Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

In the evening, Ancheng. @@@Fiction

Mo Shangjun got off the plane and left the airport.

It was already dark, artificial lights lit the ground, and when I looked up, the dark night sky saw only a few scattered stars.

Mo Shangjun stopped a taxi, and just wanted to say the destination, he heard the ringing of the mobile phone.

It was Lang Yan.

——Although it is a new mobile phone, in the address book, Yan Tianxing entered several contact numbers, including Chen Lu, Mo Shangshuang, Mo Cang's, and even Lang Yan's.

Surprisingly intimate.

"Mr. Long."

After answering the phone, Mo Shangjun lazily shouted.

"Mo Fulian," Lang Yan's hearty voice came over the phone. He smiled and asked, "Are you here yet?"

"Just arrived."

"Just right," Lang Yan said, "I'm going to do something in the city, and I'm going back soon, or if you go to have a meal, I'll pick you up later and go back together."

"Row."

Mo Shangyun responded briskly.

At this time, the cafeteria is estimated to have just opened. However, after she went back, she had already passed the time for dinner.

She is also looking for a place to eat and go back.

Lang Yan recommended a restaurant on the phone, and Mo Shangyun responded. As soon as he hung up, he told the driver the address of the restaurant.

The restaurant was very close to the airport, and arrived in less than half an hour.

When Mo Shangjun paid to get off the bus, the kind-hearted driver also specifically pointed out the specific direction of the restaurant with Mo Shangjun.

Before leaving, Mo Shangyun said thanks.

Carrying a bag on one shoulder, carrying a few bags, Mo Shangjun took out his phone and walked slowly towards the restaurant.

However, as soon as he reached the door, the afterglow in the corner of his eyes noticed the two of them by the door, and his pace could not help but pause.

Um... two beggars.

A man and a woman, strangely familiar.

After thinking for a while, Mo Shangyun took two steps towards that side, looked at the two of them up and down, and suddenly found... really two acquaintances.

Liang Zhiqiong and Yuan Qu.

"Why don't we both eat the king's meal," Liang Zhiqiong felt like a hungry stomach, and thieves suggested, "Run after eating, the average person can't catch up with us anyway."

"So..." Yuan Qu swallowed, nervously, "Not great?"

"It's a big deal. After the assessment is over, we will come back and pay back the money." Liang Zhiqiong said, trying to find ways to reduce the guilty guilty of the heart.

"No, no," Yuan Qu shook his head quickly. "I can't do this kind of thing, and I will definitely reveal it at that time."

Liang Zhiqiong frowned, grunting angrily, "God knows how I am with you."

Upon hearing the sound, Yuan Qu blushed and looked down awkwardly.

"You have to think like this," Liang Zhiqiong bitterly brainwashed Yuan Qu. "There is still a trial at nine o'clock. According to the urine of the instructors, we must have no time to sleep all night, and, in case we have to start, We are physically weak, so if we fail, is it too embarrassing?"

"cough."

Hearing this, Mo Shangyun coughed deliberately.

When Leng Buding heard the coughing sound, Liang Zhiqiong and Yuan Qu were both startled. They thought they had been discovered by someone. They looked over with vigilance and guilty conscience.

Upon seeing Mo Shangyun, the expressions of their guilty conscience immediately turned into surprise.

"Ink, ink on Jun!"

Liang Zhiqiong's tone was full of surprise and excitement, and even his voice was trembling unconsciously.

"Just as alert as you are," Mo Shangyun raised an eyebrow at them and chuckled, "Have you not abstained yet?"

Yuanqu, who wanted to say hello to her, immediately closed her mouth and spoke without a face when she heard this seemingly ridiculous sarcasm.

I really don't know when Mo Shangyun came to them...

"I—Bah!" Liang Zhiqiong grunted angrily, and lifted his hands to lift up his sleeves. "I haven't asked you yet, what are you doing, right?"

"Dry revolution." Mo Shangjun said frankly.

Liang Zhiqiong: "..."

After a pause, Liang Zhiqiong didn't think of any reason to refute.

Originally full of fire because of Mo Shangjun's waiver, now it is not venting at all.

"You, you are so humorous." Yuan Qu was stunned and felt like seeing the New World.

This ink-smashing, although poisonous, is... quite approachable.

"Have you not eaten in a few days?" Mo Shangyun raised her eyebrows in amusement.

"Two--"

Yuan Qu wanted to answer subconsciously, but Liang Zhiqiong stopped it with a blank eye.

