Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Noting Bai Peng's faint, disdainful expression, Mo Shangyun glanced past her leisurely, and she felt some sympathy for a moment.

This man, gave her a chance, but still jumped into the pit...

There really are such silly people.

"Go."

He took the backpack from Li Liang's hand, and Mo Shangyun carried it on his shoulder.

"It's still raining."

Qin Lian reminded her.

"Small." Mo Shangjun shrugged and said quite casually, "It will keep coming down in the afternoon."

Bai Peng's face was pale, and when he heard Mo Shangyun's words, he wanted to refute again.

But this time, Qin Lian grabbed in front of her, and Ning Mei raised her eyes on the ink and asked, "How do you know?"

"Who knows."

Mo Shangyun responded lazily, turned around, and walked straight towards the road ahead.

Li Liang and Xiang Yongming glanced at each other and followed first.

Bai Peng such a teammate, they don't want it at all, love it or not.

An Chen didn't think much, didn't even greet Qin Lian with a hello, and strode up to Mo Shangyun's footsteps.

A group of four people turned away from the open space and walked into the jungle.

Qin Lian and Bai Peng are still standing.

"Qin Lian, shall we go?"

Bai Peng looked at Qin Lian sideways and couldn't help asking.

Frowning, Qin Lian thought for a moment and said, "Wait a minute, see if the rain can be smaller."

Anyway, it was an hour or two away. It was raining. Even if it was a little harder to walk, it would take at least four hours to arrive-it would be there before twelve in the evening.

No matter how bad it is, they might as well venture through the jungle braving the lightning and thunder.

Bai Peng thought about it and nodded quite heavily.

Although it is not slow, Qin Lian just asked her to apologize, but putting herself in a state of isolation and helplessness is simply death.

Anyway, I don't want to be with Mo Shangyun, they can only be with Qin Lian.

*

In the jungle.

The three of Li Liang followed Mo Shangyun and walked smoothly all the way.

"Mo Fulian."

After walking for a while, Xiang Yongming, who was as restless as Yangui, quickly walked a few steps and came to Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun glanced at him.

"Say."

"Just now you told Bai Peng next month..." Xiang Yongming asked curiously, "I heard Yan Gui say that there are training sessions organized by the military region from April to July. Are the quotas set?"

"Huh." Mo Shangyun responded faintly.

"that……"

Xiang Yongming prolonged his voice.

"Quotas are kept secret."

With a glance at the meaning of Xiang Yongming, Mo Shangyun directly interrupted Xiang Yongming's reverie.

"Why," Xiang Yongming looked depressed. "Isn't it all settled down? Many people know that they are settled down."

After finishing speaking, turned to Yongming and asked Anchen behind him: "Anchen, do you know, is there you?"

After a pause, An Chen looked at him and finally nodded: "Well."

About two months ago, they received the information about the training in April. Before coming to the March assessment, the quotas were all determined, and they also talked to the selected people one by one.

Strangely, only some of the people selected in the April training camp were selected to participate in the March assessment. I don’t know what it meant.

"Mo Fulian, you secretly whispered to us, we promise not to speak out. Otherwise, you can tell me secretly, I will not even tell the Li platoon leader."

After getting a satisfactory answer from Anchen, he turned to Yongming and said to Mo Shangyun.

Li Liang looked at Xiang Yongming silently.

However, nothing was said much.

In fact, he also wanted to know.

Mo Shangyun paused, suddenly shouting: "Li Liang!"

"in."

Li Liang's conditioned reflex generally responds.

Stopping, Mo Shangjun turned sideways and raised an eyebrow at him, "Come."

"Yes!"

Li Liang walked over immediately.

Came to the other side of Mo Shangyun and stood still.

"You also want to know?"

Leaning his head, Mo Shangyun looked at him lazily, his eyes lingering with a whimper.

Behind, An Chen looked at the three people quietly, the corners of her mouth tightened in a straight line, and her eyelids drooped slightly, but she felt that the picture was familiar and strange.

When Mo Shangjun digs a pit, it is usually this expression.

However, she only had this expression when digging a hole with an acquaintance.

He glanced at Li Liang and then at Yongming.

Indeed, both of them are her soldiers, and they are unconditionally supporting her and recognizing her.

Faintly, I was born with a little jealousy.

It seemed that when she was a soldier, she was closer to her.

"Yes!"

Li Liang did not deny his original intention.

"Come on, let's talk about it." Mo Shangyun clapped his hands and spoke slowly.

