Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"Mo Fulian, do you think the result is irrelevant?"

When Lang Yan asked this, his expression was very serious, and it was so serious that he couldn't see it unless it was more important.

Mo Shangyun stunned, and then smiled, "Commander Lang, you should know that I have no obligation to unite with you."

After a slight pause, Lang Yan's ears turned red, very embarrassed.

He just...was a little eager, and subconsciously wanted Mo Shangyun to stand by.

"However," Mo Fengyun continued, "I don't object to your persistence."

"Really?" Lang Yan asked in surprise.

"Huh." Mo Shangjun nodded.

Lang Yan was relieved.

He did not want his soldiers to look forward to war. He could not control other companies, but he could manage his company well. He thought that at least his company should not think about war every day.

It is a good idea to let the soldiers improve their morale. There are many ways to improve the morale-Mo Shangyun has many ways to lead by example.

So he wanted to insist.

However, these days, no one but him is on his side. Although the commander of the battalion is not a hard requirement, he occasionally asks him a few words during the meeting, and the instructor never wastes any opportunity to persuade him to mobilize his thoughts. He even secretly contacted a new platoon leader recently. A new platoon leader came to mobilize thoughts.

Even the soldiers of the second company will ask him from time to time, the first company and the third company have thought mobilization, when will it be their second company?

These fools are looking forward to each one.

"Long Commander Lang," Mo Shangyun fell back, leaning comfortably on the back of the chair, smiling a little helplessly, "Have you ever thought that if you follow the crowd, you will not be so tired of doing things?"

Lang Yan also laughed, "Not only will I not be so tired, but in a year or two, I will be able to rise."

"You know everything, and you must persevere?" Mo Shangyun tilted his head and looked at him.

"No way, I just like to do something different."

Lang Yan shrugged and grinned at the ink.

After that, continue driving.

Mo Shangyun didn't ask much.

In the final analysis, she and Lang Yan are considered a kind of person, and there is always some unnecessary persistence in her mind.

The mentor always persuaded her that principle is a good thing, but to live in such a world, too much principle is nothing but to be progressive.

——Funny, this way of persuading her mentor is a person with established principles, and will never shake his thoughts and decisions due to any external factors unless you can really persuade him.

Neither she nor her mentor nor Lang Yan is stupid. No one will stupidly put on a good future, but people always have a little persistence to live, and it’s right to live well, but there is no bottom line to live alive. , Is a very dangerous thing.

However, she did not know-

Lang Yan realized that there was such a deputy company commander who personally turned a group of mud that could not be supported on the wall into the first warrior in the whole camp, only to realize that some things could not follow the trend.

When everyone feels that Erlian should be the tail of the crane, even they feel that they should be so incompetent. No one thought that they could be different. Apart from those new comrades, no one would inspire the company to become the first. Even Lin Qi was assimilated in just three months and gradually lost his fighting spirit.

In addition to ink on Jun.

Only ink on Jun.

Such a person who can transform decay into a magic, from the beginning did not feel that they are the tail of the crane, in a period of three months, let Erlian refreshed from the inside out.

It was also with his own eyes that Lang Yan tried to think about something that could be changed. Those things that he felt were “shouldn’t or shouldn’t” could be persisted.

However, if he does not insist on this, even the possibility of extremely subtle changes will cease to exist.

*

The return trip is not far, just one hour.

Because it was almost noon, Lang Yan asked Mo Shangjun to have lunch in a restaurant on the roadside before taking her back together.

When we arrived at the reconnaissance camp, it was almost 1 pm.

At the hottest time of the day, Mo Shangyun opened the car window, and the wind rushing in was hot.

After a lapse of four months, the reconnaissance battalion was still in memory. The jeep drove into the base, and the soldiers on guard at the gate respected the military salute and were straight like green pines.

The weather was too hot, and there were no people on the training ground when passing by three consecutive companies.

