally came to Mo Shangjun's desk.

In addition to the ground, Mo Shangjun's desk is also messy-to be precise, it is filled with drawings and looks messy.

All the documents she used for work were neatly stacked, and she rested directly in the corner. The rest of the paper was spread out.

Yan Tianxing casually watched a few times, and found that they were all a table pattern, with a whole, all angles, and some parts, densely packed, the combined structure is extremely complex, not as simple as an ordinary table.

After sweeping this circle, even Yan Tianxing felt dizzy. ——The information given by these drawings is too complicated to construct a complete three-dimensional structure in the first pass.

Mo Shangyun spent three minutes stacking the wood together, then picked up the drawings on the ground one by one, and finally she came to the desk and coded the drawings on the table in order, a thick stack of quilts. She organized it to occupy only a small space.

Pulling the chair opposite, Mo Shangyun sat down and said, "Okay, let's talk."

"Do you want to make such a table?" Yan Tianxing couldn't help asking.

"model."

"doing what?"

"Play." Mo Shangjun shrugged.

"Unzip?" Yan Tianxing frowned.

"...Doesn't I look pressure-resistant?" Mo Shangyun smiled at him with a dark smile.

Yan Tianxing asked back: "Do you want me to forget that you fell on my door?"

Mo Shangyun: "..." speechless.

After a pause, Mo Shangyun said: "Well, if you think the door of your office is broken, I can—"

Yan Tianxing interrupted her very simply, "Forget it, I'm afraid you will make a different kind of door."

Mo Shangyun was intolerable, "What are you looking for?"

"If I had the pile of things behind you, I would have no confidence when it came to carpentry." Yan Tianxing glanced at Mo Shangyun and fell on the mess of wood behind her.

"..."

Mo Shangyun really has even drawn his heart.

Finding a new girlfriend's eyes is not good, picking her piercing eyes is bumpy.

Mo Shangjun's fingers snapped, "I promise you to say one more nonsense, tonight your office door will not be left with whole wood."

Yan Tianxing raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Speaking of exercises."

Although the topic shifted, Mo Shangyun was still full of gas, stepping on the wood on the ground, and putting the book on the ground, she listened to Yan Tianxing talking about the arrangement of the exercise.

The exercise will be conducted in four days.

Mo Shangjun leads a brand-new team, and only needs to cooperate with the actions of other teams. Yan Tianxing talked to Mo Shangyun first, which gave her a bottom.

This is a large-scale exercise, and even Yan Tianxing only knows what he should know. During the exercise, he also acted with Mo Shangjun and others, so he didn’t need to spend much time to talk about what Mo Shangyun should know. Clear.

Mo Shangyun's anger did not disappear, and he listened irritably all the time. He was afraid to miss some points and took notes.

After Yan Tianxing finished, Mo Shangyun waited for a while before reacting, then raised his eyes and asked, "Did you finish?"

Yan Tianxing nodded, "It's over."

"Row."

As soon as Mo Shangyun collected the notebook, he stood up and walked outside.

In an instant, let Yan Tianxing have the illusion that this office is his.

"Where are you going?" Yan Tianxing asked aloud.

Mo Shangyun, who walked to the door, took a step, swept him coldly, and said with resentment: "Get the table out and smash you."

The words fell, and Mo Shangyun disappeared at the door.

"..."

naive.

Even if Mo Shangjun left, Yan Tianxing did not leave, but was interested in picking up the pile of drawings on Mo Shangjun's table and slowly browsing.

Very interesting.

It's quite difficult.

In fact, Mo Shangyun made a pile of wood that could not be seen in the prototype, which was justifiable.