Liang Zhiqiong stared at Mo Shangyun, gritting his teeth and saying innocently: "I didn't eat dinner."

Seeing her swollen face as a fat man, Mo Shangyun shrugged, "Come with me."

After talking, walked straight towards the restaurant door.

Seeing her posture, the little bit of anger that Liang Zhiqiong barely kept in his heart disappeared without a trace, and Fangdian went to the door with Mo Shangyun.

Yuan Qu felt happy and followed with great pleasure.

It is estimated that these days have been sloshing in the city, and they have not mixed their heads.

When Mo Shangjun brought the two in, he was looked at by the waiter for a few times. Finally, after the waiter confirmed the genuine brand name on Mo Shangjun, he said nothing and took the menu and ordered the three of them.

Mo Shangyun ordered a dish, and the rest was left to Liang Zhiqiong and Yuan Qu.

Liang Zhiqiong and Yuanqu resembled gluttonous food, ordering eight dishes in a row, and then stopped at the hint of the waiter.

Finally, the waiter took the menu with a grotesque look, looked at Mo Shangyun hesitantly, and saw that she had no abnormalities before leaving the menu.

Liang Zhiqiong poured himself two glasses of water. After drinking it for a while, he thought about it, and asked Mo Shangyun with uncertainty, "Is there enough money?"

The past few days have been used up, no matter what you do, as long as you use the money, you have to work hard to calculate.

Right now, even if Mo Shangyun said he wanted to treat guests, Liang Zhiqiong was also subconsciously worried about money.

"Relax," Mo Shangyun played with his mobile phone, the screen was lit, and the WeChat interface was deliberately exposed. He said lazily, "Without enough, you can let Peng Yuqiu get money."

"You, you..." With a glance at the interface, Liang Zhiqiong stood up directly and asked angrily, "How do you have his WeChat?!"

"Don't you?" Mo Shangjun shrugged.

Just now Peng Yuqiu and Xiao Chuyun both sent her friend invitations and pulled her into a WeChat group called [Instructor Team].

She glanced at it. In addition to the evaluation of Mu Cheng and Duan Zimu who were still here in March, several other instructors were added.

"Of course I have."

Liang Zhiqiong gritted his teeth, realizing that his movements were a bit big and sat down awkwardly.

However, she added Peng Yuqiu's WeChat, and it took Peng Yuqiu a long time before she agreed.

How long did Mo Shangyun know Peng Yuqiu?

Can't help but think of Mo Shangyun's relationship with Peng Yuqiu's colleagues, Liang Zhiqiong also sneered.

This... it's too cheap.

"I will not investigate the matter of WeChat," Liang Zhiqiong looked at Mo Shangyun, "but you must not tell him about the meal you invited me. The big deal is that after the assessment is over, I will repay the money. you."

"it is good."

Mo Shangyun should be extremely refreshing.

Liang Zhiqiong: "..."

Yuan Qu: "..."

Could it be that the legend is, can money make ghosts grind?

Liang Zhiqiong touched his chin.

its not right.

What about the high wind festival?

"Tell me, what is your situation?"

After drinking tea, Mo Shangyun leaned against the back of the chair and asked the two lazily.

"This one--"

Yuan Qu hesitated, not knowing what to say.

"This is our business. You are now away and cannot tell you." Liang Zhiqiong preemptively said.

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun nodded.

What does oh mean?

Liang Zhiqiong only felt baffled, frowning frantically.

Soon, after seeing Mo Shangjun picking up the phone and typing without any hassle, he frowned, and it became clear.

Damn, go back door again.

Liang Zhiqiong gritted his teeth angrily.

So, in the kung fu of serving, Mo Shangjun asked in the group, and got a detailed explanation from Peng Yuqiu and Ji Ruonan.

The link is very simple, living in the city without any identity, two groups of two, every day there are different items of assessment, the top three groups will have rewards ranging from 1, 5, 3, but behind the top three, there is no Any rewards must be updated independently.

For this link, Peng Yuqiu seemed to be very concerned and asked a lot of interesting things.

Such as: Which group is unlucky and has the strength to enter the top three, but has several accidents in a row; which individuals are particularly profitable in making money, and it is not a problem to earn money every day. Able to get ahead; some people look very capable, but when they come to this kind of life, they are seriously behind; in the first and second stages, the results are excellent, and in the third stage, the earth-shaking changes have occurred, and not many are outstanding...

When Peng Yuqiu spoke, the group became lively.

However, someone's sudden words calmed down the group instantly.

[Yan Tianxing: Fallen leaves know autumn, come and find me. ]