Her elbow rested on the window, Mo Shangjun supported her chin with her finger, and the hot wind blew head-on. She lazily looked at the scenery outside the window. From spring to summer, there was no change here.

"A few months out, miss home?"

Slowing down the speed a lot, Lang Yan asked her sarcastically.

After a pause, Mo Shangyun said: "It's okay."

Hearing this half-round answer, Lang Yan glanced at her in surprise.

The Mo Shangyun in the impression should be the type of the dead duck's mouth, which was thought to be directly denied, and I did not expect an ambiguous answer.

For the sake of the company's deputy company commander remembering the company, Lang Yan slowed down the speed a little bit, letting her enjoy the green environment of their base.

However, the base was not large, and soon, the jeep arrived near the training ground of Erlian.

"That is how the matter?"

Mo Shangyun made a loud noise, attracting Lang Yan's attention.

Lang Yan turned his head and glanced at the training ground not far away, and suddenly saw a group of people gathered together, sitting cross-legged on the grass, surrounded by a person, a happy scene.

Suddenly, Lang Yan stepped on the brake and then looked closely.

The people around were like their two stupid boys, probably ten or so, and the one sitting in the middle was a girl in her early twenties, unlike the silly big men who were covered in mud. The whole body is clean and the bar belonging to the military school students is extremely conspicuous on the collar.

Under the brim, a pair of big cat eyes, shining brightly under the sun's refraction, pure and lovely face, with a high spirit when talking, always smiling when bending his eyebrows, it is easy to feel good.

"She's a new platoon leader named Lou Xilu," Speaking here, Lang Yan took a deep look at Mo Shangyun, "It's a little different from you and Lin Qi, likes to chat with the soldiers, After letting Yilian convinced by mouth, he quickly became one with Erlian and Sanlian."

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun said leisurely.

Before Lou Xilu noticed her sight, she took it one step back and raised her eyebrows towards Lang Yan. "Let's go."

"Ok."

Lang Yan recovered, and after confirming that Mo Shangyun's emotions were not different, he continued to drive.

The distance from the training ground to the dormitory building is close, and in the blink of an eye, the jeep stopped under the dormitory building.

After finding the designated parking space, the two of them got off directly.

Taking Mo Shangyun's backpack, Lang Yan walked to Mo Shangyun and asked, "Where should I go first?"

Moving the cane in his hand, Mo Shangyun looked up, looked at the familiar dormitory, and then said: "Office."

When he heard the sound, Lang Yanle was happy, "Is the office also on vacation?"

Squinting him lazily, Mo Shangjun emphasized: "This is called devotion."

"Yes, dedicated Mo Fulian, do you need me to help you?" Lang Yan asked her with a smile.

"No need," Mo Shangyun walked forward a few steps, making a quick voice, "Come back."

Lang Yan: "..."

Although letting go, Lang Yan was willing to act as an errand in the face of Mo Shangjun's wounded man, and he honestly followed the Mo Shangjun with his backpack.

At this time, the soldiers of Erlian, except for chatting on the training ground, were basically at lunch break.

From the first floor to the second floor, they didn't meet anyone, even Mo Shangyun arrived at the office, and no one bothered her.

The office was the same as when she left, but after four months, her desk was still clean and tidy, it must have been cleaned by Lang Yan.

It's just that when Mo Shangjun entered the office, what he saw at first glance was not a word hanging on the wall—

"loyalty".

The four characters of Long Fei Feng Wu are from the hands of Cen Zao.

Mo Shangyun could not help but glance at Lang Yan.

It was really loyal. She walked for so long that the word was not taken down.

"Come here, please be seated."

Lang Yan made a gesturing gesture toward Mo Shangyun, and then she stepped into the office first.

Putting down his backpack, he walked to Mo Shangyun's desk and helped her drag the chair out.

Mo Shangyun walked past with a blank face.

This company commander Lang, with the enthusiasm of being like a monkey, could not help but look at him with awe.

"Want to drink tea?"

Seeing Mo Shangyun sit down, Lang Yan asked again.

