Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Nine p.m.

The night was getting dark and heavy rain was pouring.

Next to the road, two people sat under the eaves of the abandoned building.

Mo Shangjun took a box of cigarettes bought at a convenience store. The cigarette box was not torn apart. He played with it in his hand and the other hand held a lighter. With her occasional movement, the flame jumped out, but soon Extinguished.

Liang Zhiqiong was sitting beside her, silent, rain splashed on Bai Jing's face, and the water droplets splashed from the ground were a little dirty, but she didn't wipe it, but just hugged her knees, looking at the silent ink with a worried expression. Shang Yun.

Liang Zhiqiong's thoughts are a little complicated.

The battle ended at 8:10.

Zheng Village, who jumped with the bomb-robbed robber, died on the spot.

Shen Qing was taken to the hospital by ambulance.

Liang Zhiqiong, who has been involved in it, has no real sense of it until now. It seems to be like a dream. She saw that this happened, and there was no room for resistance from beginning to end.

Before the operation, they still appease them and report the kind smile to them. After the operation, they just lie on the ground and stay motionless.

Liang Zhiqiong only glanced.

However, at a glance, she still couldn't stop her scalp numb in retrospect.

If there is no Zheng Cun’s last move, the person who is lying still will be the people present.

Including her.

Liang Zhiqiong exhaled deeply.

Three minutes after the incident, Zheng Su and Xiao Yi arrived, and Xiao Yi followed Shen Qing into the ambulance. Zheng Su kept crying all the time. When he saw Mo Shangyun, he wanted to rush up, but was stopped. .

Mo Shangyun stood for a minute, greeted people and left.

After leaving, Mo Shangjun sat here except for a pack of cigarettes on the road.

Liang Zhiqiong did not know what to do, so he accompanied him all the way.

Finally, Mo Shangyun took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

The smoke was shining with stars, and the white smoke rose up, entangled with the mist of the rain, and the vision under the eaves became hazy.

Liang Zhiqiong watched Mo Shangjun's familiar smoking action, and a subconscious thought flashed in his mind-"This is not the first time Mo Shangjun smokes."

But what does this have?

Liang Zhiqiong withdrew his eyes and looked forward.

No one was passing by on this street. The desolate and gloomy scene on the edge of the city was a bit unimaginable.

There are street lights on the road, but some are bad. The nearest street light is also ten meters away. The light is dim. Under the cover of this heavy rain curtain, the light is even darker.

Liang Zhiqiong hugged his knees tightly, feeling chills that could not stop from head to toe, all his clothes were wet by rain, the wet clothes and cloth were close to the skin, and the cold air was drilled through the pores as if it could be reached Like in the bone. Every once in a while, Liang Zhiqiong shivered unconsciously.

She took the time to take a look at Mo Shangjun. Under the faint light, it could be seen that when the rain fell from the eaves, the cold wind blew on Mo Shangjun, and the hair under the hat dripping wet, a white long sleeve The T-shirt was also wet, and the black jacket was dropped on the floor by her, and she was placed with her backpack.

Covered with a brim, she couldn't see her expression, but saw the white smoke rising around her, covering her whole body.

Liang Zhiqiong bit his lip lightly.

At this time, Mo Shangjun's cell phone in his pocket vibrated, continuous vibration-it was the phone.

Mo Shangjun smothered the cigarette butt, dropped it on the ground, and then pulled out the phone.

It's Yan Tianxing's call.

She glanced at it twice, and didn't pick it up, but pinched it directly.

Then, turned off the machine.

She dropped her phone on her backpack.

She took out another cigarette and lit it.

"Mo Shangyun, what are you thinking?" Liang Zhiqiong finally couldn't help asking.

Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun slightly tilted his head and glanced at her.

Liang Zhiqiong saw Mo Shangjun's eyes, long and narrow beautiful eyes, as always dark and bright, but mixed with a little bloodshot, his expression revealed tiredness.

Mo Shangyun quickly withdrew his eyes, raised his hands to raise his eyebrows, and bent his right leg forward, straddling a few steps, and placed it directly outside the eaves, letting the rain drip down on it.

She leaned back and leaned against the closed door.

"Am I one year younger than you?"

With his right hand resting behind his head, Mo Shangyun slightly raised his head and looked at the dark night sky half-covered by the eaves. His voice was faint and there was no emotion.

She seemed to be a simple question.

"...Well." Liang Zhiqiong responded, "Are you thinking about this?"

His eyes moved slightly, and Mo Shangyun gave her another look.

Facing her eyes, Liang Zhiqiong's subconsciousness tightened.

