Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Like many memories of childhood, chatting with Mo Cang is not pleasant.

However, having not communicated in this way for three years, Mo Shangyun felt that Mo Cang was approachable.

The father and daughter chatted until dark, and after a meal, Mo Cang hurried back to the military area.

Mo Shangyun did not spend the night at home. He bought an air ticket overnight and returned to Ancheng before dawn came the next day.

At dawn, Mo Shangyun appeared in the hospital.

506 Ward.

In the early morning, Lu Yang woke up around six o'clock due to the regular work schedule.

He didn't open his eyes because of a leg injury, but after hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, he opened his eyes for the first time.

"Early."

Corresponding to the figure in the eyes, Mo Shangjun's refreshing hello.

Seeing people, Lu Yang froze for a moment.

Mo Shangyun had already entered the ward and closed the door.

The night she left, she greeted Lang Yan—so her bed remained.

"early."

The corner of Lu Yang's lips bent and greeted her gently.

Mo Shangjun flexibly walked to the hospital bed with a cane, but when he walked halfway, he suddenly threw an object in his hand towards Lu Yang.

"gift."

Lu Yang subconsciously sat up and caught the small bag she threw over.

It was still warm in his hand. He froze slightly, looked down, and saw two hot buns.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Lu Yang asked with a smile: "Is this what you bought in front of the hospital?"

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun responded without any guilty conscience.

"Thank you."

With all frustration and thanks, Lu Yang set the meat aside and planned to get up and wash first.

"The boat rides, I will go to sleep first."

Moving to his bed, Mo Shangjun put the crutches and greeted Lu Yang.

"Okay," Lu Yang nodded and smiled again. "For the sake of gifts, I won't disturb you."

"Thanks."

Mo Shangyun thanked perfunctoryly, threw the phone away, and laid the quilt, then lay in.

This summer morning, even if the quilt is covered, it is not hot.

Mo Shangyun quickly fell asleep.

*

When I woke up again, it was already noon.

Sure enough, as Lu Yang said, there was no voice in Ding's ward, and no one disturbed her.

"Wake up?"

Lu Yang's inquiry sounded from the bed next door.

"Ok."

The ink painting, which was still a little confused, was completely sober in an instant.

Lu Yang glanced at her table and said, "The meal just delivered by An Yi."

As soon as his head was off, Mo Shangjun really saw the insulated barrel on the table.

Without going to bed, Mo Shangyun got up, went to rinse his mouth, washed his face with cold water, and came back for a rich lunch.

Whether she drank the food before, it made no difference to her, but after eating several times in a row, it slowly became picky.

For example, for breakfast this morning, she ate very badly.

Man.

With emotion, Mo Shangyun opened the heat preservation barrel.

Forget it, anyway, I will be discharged in a few days...

Halfway through the meal, the phone buzzed, and Mo Shangyun thought about it. He brought the phone over, glanced at the note of [Little Uncle], and connected it.

"Are you in Ancheng?" Mo Linzhu asked directly.

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun responded.

"How are you talking to your dad?"

After hesitating, Mo Shangyun said, "It's good."

At least not disappointed.

"That's all right," Mo Linzhu smiled. "Your mother came back last night, but you little guy has already left."

Uh.

Mo Shangyun froze for a moment, "She went back?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid the two of you will fall apart." Morin paused and added, "However, you know, this can only be seen."

Mo Shangyun couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Cen's hard-mouthed mother.

"What is she busy with recently?"

Mo Linzhu cleared his throat and thought thoughtfully: "It seems to be the leader of the martial arts..."

"Oh." Mo Shangyun deserves to be very cold.

"You do not believe?"

"..."

Mo Shangjun gave him a very ironic look on the phone.

When she was five or six years old, after seeing the martial arts of Cen, she might still believe it.

but now--

Believe it is a fool.

"Okay, don't tease you," Mo Linzhu said, "You know she can't run around."

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun responded with a face.

According to the meaning of Mo Linzhu, he shouldn't even know what Cen Tuo is doing.

I hang up the phone with Mo Linzhu with a headache. Fortunately, this call has no effect on her appetite.

After eating, Mo Shangjun took the heat preservation bucket and washed it again, waiting for the person who brought the meal to come over at night, and took the heat preservation bucket back.

Mo Shangyun found that Lu Yang was always looking at her arrogantly.