"Water," Mo Shangjun put the crutches aside and glanced at the water dispenser that was boiling hot water, adding, "It's cold."

"Drink less cold water in the summer," Lang Yan took her drinking glass, walked to the water dispenser, and muttered, "Why not give you half cold and half hot, neutralize, good for your health."

Mo Shangyun: "..."

Watching him add nearly half of the hot water to the glass, Mo Yanyun browed fiercely.

Such a hot summer, how can it be regarded as summer without drinking some cold water!

Silently, Lang Yan had come over with the cup, put it on the table, and looked at her expectantly.

Glancing at him coolly, Mo Shangyun reached over to take the cup and took a sip of water.

——The rest will be cold before drinking.

Seemingly seeing through her mind, Lang Yan sighed in disappointment.

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

The door was knocked.

The two looked at each other and diverted their minds from the question of whether the water was cold or hot.

Lifting their eyes, the two looked towards the door.

The door was not closed, and it was half open. Only in this way, people standing outside could be seen clearly.

The little girl in her early twenties, with a pure and lovely face, was blushing after sun exposure, standing at the door at the moment, blinking and blinking her eyes, looking at the two people in the office curiously.

It was Lou Xilu.

"Commander Lang, Sister Mo Xue, how are you?"

Lou Xilu looked at them for a moment, and then smiled sweetly at them, greeting her softly and sweetly.

Mo Shangyun glanced at her faintly, taking her eyes away with no interest.

This girl...not much appetite for her.

"Problems?"

Clearing his throat, Lang Yan asked her calmly.

"Oh," Lou Xilu suddenly smiled, her eyebrows curved, "That's it. I just saw Commander Lang driving back, thinking about whether it might be possible to pick up Mo Xuexue, so come and see. I didn't expect to really come back Now."

Mo Shangjun leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, his eyelids lifted slightly, and then glanced at the clever and elementary school girl.

"Come in." Lang Yan greeted.

"Okay." Lou Xilu's smile on his face continued. After he walked in, his eyes rolled, looking at Mo Shangyun leaning on the back of the chair. "Sister Mo Xue, you were discharged early, why didn't you follow Lilian? Say something? Just now your two company soldiers told me that they wanted to plan a welcome meeting for you tomorrow."

"Huh?" Mo Shangyun turned his head down and asked what she didn't answer.

"..."

Lou Xilu's smile stiffened.

Lang Yan looked at Mo Shangyun helplessly.

He teased people as soon as he came back, anyway, he served.

"Uh," Lou Xilu smiled a little embarrassedly, but soon his expression returned to normal, smiling and introducing herself to Mo Shangyun, "My name is Lou Xilu, a student of the National University of Science and Technology Two years in primary school. I am now a row of row leaders and those who do internship will leave in September."

"Do you know me?" Mo Shangyun asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Of course, you are one of the top ten unsolved mysteries of our college. I just heard about your deeds as soon as I entered school." Lou Xilu smiled sweetly.

"Oh."

Mo Shangjun nodded faintly, still not interested in her.

Here comes Lin Qi, Ji Ruonan, and Lou Xilu... her alumni are really everywhere.

Seeing the atmosphere cool down again, Lang Yan quickly said, "I'll pour you a glass of water."

"Thank you." Lou Xilu thanked softly.

"No need to."

Lang Yan walked to the drinking fountain, but he was holding a disposable paper cup.

"Oh," Lou Xilu suddenly thought of something, clapped his hands, and swept around the two of them. "Long Commander Lang, Sister Mo Xue, and Instructor Lu asked me to discuss and let me hold a modern war in Erlian. 'The speech on the topic, just as Mo Xueyi is back, shall we discuss it first?"

Long Yan's action of receiving water, water drops spilled out of the paper cup.

Mo Shangyun tilted his head slightly, and looked at Lou Xilu with a smile. "I will not mention this matter for now, but I have a question."

"Sister Mo Xue, you said."