Across the ink, Li Liang and Xiang Yongming glanced at each other, and suddenly there was an ominous hunch.

"I remember you like to talk about fairness," Mo Shangyun said, "If I told you and Xiang Yongming alone, wouldn't it be unfair to the others who were selected?"

"..." Li Liang was dumb for a moment.

Xiang Yongming poked his head and said, "This is not the case, Li is the platoon leader."

Mo Shangyun leaned his head and squinted at him, "Then how do you and Lin Qi count?"

Xiang Yongming: "..."

It was a fiasco.

"Really unfair."

Li Liang forced out a smile and affirmed Mo Shangyun's concept.

He seems to be able to find a reason for Mo Shangyun's point of view, but he seems to be unable to grasp the finish line to refute.

Anyway, the habit has been abused by ink, and knowing that he will get even more brutal revenge after refuting, Li Liang still wisely chose to serve soft.

The manly husband, occasionally serving softly in front of the leader... that is called high emotional intelligence, and can be a man.

Li Liang comforted himself.

Mo Shangyun spread his hand, saying that this matter came to an end, and then went on.

"Mo Fulian."

Thinking about it, Li Liang kept up with Mo Shangyun again.

"How?" Mo Shangjun took the call.

"Are you," Li Liang opened his mouth, then discarded the label "High Emotional Intelligence", and asked straightforwardly, "Intentionally retaliated against what I had against you... well, properly questioned and disapproved."

appropriate?

Mo Shangyun's eyebrows moved slightly, don't give him a deep look.

Li Liang was trembling, but without any counsel, he looked at him seriously.

Gou lips smiled lightly, and Mo Shangyun reached out his hand, patting him on the shoulder very heavily, and said with emotion: "Li Pai is long, seeing is not broken."

Li Liang: "..."

really.

Xiang Yongming looked at Mo Shangyun and Li Liang in surprise.

Then, consciously took two steps back, avoiding these two "hostile" people.

He vaguely remembered that after he went to the reconnaissance camp, he heard that the veteran had said that he had arrived at the reconnaissance camp a few days earlier, and had a "fight with wisdom" with the Li platoon leader. Long two or three things.

Gee.

He thought he was talking.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly.

Mo Fulian was really great, even Li Liang, who had such a good temper, was able to get up with her.

Xiang Yongming looked at Mo Shangyun in a different light.

After thinking about it, Li Liang avoided Mo Shangjun in an interesting way, and silently took two steps back, allowing Mo Shangjun to lead the way and be a mountain tyrant.

Mo Shangyun walked in front calmly.

An Chen walked at the end, walking slowly, and occasionally heard Li Liang and Xiang Yongming whispering about how Mo Shangyun was abnormal, and recalling the trivial things of reconnaissance Erlian, although it was a very gossip thing, but As long as it's about ink painting, it's hard to hear.

Mo Shangyun couldn't be more clear about their remarks. Although they felt noisy, but for their long time in the jungle, they were kind enough to leave them alone.

*

Along the way, Mo Shangyun and others went very smoothly.

Although lightning flashes and thunder, but the chance of really hacking is very low.

Because it is rainy and the land is soft and full of mud and puddles, the speed at which they travel is greatly reduced.

Two hours away, I walked for three hours.

However, it was considered to have arrived before the stipulated time.

In front of them, there are two groups.

Group 11, Yu Yitong, Yan Jin, Yan Gui, Lin Qi.

Group 17, Qin Xue, Shang Yuanting, Du Guihua, Yuan Qu.

Group 2, Duan Zimu, Song Ci, Liang Zhiqiong, Xin Shuang.

"Mo Mo!" Yan Gui was the first to see Mo Shangyun, and he ran excitedly as he followed.

Hearing the sound, brushing a group of people, a total of 11 people, all turned their heads and looked at Mo Shangyun.

Because Yan Gui shouted, Mo Shangyun was successfully baptized by a group of people.

Mo Shangyun frowned slightly.

Footsteps stopped.

At this time, Yangui had already rushed towards the ink on a speed exceeding ordinary people.

"Boom--"

Above the head, after a flash of lightning, a deafening thunder sounded.

Looking at Yan Gui, who smiled and smiled, Mo Shangyun thought with emotion, this thunderbolt split on Yan Gui, that would be the best.

Li Liang stood still and glanced at the three teams in front of him, and then caught sight of Lin Qi.

like……

You can hang on the ink.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

After careful consideration, the assessment in March revealed that the bottle would be finished tomorrow with chicken blood... (*╲*) All of them blame Bai Peng, all of them are her pots.