Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"Ji Ruonan arranged "undercover" in Group A to keep abreast of the news of the students in Group A. Mo Mo, as long as you say a word, don’t mention Group A, I can control all the small dynamics of the students. Do you want to develop me Insider?"

At the end, Yan Gui's voice was mixed with obvious expectations.

Mo Shangyun rewarded him with a punch in the chest.

Not too heavy, but enough for Yangui to converge a bit.

Yan Gui covered his chest, bent down, and looked at Mo Shangyun with a sad face, "Mo Mo, your group B is now a piece of sand, are you sure you don't want to seize their weakness?"

"Reload?" Mo Shangyun wrinkled his brow.

Immediately, Yan Gui stood upright, carrying the barbecue bag, standing straight, with his chin lifted slightly, and looking straight ahead, there was no standard to stand up and salute.

However, the eyeballs have been wandering around all the time, sweeping around, when there is no rule.

"What's wrong with Group A?" Mo Shangyun asked.

"I overheard at night," Yan Gui immediately took a standing posture, sneaking, "Ji Ruonan arranged for a person, undercover, pay close attention to the situation of the students in Group A, it is not a trick, it should be an in-depth understanding of them. For a moment, I can know what happened first, so that she can take countermeasures."

Mo Shangyun nodded slightly.

This is at most a means of management.

It's not mean and shameless.

His eyes rolled round, Yan Gui asked hippie with a smile: "Mo Mo, don't you really think about me?"

"Not consider."

Mo Shangyun answered without thinking.

"It doesn't matter if you don't think about it now," Yan Gui said without surprise. "As long as you want, you can come to me at any time, and I won't despise you."

Mo Shangyun looked up at him, raised his hand, and put him on his shoulder. "Advice, I am now talking to your boss's boss, what to say..."

Deliberately, Mo Shangjun patted his chest with the back of his hand and raised an eyebrow to remind him: "A little bit."

"Yes, Instructor Mo!"

Yan Gui'er shivered and set his solemn attitude immediately.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows with a smile, withdrew his hand, and left with satisfaction.

Yan Gui used the afterglow of his eyes to watch her go.

Waiting for her to disappear, she was relieved from her upright posture.

Yan Gui touched his rare heart that was so scared and frightened.

The right ink is terrible...

*

Mo Shangyun returned to the office building.

To go to your own office, you need to pass by Mucheng's office.

As soon as Mo Shangyun arrived at the door, he heard the priest in the door greet—

"Instructor Mo, do you have a barbecue? Come and eat together?"

Upon hearing the sound, Mo Shangjun's footsteps paused slightly.

Glancing inward, he suddenly found that Ji Ruonan, Peng Yuqiu, and Xiao Chuyun were all there.

"No, I have eaten."

Glancing at the skewers in their hands, Mo Shangyun answered without guilt.

Peng Yuqiu glanced at her casual clothes and asked with a mouthful, "Aren't you going out with Grandpa Yan?"

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere in the office changed.

"you guess."

Mo Shangyun shrugged his shoulders and did not reply half-heartedly.

After talking, he walked slowly to the next office.

Walking to the door of the office, the ghost was so disappointed that he glanced at Yan Tianxing's office and noticed that there was no light on there, so Mo Shangyun returned his gaze.

"Look what?"

As soon as I went further to the office, I heard a ridiculous inquiry.

Mo Shangyun glanced lightly at Duan Zimu who was still in the office.

"Landscape." Mo Shangyun answered frankly.

When passing by Duan Zimu's office, the pace came to a standstill, "Did you go for supper?"

Duan Zimu took a pen in his hand, and said in a deep way: "It was blacklisted and not invited."

"Oh?" His brow lightened, and a slight pause, Mo Shangyun understood, and said, "Silence for you."

It was clear that it was Yan Tianxing who spoke, so that no one would "invite" Duan Zimu.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Duan Zimu intentionally.

"The cause is in you, don't make a point?" Duan Zimu looked at her with a smile.

Mo Shangjun walked to his desk, put his hand on the office chair, raised his eyebrows and looked at Duan Zimu, suddenly asked: "Am I white?"

Duan Zimu froze slightly.