"Why, looks good?"

Put the heat preservation barrel on the table, Mo Shangyun turned his head down, and the ridiculous gaze fell on Lu Yang.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yang's expression was slightly embarrassed. When he wanted to avoid Mo Shangyun's line of sight, he realized that the movement might be too obvious, so he could only stand still, but his ears turned red within two seconds.

Used to Yan Tianxing's cheeky face, seeing Lu Yang, the pure young boy, Mo Shangyun felt guilty and gave him a step sincerely, "Funny."

"It's okay, you look pretty."

Lu Yang reacted and emphasized sincerely towards Mo Shangyun.

"..."

Mo Shangyun wondered whether he should take such a sincere compliment.

But soon, Lu Yang changed the subject, "Actually, I just think that you come back this time... it feels a little different."

"Oh?"

Put your hand in your trouser pocket, and Mo Shangyun tilted her head slightly, in a slightly raised tone, with a sense of ear-washing.

After a little hesitation, Lu Yang asked: "Have you found your faith?"

"No."

Mo Shangyun shrugged.

"Oh."

Lu Yang responded with a faint emotion, and looked even more disappointed than her.

Mo Shangyun chuckled, "If you don't have faith, you still have to live, don't you?"

Belief in this thing is at best spiritual food. If there is no such thing, then there is nothing. Everyone must have it, be a man, have goals and principles.

Over the years, she has also come over.

"This is true." Lu Yang nodded in agreement.

After a slight pause, Lu Yang raised his head again, looked at Mo Shangyun, and said, "Right, I have something to ask you."

"Say."

Mo Shangyun sat on the hospital bed, intending to wait for the doctor to come over and change the medicine.

"Xiao Yi was found by the navy and said that he wanted to discuss with him the filming of "A Drop of Blood"..." Speaking of which, Lu Yang couldn't help but asked suspiciously, "I want to ask, is it you- —”

"is it?"

Mo Shangyun didn't seem to hear his follow-up words, and he accepted the words with a little surprise.

"Ah," I'm sorry to ask, and Lu Yang nodded somewhat, "Well."

Mo Shangyun seemed unconscious, saying: "Congratulations to him for me."

"Ok……"

Lu Yang nodded again.

Seeing that Lu Yang was so depressed, Mo Shangyun looked back and could not help hooking his lips.

There are people with such thin skin.

Thinking of the chattering people in Erlian and the training camp, Mo Shangyun suddenly felt that the ward was a bit too quiet.

but--

"One Drop of Blood" can be discussed about film and television. Mo Shangyun was somewhat surprised, but not surprised.

Not surprisingly, the quality of the book is very good, the storyline is wonderful, and the full text is positive.

Unexpectedly, this matter happened so fast, and only a few days later, the author was contacted.

It can be seen that the efficiency of the soldiers in doing things...

Mo Shangyun inexplicably felt in a good mood.

Of course, this "good mood" can only be maintained until her attending doctor comes.

It disappeared for four days, and ran back silently. She didn't put her attending doctor in her eyes. No matter what her background, she had a few stars on her shoulders. Anyway, she gave you a black face without explanation.

From the moment the attending doctor appeared, the entire ward was filled with a low air pressure, and even Lu Yang was so shocked by the black-faced attending doctor that he dared not speak and looked at him secretly.

Fortunately, Mo Shangyun was extremely mentally ill. Plus, his skin was thick enough, and he didn’t even have a red face. He quietly watched the treating doctor change her medicine.

As a result, she didn't see the doctor who had repented a little in her face. Her anger was burning and her face became darker and darker.

The whole process did not say a word, walked out of the ward with a face covered by a pot.

Mo Shangyun watched him leave with some sympathy.

She wanted to admit it wrong, but he didn't say a word, and didn't mean down the steps. She couldn't open this mouth...

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

The door was knocked by the attending doctor, and it was knocked again, but this time the door was knocked a little cautiously.

"Come in."

After glancing at the ink, Lu Yang shouted towards the door.

Soon, the door was pushed open.

The eyes of the two fell on the door. When they saw the white coat, they were a little puzzled, but after seeing the master in the white coat, they looked at each other almost subconsciously.

This person is Liu Xin.

It was the outstanding son of the aunt last time, and also a classmate of Mo Shangjun High School.