Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"Mo Fulian. ==="

Suddenly the words, such as clenching teeth and teeth, reluctantly at the same time, withhold anger.

"what's up?"

Satisfied, Mo Shangyun raised an eyebrow and took the conversation.

"Speech is more important than this assessment?"

Lin Qi stared at her closely and asked coldly.

Watching Mo Shangjun abstain.

But at the beginning, she didn't respond at all, only felt that everyone had abstained, and Mo Shangyun was definitely the one who stayed.

However, Mo Shangyun pulled the signal flare so lightly that Yun Danfeng walked away lightly.

Waiting for the assessment to end completely, everyone gathered in the temporary camp, Lin Qi suddenly reacted, she looked up and looked for Mo Shangyun, but even Mo Shangyun's figure was not seen.

Obviously it was Mo Shangjun's decision, and Ming Shang Moyun had nothing to do with her, but the inexplicable anger burned all night.

By the beginning of the third phase of the assessment, she found a reason for Mo Shangyun—the reason she had to launch.

Unexpectedly, after returning to Erlian, he asked Lang Yan to ask clearly, Lin Qi only knew that Mo Shangyun was only for a few days of speech!

Is it important to have a speech?

There are so many people who can talk and talk, and there are more people than Mo Shangyun who have the qualifications.

can--

In this March assessment, how many people clenched their teeth and wanted to stay for a better chance, but in the hands of Mo Shangjun, they gave up so easily.

There is no bit of nostalgia.

Lin Qi felt very angry.

For another person, there may not be such a big reaction, but it is Mo Shangyun who gave up this opportunity with his own hands. Lin Qi has a kind of anger in his heart that is unclear.

It was difficult for her to accept an opportunity that she needed to do her utmost to get, but she was given up for such an insignificant reason.

Hate iron not become steel, only disappointment.

But here at Mo Shangyun, not only disappointed, but also angry and irritable for her game mentality.

"Yes."

Mo Shangjun answered lazily.

"you--"

Lin Qi gritted his teeth, swearing in his throat, and stopped again.

Mo Shangyun so frankly admits that she has no position even to blame.

"Lin Paichang," Mo Shangyun stopped her, her eyelids lifted slightly, her eyes pale, and she said slowly, "Is it important, you are not me and cannot be measured."

Lin Qi was startled.

Suffocating in his heart, he was gradually suppressed.

Yes, she cannot measure.

She didn't know what Mo Shangjun wanted. What was most important to Mo Shangyun was the reputation brought by the speech or the future brought by the assessment. She didn't even understand Mo Shangyun.

Naturally, she could not only blame Mo Shangyun for the wrong behavior, she even had no position to express her views on the matter.

They are just alumni, just comrades-in-arms, just subordinate relations.

"Lin platoon leader."

After a slight pause, he glanced at Lin Qi's expression, and Mo Shangyun called on her again.

"I know."

Lin Qi raised his voice sharply, interrupting Mo Shangjun's follow-up remarks.

The words fell but did not give Mo Shangyun the opportunity to continue speaking. He turned and strode back to the canteen.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and stood still, looking at Lin Qi's back, leaving some crying and laughing.

She can understand what Lin Qi cares about.

Lin Qi felt that it was not worth her to give up the March assessment to participate in the speech. She did so by giving up an opportunity to stay in front of her.

Then, she felt that the opportunity cherished by others was easily given up by her. This inattentive attitude made it difficult for Lin Qi to accept it.

But, as she said, trade-offs are measured by yourself.

She doesn't care if her grades are good.

In March, it does not matter whether you participate.

However, if you don't accompany Chen Lu on the road... I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future.

*

Since that night, the atmosphere between Mo Shangyun and Lin Qi suddenly became strange.

Under the premise that there is no need to communicate, Lin Qi will never say a word to Mo Shangyun.

When he had to find Mo Shangyun, Lin Qi uttered a "Mo Fulian" bit by bit and shouted extremely alienated.

Mo Shangyun wanted to talk to her for a good talk, but the weekend meeting was held in groups. Since she had not returned for nearly a month, the battalion commander focused her attention on her, and could not find the opportunity to be lazy. After the primary school, the soldiers will be given ideological guidance. After the ideological guidance, they will get overtime to see the results of everyone in Erlian.

Overtime is not something that Mo Shangyun has always advocated. But by this time, it can only be said that it is absolutely necessary.

Because this is not a job need, but what she wants to know.