Can not help but looked at her a few times.

The incandescent lamp was lit in the room. Under the soft light, the already fair skin was lined like porcelain.

I clearly guessed that there was something in her words, but Duan Zimu was so embarrassed that he nodded, "white."

"That's sorry, I don't take it for granted."

Mo Shangjun shrugged, pulled the chair away, and sat down.

"..." Dumb for a moment, Duan Zimu looked at the ink and carefully, and then said, "You will only let me discover your more advantages."

After a pause, Duanzi laughed at the corners of his lips and said affirmatively: "For example, humor."

"Thanks."

Picking up a folder on the table, Mo Shangyun responded pretendingly.

Duan Zimu smiled.

Then he looked at Mo Shangyun who turned on the computer and asked, "Is there anything I need to help?"

"Are you busy?" Mo Shangyun glanced at him.

"Ok."

There is nothing to be busy.

He is only in charge of shooting training, and he does not need to control anything else. It is the most leisurely of all instructors.

"Oh," Mo Shangjun nodded, and then innocently commanded, "You will stick to the back of the paper I printed out later."

"Row."

Duan Zimu didn't think much, and responded directly.

However, after hearing the sound of the printer that was working all of a sudden, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

"How many?" Duan Zi Mu asked suspiciously.

"Sixty or seventy." Mo Shangyun answered without lifting his head.

Duan Zimu: "..."

Where is so much paper?

Curious, Duan Zimu stood up and walked towards the printer.

After the printer is working, a thick stack of paper.

Duan Zimu picked up the paper, glanced at the ink on the keyboard, and then scanned the paper for a circle.

Participants in Group B each have a form to evaluate them from all sides, including the internal affairs, physical fitness, fighting, shooting, other, points, and the vertical time is this month.

The housekeeping and physical performance scores and points for the first day have been entered, and some students will mark them after others.

Some are "good", some are "excellent", some are simply ticked, Duan Zimu did not find other specific effects of this column.

In addition, there is a list of all students' housekeeping results.

Looking at Mo Shangjun who is concentrating on his work, Duan Zimu has an intuition-some forms are not printed here on Mo Shangjun.

Later, Duan Zi Mu Rao hooked his lips with interest.

I have to admit that Mo Shangyun didn't care about looking at anything, but in fact it was no less trouble than Ji Ruonan.

At the very least, Ji Ruonan, who pays attention to everyone in Group A, does not summarize their achievements in such detail.

As far as Duan Zimu himself is concerned, creating more than 50 forms is already a headache for him.

"Instructor Mo, one student from Group B, one less."

Counting the paper on his hand, Duan Zimu confirmed that the number was not correct, and then said to Mo Shangyun.

"Well, give up on her."

When he said this, Mo Shangyun was unhappy and indifferent.

Duan Zimu took a slight pause and glanced at the form in his hand.

Who gave up?

Without asking in detail, Duan Zimu turned the paper again and compared it according to the list of students in Group B. It was not until the end that he knew who it was.

322, Midsummer.

Noting the name, Duan Zimu inevitably thought of hearing what happened during the fighting training...

give up?

Duan Zimu frowned lightly and glanced at the ink, but he quickly looked back.

Without asking a word about 322, Duan Zimu took the paper and double-sided tape and started to work against the wall.

The steps are very simple, just too cumbersome, but Duan Zimu is very patient. He puts a piece of paper on top and divides them into categories. The list of group B students is even arranged according to the dormitory, which is very clear.

Mo Shangjun entered a good fighting result, stretched his waist, sent it to Yan Tianxing and Xiao Chuyun, then printed out the document, and then took out his mobile phone to Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu information, urging their score statistics.

The document was printed, and Mo Shangjun got up and walked over to the printer. As soon as he picked up the paper, he heard something moving at the door.

Immediately following is the voice of Mucheng——

"Instructor Mo, are you anxious about statistical points?"

Mo Shangyun looked up, and just wanted to answer, he heard Mu Cheng's voice again, "Fuck, what are you doing?!"

After a pause, Mo Shangyun saw the horror look on Mu Cheng's face, and looked at the paper pasted on half of the wall with his fingers, and he seemed to be skeptical of life during the pause.