Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

In Mo Shangyun, a person who sleeps is spacious enough, but with the addition of a Liang Zhiqiong, the small wooden bed temporarily built is in jeopardy.

As soon as he went up, the wooden bed shook, Liang Zhiqiong immediately lay down, and then sideways, hugged Mo Shangjun's waist.

"hand."

The chilly sound of Mo Shangyun immediately floated into Liang Zhiqiong's ears.

"Hold a little bit of meat," Liang Zhiqiong pouted, not only did she not loosen, but hugged her waist tighter.

"Uncomfortable."

Mo Shangjun frowned, resisting the urge to insert the saber into that irregular hand.

Damn, not her man, what hug? !

Liang Zhiqiong snorted dissatisfiedly, "Mo Shangyun, I'm just a lovelorn."

Mo Shangyun: "..."

rub.

"It's a big deal, I'll hug you too." Liang Zhiqiong leaned into her ear. "My waist is thinner. It's a pity that you don't hug."

"..."

Mo Shangyun hit her forehead with a punch.

This is not a quiet night, awkward, sounded Mo Jun's grumpy voice——

"go to bed!"

The voice fell.

At the nearby shelter, all the students who muttered gossip shut their mouths very consciously.

This night, suddenly became quiet.

*

Because of Liang Zhiqiong's dead skinny face, Mo Shangyun created a lying pillow. After half an hour, without any drowsiness, she opened her eyes and looked at the "eave" made above, and she couldn't help but sigh. .

Liang Zhiqiong on the side, afraid of being crying, was on his way again during the day, but fell asleep unexpectedly.

However, because the mosquitoes were buzzing, she slept a little irregularly and couldn't move one leg, so she took it up, tickled her hands in her dreams, and Mo Shangyun reluctantly took out the mosquito repellent given by Duan Zimu Smudged the exposed area of ​​her body.

It hasn't even woken up yet.

After finishing all this, Mo Shangjun lay down again. This time Liang Zhiqiong slept to death, but did not come to haunt her again.

Mo Shangyun then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Before she went to bed, she glanced at her watch at exactly 11 o'clock.

At around 12 o'clock, the vigil students changed classes. Although they tried to restrain the movements as much as possible, they still made Mo Shangyun sober.

After that, he fell asleep again.

I don't know how long it has passed, Mo Shangyun felt cold and swaying insight, subconsciously opened his eyes and sat up from the wooden bed.

Because of her weight, the movement she got up was not big, but she awakened Liang Zhiqiong, who was crying in her dreams.

"Why?"

Liang Zhiqiong murmured, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and felt a coldness, and his heart suddenly became cold.

"Come down!"

Mo Shangyun turned back suddenly, pushed Liang Zhiqiong aside, and flashed himself off the wooden bed.

When Liang Zhiqiong was pushed away from the wooden bed, the afterglow of his eyes glimpsed the aiming infrared of the sniper rifle. At the moment when the empty bag hit the wooden bed, she thought of—

Oh shit! She has fallen out of love, and she hasn't even let her sleep well? !

Safely escaped the attack of the sniper rifle, Mo Shangyun acted like a ghost, and came to a safe obstacle.

Immediately, **** were bent over his lips and a loud whistle was blown.

As soon as her whistle awakened the student in her sleep, Liang Zhiqiong got up from the ground, raising her voice and shouting, "Someone attacked—"

Before the last "strike" word was finished, Liang Zhiqiong felt a shot in the back of his head. He didn't know what bullet hit the helmet and made a dull sound.

——Liang Zhiqiong only knows that this is definitely not a normal bullet.

The students awakened, and after hearing Liang Zhiqiong's shouting, even though the brain had not completely reacted, the person had already left the shelter.

However, the students who were on the vigil also all recovered, and found the shelter with good vision in the first time.

"Listen to me, whether you are an instructor or a student. Once you have more than 5 rounds of paintballs, you will immediately exit this field survival training." The sound of the loudspeaker sounded in the direction where the sniper gun bullets came from. We have food here, if you have the ability, just come and get it."

"Listen to me, whether you are an instructor or a student. Once you have more than 5 paintballs, you will immediately withdraw from this field survival training. We have food here. If you have the ability, just come and get it."

...

This passage sounded five times.

At the sixth time, they heard a scream in the sound of the horn that sounded again.

Immediately followed by a sentence, "I lean, where did you come from?!"

Of course, in response to him, only the violent sound of hitting his helmet hard with a horn.

at the same time--

Liang Zhiqiong, who was lying on the ground, raised his head slightly and looked at the left and right. He did not see Mo Shangjun's figure.

*

Next to a pile of bushes in the jungle, Mo Shangyun stepped on the chest of the sniper sniper, picked up the horn that was still noisy, and turned off the repeated sound.

She exerted pressure on her feet, and the pain in the man's teeth grinned again.

"Instructor Mo, we are all a group, don't you have to be so ruthless?" Looking at the familiar assistant, asked for mercy.

Moving his feet away, Mo Shangjun squatted down next to him, squinting slightly, and the horn knocked on his head, "We are not a gang right now."

A poor assistant teacher: "..."

Thanks to him, she also helped her buy popsicles, don't take such a river to demolish the bridge!