Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The sight swept to Yan Tianxing appeared, Mo Shangjun silently put down his phone and concentrated on starting to eat. ``''

Looking at the opposite side, Liang Zhiqiong and Yuan Qu gobbled up and down, and they did not know how eager they were to eat.

Mo Shangyun couldn't help but feel funny.

There are enough dishes on the table, rice can be added at any time, Mo Shangyun does not grab with them, eating slowly.

When she finished eating, the two were still fighting.

Lang Yan's call came in time. After Mo Shangjun connected, he greeted the two of them and planned to check out.

"Mo Shangyun!"

Seeing her get up, Liang Zhiqiong quickly shouted at her.

"Ok?"

Mo Shangyun lowered her eyelids.

Liang Zhiqiong was busy stealing his eyes, strenuously glancing at the ink, "helping me look at Peng Yuqiu."

"...It depends."

Coping with perfunctory, Mo Shangjun left with a backpack and a bag.

After checking out, as soon as I left the restaurant, I saw a jeep parked on the side of the road, and Lang Yan who stood outside the door and waved when she saw her.

Wearing the army uniform, it really came to do the right thing, from the beginning to the end, meticulous care, just like this, you can directly take military propaganda photos.

Less than a month later, Lang Yan, who lives in the office, was successfully tanned. His healthy wheat-colored skin and facial contours became more mature, and his eyebrows gradually became sharper.

Of course, that kindness and heartiness did not diminish.

"Thin."

As Mo Shangyun approached, Lang Yan looked at her a few times and shook his head.

"The world is difficult." Mo Shangyun sighed in coordination.

"..."

Lang Yan smiled.

"please."

Pulling the car door, Lang Yan made a please gesture.

"Thanks."

Mo Shangyun sat down in good faith.

Soon, Lang Yan bypassed the front of the car and sat down in the driving position.

I just wanted to explain that Mo Shangjun fastened his seat belt, but as soon as I turned his head, I found that Mo Shangyun had fastened the seat belt firmly, especially when sitting properly.

She put her backpack and bag at her feet.

"Trophy?"

After glancing at the bags, Lang Yan asked sarcastically.

Even if you travel with a bag, it doesn't seem to be consistent with Mo Shangjun's style.

Mo Shangyun glanced at him, then shouted softly at him, "Long Commander."

"How?"

Lang Yan started the car and felt that there was cold air around him, all directions and permeable, so he closed the window.

"Don't you think," Mo Shangyun gave a slight pause and asked deeply, "We are missing a calligraphy in our office?"

Suddenly, Lang Yan succeeded in being distorted by Mo Shangyun, and nodded in shame. "Erlian's award pennants took a little bit."

"I just brought back a calligraphy."

Speaking of which, Mo Shangyun felt cold and felt a little bit of conscience.

Lang Yan said without hesitation: "OK, hang it when you go back."

"Row."

Mo Shangyun echoed, and his eyes drifted out of the window unconsciously.

Um... the scenery in the city is good.

Along the way, with regard to the question of "calligraphy and painting", Lang Yan didn't care about it at all. Instead, he asked Mo Shangjun about the March assessment.

For example, the performance of Li Liang, Lin Qi and Xiang Yongming.

For example, there is still a gap compared with the continuous one.

For example, in March, it was assessed whether all elites in the military region were called.

Mo Shangjun told Lang Yan what he could say.

Of course, nothing was said about her own performance.

Anyway...it doesn't make much sense.

The journey was a bit far, and in the nearly three-hour drive, Lang Yan also incidentally talked to Mo Shangjun about the situation in Jianglianli.

This time, Mo Shangjun left less than a month, and even fewer things happened in the company, except that there were frequent frictions with the two companies. The training was always carried out in accordance with Mo Shangyun’s plan, and the first time he took the "One" two companies have also kept their passion till now.

Mo Shangjun listened carefully.

Somehow, it was less than a month away, but it seemed like I had been away for a long time, and I did not feel familiar with most things.

*

21st Army, Scout Battalion, Second Company Office.

11pm.

The office lights are on, the lights are bright, and the view is quite clear.

Lang Yan looked at the calligraphy and painting in his hand, his expression somewhat tangled.

He suddenly realized that the guilt of his response to Mo Shangyun was purely his own thoughts.

This……

Tomorrow will be asked by the instructor to talk.

"Dear Comrade Mo Shangjun, take the liberty to ask, who wrote this...?"

Halfway through, Lang Yanqiang endured his inner depression, and asked Zhao Yunjun.

"Whoever writes is not important," Mo Shangyun clapped his hands and persuaded with a smile, "The important thing is that the thoughts expressed in these words."

Lang Yan: "..."

Speaking of which, Lang Yan is really irrefutable.

As a soldier, it is impossible to deny'reliance on the country'?

However, to hang such deliberate, scribbled, and atmospheric words on the wall above his head to make many people laugh, Lang Yan was unintentional.