"I'm thinking," Mo Shangyun looked up at the sky, his tone paused, and after a while, Liang Zhiqiong only heard the sound of rain before she heard her light voice falling down her ears, "Why, the hero can't pass Good days, good people will live for a short time, bad people live long, and die happily. Some people will suffer imperfection just because of bad luck. People who do not do wrong things will lose relatives because of other people's mistakes. We hope we can save everything We can only watch ourselves being saved; we hope that the bad things will be less, and the result will only be the worse things; we hope that the right and wrong can be clearly understood, and the result will be confused. Confused. You said, why...um?"

With a soft nasal sound, Mo Shangyun turned his head slightly.

I don't know if it was an illusion. Liang Zhiqiong felt Mo Shangjun's emotions were not right. In a trance, when he saw the flashing light under Mo Shangjun's eyes, the light was surprisingly dazzling.

Liang Zhiqiong lowered her eyelids and buried her head in her knees. Somehow she wanted to cry.

"I do not know."

For a long time, Liang Zhiqiong said dumbly.

She suddenly thought of what she used to be ambitious, and believed that hard work could be done, and as a result, nothing was done;

She suddenly thought that the previous self believed that something was black and white, but after a long time, after encountering more things, she found that there was a gray area between black and white;

She suddenly thought that her previous self had insisted on being kind and defeating evil, justice defeating evil, but the reality is often very cruel...

There are too many things that cannot be done.

The fact is that most of the time, they are powerless.

So many of the ideas that persisted became self-righteous, like delusions.

She thought of Zheng Cun. When she was downstairs, she heard that his wife had also buried the hands of gangsters. When she thought of Zheng Su, when she saw Zheng Su holding Zheng Cun in despair, she realized that she should apologize-she had no position to accuse Zheng Su, because Zheng Su really lost her father; she thought of Shen Qing, the beautiful-looking girl who had no power to restrain herself, may have gotten into Zheng Su's car with a little bad mentality, As a result, she suffered the most cruel revenge.

Mo Shangyun slowly smoked a cigarette.

Then she sat up, took her mobile phone, coat and backpack, and stood up from the ground.

Hearing the movements on his side, Liang Zhiqiong raised his head and looked up at Mo Shangyun standing straight.

"Let's go." Mo Shangjun's voice was hoarse.

"where to?"

Liang Zhiqiong asked subconsciously, his words softly.

Putting the coat on his shoulders, Mo Shangyun walked down the stairs, and stopped when she came to the rain. She turned around and looked at Liang Zhiqiong, whose eyes had always fallen on her.

"hospital."

Mo Shangyun answered.

*

Central hospital.

When Mo Shangjun and Liang Zhiqiong arrived, it was 11 pm.

The rain is still falling, and there is a tendency to increase.

Mo Shangyun and Liang Zhiqiong, who had just dried their clothes, got out of the taxi until the hospital building was drenched in rain.

Shen Qinggang came out of the emergency room and was taken to the ward.

Mo Shangjun inquired about the information, and let Liang Zhiqiong stay below, and went to Shen Qing's ward.

However, she did not enter the ward.

She met Xiao Yi in the corridor.

Xiao Yi sat on a bench, bent over, holding his head in both hands, his coat wide open, and looked a bit languid and tired.

Mo Shangyun glanced at him and walked straight towards him.

As soon as he stood still, Xiao Yi lowered his hand and raised his head.

Seeing Mo Shangyun, Xiao Yi froze for a moment, then slowed his seriousness and coldness. He said indifferently, "It's you."

"how is she?"

Mo Shangyun glanced at the closed ward door.

"Just..." Xiao Yi paused and said softly, "That's it."

They all know what happened.

Those beasts...

Xiao Yi clenched his fists tightly.

After a moment, his hand was released and he asked, "I heard that one escaped?"

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun lowered her eyelids and whispered.

One escaped, and the iron railing of the window was removed to escape. The route should be planned in advance, so the escape was fast, and the SWAT team chased halfway and let him run.

When she left, she heard someone order to check the monitoring, but she shouldn't catch it.

Xiao Yi fell silent.

He didn't know what to say.

In this case, the only thing he could resent was Zheng Su, but he heard that Zheng Su's father, Zheng Cun, had died with the robbers.

Therefore, Shen Qing was lucky to be back alive.

Mo Shangyun stood quietly, half a loud, she whispered: "Zheng Su let Shen Qing get on the car, it should be related to me."

"what?"

Xiao Yi's eyes flashed in surprise.

Mo Shangjun talked about the fact that Shen Qing was photographed by Zheng Su that night when he committed suicide.

Zheng Su started to pay attention to Shen Qing at that time.

Without Mo Shangyun, even if Zheng Su is familiar with Shen Qing, he will not let Shen Qing get in the car. According to Mo Shangjun's understanding of Zheng Su, Zheng Su helped on the one hand, and on the other, wanted to get information about Mo Shangyun from Shen Qing.

Mo Shangyun said his guess.

