Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The noise in the hallway gradually became quieter after an extra kitchen knife on Mo Shangjun's neck.

The security guards were around the door. Obviously, no hostage-taking scenes had been seen.

Nurses, doctors, patients, and family members of the patients messed up in the hallway, but most of them kept a certain distance from this ward.

However, there are also people with short eyes who are still outside and taking videos with their mobile phones.

Lu Yang looked at this sudden scene, estimated the distance between him and the robber, and knocked the possibility of knocking out the robber with a book in his hand, inadvertently swept to the ink on the hostage, and suddenly saw the ink on the ink Yun's face had no fluctuating expression, and the emotion between his eyebrows was suffocating and speechless, with no consciousness of being a hostage.

Lu Yang subconsciously touched his neck, hesitated, and chose to be his crippling.

The neck held by the knife can still keep such a calm, should have self-preservation skills.

Don't worry about him.

The security guard pulled out a posture to negotiate with the robber. Mo Shangyun noticed the unstable mood of the man holding the knife and the knife trembling around his neck. He was afraid of being injured by mistake. Moved a bit.

"Don't move! Move me again and kill you!"

The man holding the knife felt Mo Shangyun's movement, and immediately roared.

He lowered his head subconsciously, glanced at the ink, and noticed that the fruit knife in her hand was almost not exploded. "Damn, put the knife down!"

Mo Shangyun paused briefly.

She looked up unhurriedly, but the security guard was going to be mad by her.

Put the knife down!

This man has lost his mind. She, a hostage, does whatever the person wants her to do!

Moreover, where can I see the knife holder to the neck so calm and relaxed, wouldn't it just happen to be someone who wants to commit suicide? !

"Eh," Mo Shangyun said slowly, and his calm eyes fell on the man in the back, asking one word after another, "Are you sure, am I being taken hostage?"

When asked by her so irresponsibly, the man gave her a strange look, thinking that this woman was a fool, his eyebrows raised, his voice raised again, "I let you put the knife down!"

After roaring, he looked up again, staring at the person outside the door, and said fiercely: "Hurry up and call the **** named Chen Hua to pay your life! Or I will kill her!"

This loud voice was really noisy, so Mo Shangyun could not help but frown.

However, since she is really taken as a hostage, don’t blame her for being polite...

While the man's eyes were outside, the fruit knife in Mo Shangjun's hand turned around, and the knife edge was directly pointed at the hand holding the kitchen knife. The fierce light flashed through the eyes. The next moment, the fruit knife went from the back of the hand Stabbed in.

Controlling the force, not piercing or penetrating too deeply, she controlled a range that would let him loose the kitchen knife because of the pain.

At the moment when the kitchen knife fell, Mo Shangyun raised the other hand to copy it, so as not to be injured by mistake.

"Oh shit!"

Behind him, the man yelled and raised his other hand. After raising his fist, he slammed into Mo Shangjun's head.

Mo Shangyun pushed the wheelchair back quietly. The man's fist was just halfway through, and he was hit hard by the wheelchair. Immediately, he screamed and the fist was automatically put down.

The wheelchair slid forward two meters, and then rotated ninety degrees, Mo Shangjun raised his uninjured right foot, and when the man wanted to rush again, Mo Shangyun really kicked him on his knee, When he yelled in pain, he kicked him on his lower abdomen, kicked him two or three meters, and fell to the ground.

Resolved easily, not even the warm-up time, Mo Shangyun retracted his foot and gave the man a pity.

Looking at the tall people, I didn't want to fight so hard.

Security guards, doctors, patients, etc. outside the door: "..."

They stared at the sudden reversal in a stunned manner, their eyes blinking and blinking, and there was no recovery for a while.

When the reaction came, in addition to admiration for Mo Shangyun, there was also pity for the man who fell to the ground.

Gee.

So a tough man was actually planted in the hands of a girl in a wheelchair.