Lou Xilu blinked and stood properly, like an obedient pupil.

"My question is," Mo Shangyun said slowly, "As a platoon leader or an intern, why not report before entering the company commander's office?"

"..."

Lou Xilu's face changed abruptly, and the forbearable smile completely passed.

Such an impolite accusation, the rules are put up as soon as I come back... What does it mean? !

Lang Yan received the water and stood indifferently by the drinking fountain as an invisible person, and did not walk over immediately.

According to his understanding of Mo Shangyun, Mo Shangyun is the one who least cares about these rules and etiquette, and mentioning this matter right now, is afraid that it is because of the "speech" thing that he intends to help him out of embarrassment.

Mo Shangyun always sings the white face.

"Sister Mo Xue, I'm sorry, I'm so excited." Lou Xilu lowered her head in embarrassment, her voice gradually lowered, her depressed tone full of grievances, "I will pay attention in the future."

"Don't use it anymore," Mo Shangyun sat upright, his elbow hit the table, his left finger pressed against his chin, and his smile was slightly gentle, "Just start this time, go out, call the report, we discuss About the speech."

"Oh."

Lou Xilu grumbled.

"Oh?"

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and looked at her with interest.

Suddenly, Lou Xilu regained her consciousness, and immediately straightened her waist bar, red eyes, and her teeth, shouting a word: "Yes!"

Mo Shangyun nodded towards her.

Lou Xilu took a deep breath, incredulously watched Mo Shangyun who had done such a terrific job at the first meeting, bit her lip, and turned and walked out of the office door.

Seeing her turn around, Lang Yan hurriedly glanced at Mo Yun, instructing her not to be too cruel. The entire reconnaissance battalion recently had tolerance for the girl’s honey. If the relationship with her was too stiff, Mo Shangyun Perhaps it has become the target of the entire reconnaissance battalion.

But, in response to him, it was Mo Shangyun's face that didn't care.

Lang Yan felt helpless.

Mo Fulian, Mo Fulian, he feels distressed for you if you degrade your popularity.

"report!"

Lou Xilu stood at the door, straightening her waist bar, her hands drooping, and in the most standard posture clanged out two words.

These two words almost alarmed the people in the corridor.

Faintly, Lang Yan heard noisy discussions and footsteps.

"Come in."

Looking at the door, Mo Shangyun even spoke out coldly.

Get the answer, Lou Xilu came in, step by step, raised his head, straight and upright, and finally looked like a soldier.

And at this time-

The Erlian soldiers who had gathered in the hallway because of curiosity were originally to see Lou Xilu, but when they glanced into the office, their eyes almost fell out, and they looked straight at Mo Shangjun.

"Fuck, what did I see!"

"Mo Fulian is back!"

"Did we remember the wrong day, or did Mo Fulian come back early?!"

"I'm not an illusion, it's really Mr. Mo."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuri apparatus, the longer we were, the more we were, the more the spirit of the water, looked at the vase in the vase..."

"Shut up your mouth, afraid you will not be fined enough?"

...

Gradually, the hallway became noisy and resembled a vegetable market. Many people rushed to this side, making it difficult for people in the office to speak.

"What are you doing outside?"

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and looked away, falling on the shoving crowd at the door.

"Vice Vice--"

Standing at the forefront, Xiang Yongming saw a foot and stepped inside.

"foot."

Mo Shangyun made a sound in time, stopping his movements.

Xiang Yongming felt a cold and silently put his feet back.

At this time, the soldiers who heard Mo Shangjun's speech gradually stopped talking.

"Follow the notice. Five minutes later, gather downstairs." Mo Shangyun said one word, so that everyone standing at the door could hear clearly.

Lou Xilu, who was neglected at Mo Shangjun's desk but was neglected, frowned with a little dissatisfaction, thinking that she would put such a big shelf when she came back, and no one would listen to her.

but--

Almost as soon as the idea came out, she heard the sky shouting in the corridor—

"Yes!"