"So," Xiao Yi looked up, his eyes were red on Mo Shangyun, trying to cover up his emotions, "Do you want Shen Qing to hate you?"

After a pause of two seconds, Mo Shangyun calmly said: "You just told her that."

After talking, she turned and wanted to go.

"Mo Shangyun!"

Xiao Yi got up, his tone aggravated, and stopped her.

The passing nurse gave Xiao Yi a warning and was ignored by Xiao Yi.

The nurse left badly.

Mo Shangyun stopped, turned sideways, and looked at Xiao Yi.

"You know Shen Qing, she will hate Zheng Su, absolutely will. In fact, without Zheng Su, she really will not encounter these. Although she also knows that Zheng Su is not malicious. But you don't have to do this. You pity Zheng Su, of course, she is very pitiful, but you have nothing to do with this matter. Zheng Su hates you for her, and Shen Qing has no reason to turn hatred towards you." Xiao Yi took a deep breath and said one word after another, " Mo Shangyun, you have saved Shen Qing twice, and she is her life-saving benefactor."

Mo Shangyun froze for a moment.

Then she said: "You let her judge."

Put the left hand in the trouser pocket and the right hand holding the coat collar over the shoulder. Mo Shangjun turned and left.

Xiao Yi watched Mo Shangjun leave silently.

His eyes widened slightly, his chest was hot, and he wondered whether it was anger or some other emotion.

Halfway through, he exhaled.

Suddenly he admired Mo Jun.

Are all leaders who like to put everything on themselves.

At a young age, he felt that he was omnipotent, so he could bear everything.

Without Mo Shangjun's phone call, Shen Qing might be even worse.

Without Mo Shangyun's involvement, Shen Qing and Zheng Cun might die.

However, Mo Shangyun bears the hatred of Zheng Su and wants to bear Shen Qing's anger.

Is it because...she felt that she couldn't do more?

Xiao Yi thought a little confused.

He sat back on the bench, lowered his head, and thought anxiously.

*

After leaving Xiao Yi, Mo Shangjun found a nurse to understand Shen Qing's situation, and then came downstairs to find Liang Zhiqiong.

"How's it going?"

As soon as he saw Mo Shangyun, Liang Zhiqiong, who had been circling around in situ, ran over.

"not very good."

Mo Shangyun gave Liang Zhiqiong a helpless look.

To be honest, it's quite miserable.

However, even if he repeated Shen Qing's injuries one by one, Mo Shangyun could not do it.

Because it's too bad, I can't say it.

Liang Zhiqiong seemed to be able to guess what, and bowed his head in disappointment.

"Go." Mo Shangyun said.

"where to?"

Liang Zhiqiong kept up with the pace of ink painting.

Mo Shangyun glanced at her, "Hotel."

"Me," Liang Zhiqiong paused and blinked, "I didn't bring my ID card."

It can be said that she just came out to play and brought nothing but a mobile phone.

Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows with a headache, and said softly, "I see."

Seeing Mo Shangyun didn't react very much, Liang Zhiqiong looked at her back suspiciously, and finally decided to keep up with the pace of Mo Shangyun.

After stopping a car outside the hospital, Mo Shangjun reported the address of the Yuntian Hotel, and then got on the car with Liang Zhiqiong.

In the ordinary time, Liang Zhiqiong will definitely marvel at the fact that "Mo Shangyun is such a local tyrant", but the fact that happened tonight is so uncomfortable, she just looked at Mo Shangyun symbolically and fell down. In the back seat.

She collapsed feebly, but her head was sober, she couldn't lift her energy, but she didn't feel any sleepiness at all.

Uncomfortable, her cell phone shook.

When she took out her mobile phone, she saw Peng Yuqiu's message. She froze for a moment, tapped her finger, and entered the message.

Peng Yuqiu asked where she was.

When Liang Zhiqiong glanced at the message and turned off the phone, she realized that her mood was extremely calm-almost numb.

After a while, she looked at Mo Shangyun on the side, "Is it okay if your phone doesn't turn on?"

It seems that Mo Shangyun is still in military training, there should be many people looking for her.

"Ok."

Mo Shangjun responded faintly, without lifting his eyelids.

Liang Zhiqiong “Oh,” he said nothing again.

She said it would be fine if it was fine.

Anyway, I don't want to say anything about myself.

Obviously, it is much easier than training in the army, but she feels too tired. It seems that all her strength is used up, and a little extra is not squeezed out.

She didn't even dare to close her eyes.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Zheng Cun's amiable face appeared in his mind. In another blink of an eye, the scene where Zheng Cun was lying on the ground with no vitality left him numb.

It's not that I haven't seen such a scene.

After the last actual battle with Mo Shangjun, for several days in a row, she would dream of the man named Lu Yang, and the dead.