Even if she didn't train them personally, she was also the deputy company commander of the Second Company anyway. It is also necessary to have a rough understanding of her soldiers.

This busy, after a busy weekend, in a blink of an eye to the 31st.

On Monday, Lien was busy again.

Mo Shangyun was busy fooling around, went out for a morning exercise, and returned to the office to read materials.

This is the information given by Yan Tianxing.

Tomorrow is going to prepare for the April camp training. I had scrutinized it twice before, but they were both absent-minded. Now, if I read it carefully, it should be consolidated.

However, before I finished reading it again, I heard the WeChat group of the instructor squad that had been quiet for a long time.

After a while, Mo Shangjun opened WeChat.

Mucheng: Finally liberated, do you want to go out for dinner tonight?

Peng Yuqiu: This is a good idea, where to eat.

Xiao Chuyun: Yes.

Duan Zimu: Count me.

Ji Ruonan: Count me one. +1

Mucheng: Yan Tianxing, Yan Ye, are you here?

Yan Tianxing: A little meeting.

Mucheng: ...

Peng Yuqiu: ...

Scanning their chat history, Mo Shangyun typed a few words and sent them over.

Mo Shangyun: What meeting?

Mucheng: Comrade Xiaomo, when will you come?

Peng Yuqiu: Let's have more meetings every day. We will wait for you without stopping.

Mo Shangyun was stunned.

I just wanted to return a "?", but I hit it down and didn't have time to send it. I saw a new caller ID coming in.

Remarks: Yan Meiren.

Mo Shangyun took the hand and answered.

"Brother Xing."

The phone was passed to his ear, and Mo Shangjun's appellation became smoother.

"Are you done?"

Yan Tianxing's low magnetic voice slipped into his ear.

After a pause, Mo Shangyun touched his neck before saying: "It's almost done."

"Read all the information?" Yan Tianxing continued to ask.

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun glanced at the computer screen and nodded blushing and panting.

"I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow morning."

"So early?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"There are many things." Yan Tianxing said.

After a pause, Mo Shangyun asked, "Do you often have meetings?"

"Okay."

"what about me?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Yan Tianxing answered extremely decisively.

Mo Shangyun: "..."

"Bye."

As soon as the voice fell, Yan Tianxing quickly hung up.

Mo Shangyun silently glanced at the big four words on the phone screen.

Brows lightly.

It has nothing to do with her?

I always feel weird.

However, it doesn't make much sense to care about these now, anyway, there will be a gap of a day and a half.

No need to have a meeting, more to her heart.

The phone screen returns to the WeChat interface again.

However, there is no new news.

Mo Shangyun glanced at his eyes. He didn't take it seriously. He turned off the phone and put it in the drawer.

Look up again, and then go to see the information.

*

in the afternoon.

Mo Shangjun ate a meal, did not even rest for a moment, still busy at the desk.

Lang Yan wandered around her desk back and forth.

Mo Shangyun took the time to look up at him a few times, but he saw that he was entangled, and there was no sound.

"Mr. Long."

He tapped his fingers on the table, and the ink on his eyebrows lightly raised his eyes, staring at Lang Yan.

"This is how things are," Lang Yan took two steps to this side, and said quickly, "No, is tomorrow your birthday? You go tomorrow, and it will be three months, so I discussed with the instructor , Do you want to celebrate you at night?"

As the company commander and instructor, it is natural to understand Mo Shangyun's birthday.

April 1st.

Because this day is April Fool's Day and the day is special, Lang Yan remembers it very clearly.

From the day Mo Shangyun came back, I discussed this with the instructor.

But after discussing it, I still think it's better to ask about the meaning of Mo Shangyun.

"Come."

Mo Shangyun hesitated, raised his finger, and ticked him.

Lang Yan was slightly stunned, and soon approached her, looked around left and right, and after confirming that there was no one in the corridor, he bent down and put his ears together.

"The days on the ID card are fake." Mo Shangyun lowered his voice slightly.

"Ah?" Lang Yan looked at her in surprise. "Really?"

"Fake." Mo Shangyun shrugged and said frankly, "It is to bring the festival to the front."

Lang Yan: "..."

Later, Lang Yan said with a straight face: "Confirm, does this mean you don't want to celebrate?"

"clever."

Mo Shangyun's lips chuckled.

"Then," Lang Yan thought for a moment, and finally nodded hard, "Okay."

It is really not like Mo Shangyun's style to let Erlian hold a big birthday party for Mo Shangjun.