"Well, today is too late. How about I find someone to hang tomorrow?"

Lang Yanpi proposed with a smile.

Long as long as the calligraphy hanging above his head, the better, Lang Yan did not mind at all.

"Row."

Mo Shangyun nodded.

No longer teasing him, clapping his hands, putting the two bags away, and then carrying the backpack back to the dormitory.

It was time to turn off the lights. She didn't turn on the lights, but with the help of the outside light, she clearly saw the situation in the dormitory.

Lin Qi was not here, but for so long, there was no dust at all, and it seemed to be clean here yesterday.

The bedding and items did not move at all, but they showed signs of frequent cleaning.

Mo Shangyun swept around and couldn't help but laugh.

For the purpose of this group of kids, she didn't participate in their training these days.

*

The next day.

Early in the morning, Mo Shangyun had just finished breakfast and was called by the battalion commander to talk.

The focus is on two things.

1. As for the incident a month ago, I did a deep ideological education to determine whether Mo Shangyun had negative emotions.

2. With regard to the assessment in March, the battalion commander made a general understanding, and expressed some pity that Mo Shangyun gave up after the second round.

It was so simple for two things to communicate for more than an hour before Mo Shangyun left the commander’s office.

However, when he returned to Erlian, he had to go through it again. Mo Shangyun got a lot of greetings all the way. It took ten minutes to get back to Erlian after half an hour.

I was a little tired for no reason.

"Mo Fulian!"

"Mo Fulian!"

"Mo Fulian!"

...

Returning to Erlian, Mo Shangyun was once again cordially greeted.

Rubbing his eyebrows, avoiding the crowds, Mo Shangjun returned to the office.

As soon as he entered, Lang Yan and the instructor met standing under a wall.

The instructor said: "If you want to hang it, you can make it better! What is this-Jing Zhong Bao Guo. These words are not enough, but can you find someone to write better? This is not written by yourself. Right? What about the payment?"

Lang Yan bitterly said, "It looks good, it doesn't matter. What is important is the meaning of these words, which very intuitively expresses the core ideas of our army--"

"Just pull on you!" The instructor interrupted him angrily.

Mo Shangjun's leg lifted in, paused, and then quietly retracted back.

However, standing at the door was really conspicuous, and before she could disappear, the instructor and Lang Yan's eyes swept.

"Mo Fulian, let's talk," the instructor stopped her directly, pointing to Lang Yan, and said, "He went out yesterday and didn't know where he was deceived. He brought a pair of loyal loyalty to the country, he just wanted to Hang on the wall, it’s been brainwashed. Yes. You’re in an office with him, can you stand it?!"

Lang Yan: "..."

Mo Shangyun thought for a while and stood straight at the door, saying bluntly: "I brought that painting."

Instructor: "..."

His face was blue and purple, and purple and blue. The instructor opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he held back for a long time and couldn't say a word.

Seeing what the instructor was saying, Lang Yan wanted to laugh unconsciously, so his eyebrows were curved, and his eyes were full of smiles.

"Who wrote this?"

After a long time, the instructor calmed down and asked Mo Shangjun quite tangled.

"Family."

Mo Shangyun looked calm.

Instructor: "..."

For a time, nothing could be said.

Family members, wouldn't it be... her dad?

No signature, it won’t be, I’m afraid it’s too shocking, right?

The instructor shivered.

In the end, I didn't have any thoughts to stop it. I waved my hand disappointedly and said flatly: "Follow you."

As soon as the voice fell, the instructor could not wait to leave.

This is definitely not the face of Mo Shangyun's dad!

This is...too lazy!

The instructor comforted himself, and strode the meteor away.

Mo Shangyun leaned against the door, Zhao Langyan smiled and raised his eyebrow.

Lang Yan sighed with fate.

Looking up, I saw the four big characters of "Jingzhong Baoguo".

It is estimated that these words must have been hanging above his head.

You have to work harder and get promoted sooner.

Lang Yan made up his mind in silence.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

One thing, about the group, I didn't think it was necessary, but I still want to say it here.

——The bottle was transferred to the group of book friends, and the group was retired.

The cause is a reader who hasn't talked to him at all. This person is chasing relationships in the group. He has never talked about things related to the special war, and swears and curses people, but it will very much stir the atmosphere and attract people's hearts. Eventually he was managed by cursing people.

The group is not so lively.

The question is coming, I have seen many times that someone said, "It's gone, it's so deserted in the group." ┑(￣Д￣)┍I want to hit someone.

I also met just today. The person who said this was still thrown away in a private chat screenshot in the group. At that time, I also politely pointed out that this behavior was wrong, and then my heart was cold.

In the past ten days, [Bottle Book Friends Group] became [Exclusive Group]. After being kicked, I was nostalgic for countless people. I thought, if I retired, would anyone be worried? So he retreated.

Just sauce purple.

P: Here, I wish the world's book friends group not be occupied by individual readers.