It was Lu Yang who was alive to save her.

She comforted herself to do a good deed and saved Lu Yang, so she recovered slowly.

But... this time?

Liang Zhiqiong looked confusedly out of the car window.

The calm night view of the city, the passers-by walking under the rain curtain, and the vehicles passing from the side lane all gave her a deep sense of strangeness.

It seems that these things that are usually seen everywhere, at this moment, are too far away from her.

A car window separates the two worlds.

In this world, there is indelible darkness and coldness.

*

At 12 o'clock, the taxi arrived at Yuntian Hotel.

Mo Shangjun gave the money and got off with Liang Zhiqiong.

I didn't want to come here, but Mo Shangyun didn't bring his ID card, so he could only live with Liang Zhiqiong in a room without money.

Without the check-in procedures that Liang Zhiqiong wanted, Mo Shangjun took Liang Zhiqiong directly into the hotel elevator.

Liang Zhiqiong was full of doubts, and finally saw Mo Shangyun took out a room card, and gradually understood what.

"How long have you ordered?"

Following Mo Shangjun into the suite, Liang Zhiqiong couldn't hold back and asked.

"I don't know, someone gave it."

Mo Shangyun gave her a slanted look, threw the room card into the card slot, and turned on the light.

Liang Zhiqiong walked into the living room and whispered without concealing the volume: "Aren't you being kept?"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Mo Shangjun smashed the coat on her head.

Liang Zhiqiong pulled over his coat, swept the suite around, saw Mo Shangyun entered the bedroom, and followed.

Mo Shangjun rummaged for something in the closet.

Liang Zhiqiong approached curiously and found a large wardrobe filled with various clothes, and-not only women's but also men's.

Subconsciously thinking that Mo Shangyun has a cross-dresser, but Liang Zhiqiong looked at the model of the clothes and estimated that the clothes were at least two yards larger than Mo Shangyun, so he was left on the spot.

Mo Shangjun found two sets of changed clothes and gave one of them to Liang Zhiqiong.

Last time I bought a lot of loose clothes, just enough to wear Liang Zhiqiong taller than her.

"Are you really adopted?"

Suddenly, he took the clothes over and asked Liang Zhiqiong inexplicably at the ink.

Mo Shangyun threw a cold eye on her and threw a new women's bathrobe to her.

Seeing that Mo Shangyun was about to leave the bedroom, Liang Zhiqiong hurriedly stopped her, "You have an object? Who is the man?"

"Yan Tianxing."

Seeing that she was not reluctant, Mo Shangyun was helpless.

"..." Liang Zhiqiong stayed in place for three seconds, and finally nodded suddenly, "No wonder."

As early as in March, it was found that Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing had gotten tired of it. It is not surprising that they are together now.

That is to say, Mo Shangjun took off the order one by one himself, which made Liang Zhiqiong feel a little sad...

"You already live together?"

Liang Zhiqiong chased behind Mo Shangjun.

"..."

"Is it the last step?"

"..."

"Well, how does it feel to be in love with Lord Yan?"

"..."

"Are you planning to get married?"

"..."

Mo Shangyun came to the bathroom door and stood still.

Liang Zhiqiong, who was following, almost hit the bathroom door.

"I don't have the habit of bathing with others." Mo Shangyun said lightly.

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong took a step back in silence.

Mo Shangyun opened the door, entered the bathroom, and then closed the door.

Three actions in one go.

Liang Zhiqiong held a pile of clothes and looked up at the ceiling.

All right.

Mo Shangyun is not here, what should she do?

*

Mo Shangyun took a shower and came out.

She changed her clean casual clothes.

"I'm going to the group." Mo Shangyun said to Liang Zhiqiong, who was sitting in a daze on the sofa, as soon as he got out of the bathroom. "Later, someone will send you some supper and **** soup."

Liang Zhiqiong already had symptoms of a cold, but she didn't notice it herself.

"And me?"

Liang Zhiqiong raised his head, and in a trance, he only heard the words in front of Mo Shangjun, and ignored them directly behind.

Mo Shangyun said: "Someone will find you tomorrow."

Turning around, Liang Zhiqiong put his hands on the sofa, his chin resting on his hand, and looked at Mo Shangyun with his eyes, saying one word: "Mo Shangyun, we are considered a life and death."

"……Ok."

Liang Zhiqiong pouted, "Can't you sleep with me overnight?"

"Turn on the lights if you can't sleep," Mo Shangjun found a pair of sneakers to put on, and said, "If you can't do it, turn on the TV, make a phone call, and do whatever you want."

"Mo Shangyun -" Liang Zhiqiong did not resign.

"I'll come back to accompany you when I am done." Mo Shangyun interrupted her.

"Okay." Liang Zhiqiong finally agreed, "Come back early."

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun put on his shoes and went out.