Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Mo Shangjun just finished talking with his uncle and Mo Linzhu, and heard the sound of the door lock being opened.

She looked towards the entrance through the sound.

Soon, I saw Yan Tianxing coming out of the porch, carrying the packed lunch.

"What to eat?"

As soon as the phone was closed, Mo Shangyun asked.

Seeing her take for granted, Yan Tianxing, who wanted to squint at the table, moved a little.

Finally, squeeze three words out of the teeth, "See for yourself."

"……Oh."

Mo Shangyun glanced at him inexplicably.

Not angry yet?

She did not care about this poor ghost.

stingy.

With a nagging heart in mind, Mo Shangjun picked up the cane, stood up from the sofa, and walked slowly to the dining table.

When Yan Tianxing opened the lunch box, Mo Shangyun pulled out a chair beside the dining table, and then took the lead in sitting down.

Yan Tianxing didn't care about her either, put the dishes out one by one, and put the two meals in front of each other.

Mo Shangyun glanced at some dishes.

The three dishes and one soup are meaty and better than expected.

Picking up disposable chopsticks, Mo Shangyun broke it apart with one hand, and then glanced at Yan Tianxing on one side, saying, "Someone will pick me up tomorrow morning."

Yan Tianxing took the chopsticks and then asked, "Who?"

"My uncle."

Mo Shangyun replied casually.

Breaking the chopsticks, Yan Tianxing looked at her deeply, but did not speak.

However, after two minutes, Yan Tianxing's eyebrows twisted again when he noticed that Mo Shangyun, who only ate meat and chopsticks and vegetables, did not touch it.

"Aren't you picky eaters?" Yan Tian Xing Shen asked.

With the finger of the left hand against the chin, Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, with a little intentional anger at him, "Sorry, people who live a dear life, prefer picky eating."

Yan Tianxing sullenly put a chopstick green beans into her bowl.

"Jiaogui is not self-love, eat!" Yan Tianxing almost used the tone of command at work.

"I don't love myself?" Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes.

"People who love themselves don't eat cold buns in winter." Yan Tianxing replied coldly.

Mentioning this, Yan Tianxing was furious.

This woman, who has the capital to live high above herself, has to live up to her own death.

I'm afraid of trouble, and I'm afraid of causing trouble to others. Only in terms of work, I can only live myself into a disability. Being able to live healthy to this age is already a special favor for her.

I'm too lazy to control her.

Picked up a string bean and put it in his mouth, eating it with the smell of ink and chewing wax, until after swallowing, he suddenly asked the people around him, "Yan Tianxing, do you have faith?"

After a slight pause, Yan Tianxing didn't even lift his head, and he answered particularly decisively, "No."

Looking at him with great interest, Mo Shangyun smiled and asked, "Aren't people who don't have faith live a long life?"

"Live easier than you."

Lifting the eyelids, Yan Tian Xing stunned her, and made no secret of that contempt.

Mo Shangjun was choked by him, and simply had no interest in discussing with him, and put a string bean into his mouth.

I have to say that this string bean is really delicious.

Mo Shangjun ate them one by one.

After she finished eating, not only did the food cool, but Yan Tianxing also put down the tableware.

After she glanced at her meal and became tormented, Yan Tian Xing Yin walked straight to the sofa without a word, without speaking.

He turned on the television and watched military news.

Mo Shangyun continued to eat his own meals.

After a few minutes, Mo Shangjun finally finished eating, wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and then greeted Yan Tianxing: "Yan team, come and collect garbage."

Yan Tianxing, who had no intention of watching the news, heard this voice and forced his anger to look up.

Of course, Mo Shangyun didn't even give him the opportunity to refute. He directly picked up his cane and came to this side.

Yan Tianxing glanced at her tied legs like dumplings, and forced to endure.

Get up, pass by Mo Shangyun, and pick up the tableware.

Mo Shangyun hooked his lips and smiled. He sat on the sofa and took the remote control.

I wanted to change the channel, but a familiar face appeared in the military news. Mo Shangyun thought about it and put down the remote control.

Um, uncle...

Political commissar of a group army in the Beijing Military Region.

She didn’t get in touch with these elders because they were... very busy, very busy.

I was able to meet them only during the New Year when I was a child. It is normal to see them once every two or three years after growing up.

Therefore, if something happens, they are rarely remembered.

in spite of--

Their relationship with this big family is indeed beyond harmony.

In contemplation, a glass of water suddenly came to him, and Mo Shangyun recovered afterwards. He glanced at Yan Tianxing, who was standing beside him, and took the water glass.

After drinking a third, she put the glass on the coffee table.

Walking past her, Yan Tianxing sat down.

For half an hour, there was no communication between the two.

Until, Mo Shangjun's mobile phone ringing sounded.

"mom."

Glancing at the phone screen, Mo Shangjun pulled the answer.

"What's up?"

Woman Cen went straight in, as always, without giving a half of nonsense.

"I want to ask where my dad is." Mo Shangjun answered truthfully.

"He was on a business trip, he shouldn't have a cell phone." Cen Zuo said, "What do you want him to do?"

Touching his nose, Mo Shangjun said seriously: "Exchange the feelings between father and daughter."

"..."

Cen Tuo surprisingly couldn't take the word.

How many times do you call your elders all year round? Can you still have the idea of ​​exchanging feelings?

Just pull it!

"Come on."

Cen Tuo encouraged her symbolically and then hung up the phone.

Feeling that Cen Tuo was very unwilling to exchange her mother-daughter feelings with her at the moment, Mo Shangyun glanced at her phone speechlessly.

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Holding my poor Mo ghost to ask for a monthly ticket, this article has recently been miserable and pitiful.