The security guards responded quickly, stupefied when the man fell to the ground, but the next moment he rushed up, gave the man a uniform, and took it out.

The man also injured a lot of people in the corridor. It was absolutely impossible to let him leave so simply, the alarm is certain.

Mo Shangjun handed the murder weapon-that is, the kitchen knife to one of the security guards. The security guard who took the kitchen knife was very young. In his early twenties, he took a chopper and looked at Mo Shangyun with emotion, then turned his head back. When I did not know when to climb on the blush.

I was anxious and didn't pay attention. I just saw it and found that the girl was not only armed, but also very beautiful.

awesome.

With little emotion, the little security guard walked out of the door with a kitchen knife.

The corridor outside continued to be lively for a while.

The injured were taken away by doctors and nurses to find a place to bandage.

Two people stood at the door and talked. Mo Shangyun listened to a few words and probably knew the ins and outs of the matter.

——It was probably the man’s wife who had been involved in a traffic accident and was sent in for rescue. There was already only one breath left. Doctor Chen Hua did his best to return without rescue. The man collapsed for a while and went home to take a kitchen knife I folded it back, intending to die with the doctor.

Fortunately, he did not succeed.

Mo Shangyun figured out the situation, and had no curiosity. He planned to close the door.

But, just halfway, a figure jumped into my eyes, and only one hand pressed against the door that was about to be closed, followed by a sound that made people goose bumps—

"This is not my child's high school classmate, Mo... Why is Mo here?"

Mo Shangjun looked at the aunt in her early fifties and fixedly looked at the face that occupied all the vision because of her blessing. He hesitated and said, "Mo Shangyun."

"Yes, yes, ink on Jun."

The aunt who appeared like the wind pushed the door completely open, and then walked directly into the door. After looking at the ordinary double ward like a leader, he turned back and looked at the beautiful face of Mo Shangyun, and then looked again. Looking at her bandaged left foot, she asked deliberately, "What's wrong with your leg?"

"Twisted." Mo Shangyun replied lightly.

"Can you do it?" Aunt snorted.

"……can."

Mo Shangyun resisted the urge to kick people out and answered.

The aunt twitched again, and then asked curiously: "I heard that you are a soldier, does it hurt your leg?"

"No."

In the voice answered by Mo Shangjun, there were hardly any questions.

However, the aunt didn't pay attention to her tone at all, but turned around her in a self-directed manner.

It looks like picking vegetables in the vegetable market, it is really difficult to make people feel good.

Lu Yang, who had one leg suspended in the air, gave Mo Yanyun a sympathetic glance with some sympathy.

It's also very difficult for her to deal with such aunts.

"Would you like my son to show you?" The aunt examined Mo Shangyun's injury, and then said slightly proudly, "He is a surgeon now, just finished his internship, and it has been corrected now. I am not seeing a doctor Yes, it’s not because he was too busy to send him a meal."

"..."

Mo Shangyun simply did not speak.

She used to have less time in high school, not to mention what kind of classmates, even classmates, now remember an An Chen, other impressions are few, let alone the name.

She didn't kick the aunt out of the house now, she cares about her family's education.

"Oh, do you have a boyfriend now?" Aunt's eyes rolled, looking at Mo Shangyun, "You are so busy as a soldier, don't have time to fall in love?"

Mo Shangyun looked back at her thoughtfully.

This aunt, feels impure?

"You say something." Aunt was anxious to see that she hadn't spoken. "Even if there is no boyfriend, no one will laugh at you."

"Well."

Mo Shangyun made a noise, but did not give a definite answer.

She is indeed single, but...

"No?" Aunt's eyes were about to be stared out. She was almost delighted. "My son is also single. You don't know, he likes you in high school. I wrote a love letter at home on Valentine's Day and I found it Tear it. Later, when you went to college, because you refused to pursue the pursuit of many excellent girls, this silly boy... he was busy downstairs, I called him, your old classmates, narrate the old chant."