Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Mo Shangyun returned to the hillside. Super fast and stable update,...

In view of Lin Qi and others being stared at, Mo Shangyun came back a little bit more serious from his previous idle attitude.

Start pointing their tricks.

However, it is not too serious, everything is played by themselves.

After all, fighting is not only about tricks, speed, strength, but also experience. At the first three points, it is impossible to practice in a moment and a half, and maximizing their accumulation of experience is the most important thing.

This night, Mo Shangyun asked them to practice until 9:30, and then left.

However, Lin Qi took Li Liang's tricks until after zero, before returning to the tent to rest. After returning, he was tired of washing even the shower, and fell asleep directly on the bed. Yu Yitong, who woke up in the middle of the night, covered her.

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The next day.

Early in the morning, half past seven.

Mo Shangyun, who accompanied Lin Qichen after training, came to Yan Tianxing to rub and eat.

It is still a rich and varied breakfast, and it is still a brown sugar water that can't be beat.

The only change is that Yan Tianxing put a laptop on the table, sat next to it, and was knocking on the report.

"early."

Hearing the sound, Yan Tianxing looked up at Mo Shangyun and greeted him.

"early."

He responded casually, Mo Shangjun looked at him, and approached rather curiously.

As soon as he saw the screen, Mo Shangyun paused, a little surprised.

Yan Tianxing was writing a report, and he eliminated Ni's report during the April training.

It should be written after breakfast is prepared, the number of words is not much, sweeping past, what is written is clear and clear.

Mo Shangyun touched his chin.

Yan Tianxing's evildoers not only look good, have great ability, but even write a report...the words are very accurate and simple and clear.

Looking at Yan Tianxing on the side of his eyes again, he just stopped typing on the keyboard and raised his head slightly, staring at Mo Shangyun with a smile.

The eyelid lifted slightly, the brows laughed, the coldness and alienation faded away, mostly unpredictable, kind of approachable, kind of graceful and calm, this move was all **** and enchanting demon-like, very hooky.

Early in the morning when I saw that no one was taking care of my eyes, Mo Shangyun was in a good mood and laughed, "Do you want to help?"

"No," Yan Tianxing shook his head and said seriously, "Can't afford you."

Ink on the lips, "Free."

With a slight pause, I feel that Yan Tianxing still needs to block people, adding: "Just pay back your hard work for a few days."

"So," paused, Yan Tianxing smiled at her, "give you this opportunity."

Mo Shangyun: "..."

This man is also pretty flat.

If it weren’t for the sake of his left shoulder injury and cooking many times...

At this point, I was too lazy to take care of him. Mo Shangyun walked two steps aside, sat down, picked up a bun and asked him, "When will it take?"

"Before night." Yan Tianxing said.

Nodded, Mo Shangyun said: "Then I will come to write at noon."

After that, he bit his bun.

Looking at her sideways, Yan Tianxing's tone was deep and shouted: "Comrade Mo Shangyun."

Mo Shangyun raised his eyes.

Yan Tianxing stared at the bun in her hand, "You got it wrong."

Looked at the buns, and then looked at the table.

The two plates of steamed buns were not placed near the edge, but placed in the middle, barely close to their respective directions.

Coming from Yan Tianxing, she took it.

This is still divided?

The corner of the mouth was drawn on the ink.

"Well."

Brows raised, Mo Shangyun stretched his hand over, and deliberately handed his bun to Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing ticked the corner of his lips, looked at the inexplicable ink on the face, and bowed his head slightly, then bit his bun naturally.

Next to the position where Mo Shangjun just bit.

Originally to stop his ink painting, he did not make any other preparations at all. Seeing Yan Tianxing's sudden bite, he couldn't help but be surprised.

He lowered his eyelids, and then looked at the bun next to his bite, and frowned.

This wicked... thick-skinned.

Yan Tianxing continued to smile at her.

In the air, an ambiguous breath spread.

After shaking his cold eyes, Mo Shangyun put the remaining buns into the porridge bowl at his hand, and then withdrew his hand to get the plate of buns in front of him.

Yan Tianxing didn't tease her anymore, as soon as he collected the notebook, he went to wash his hands and came back, ready to eat.

It didn't take long, but when Yan Tianxing came back, he suddenly found that it was a dough stick in front of his desk, but he was caught in the ink and he ate it without hesitation.

The fritters were still warm, and Mo Junyun took a bite, biting a little oil on her pink lips. Seeing her movement at first glance, she noticed her lips and Yan Tianxing's throat knot slipped.

"Why," Yan Tianxing took two steps forward and leaned down slightly, close to Mo Shangyun's ear, "Intentional?"

Yan Tianxing's tone is very ambiguous, his voice is lazy and low, his voice seems to be able to provoke people's heartstrings, breath spray on the ear, itchy.

Mo Shangyun glanced at the fritters in his hand, and then at Yan Tianxing. There seemed to flash in his mind, but he didn't think about it.

"Talk after you finish."

Unintentionally thinking about it with Yan Tianxing, Mo Shangyun just snatched blatantly.

Although Erlian's fried dough sticks are delicious, but after eating the buns for more than ten days, they suddenly want to change their taste.

I took it.

Yan Tianxing wanted to take it back, but it was a big deal.

Under the watchful eye of Yan Tianxing, Mo Shangyun bite unintentionally.

Seeing her as if nothing had happened, Yan Tianxing's face turned black, almost not mad at her.

Say "too many predecessors, can't count", in fact, the brain is not at all...

Tolerating the irritability in his heart, Yan Tianxing stood up, walked to the side and sat down, and then looked at Zheng Xiang's ink on the food, Yan Tianxing's eyes were slightly dark.

A breakfast, in Yan Tianxing's mouth, taste the same as chewing wax.

Mo Shangyun only when he was stingy.

After breakfast, he handed over the task of picking up tableware to Yan Tianxing, and Mo Shangyun swaggered away.

From afar, two strong eyes can be felt.

Mo Shangyun shook his head helplessly.

It is estimated that you really like to eat fritters.

Therefore, this small accident made Mo Shangyun mistakenly believe that youtiao is Yan Tianxing's favorite for a long time to come.

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Yan Ye: I need a monthly ticket to appease my broken heart...