Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The co-pilot's window slipped down.

Mo Shangyun glanced down and glanced at a familiar side face, and his subconscious consciously touched her waist, but—today she went out without a weapon.

An object was thrown out of the window.

Mo Shangyun reached out and took it, and found it to be a dagger, a very common style.

She checked and there was no problem.

Through the car window, she watched her cautious movements completely under her eyes, her thin lips tickled slightly, a bit self-deprecating.

"Dare you go?" Shirakawa asked.

Holding the dagger in his hand, Mo Shangyun lowered his eyebrows for two seconds, then pulled open the door of the co-pilot and sat in.

Shirakawa glanced at her movement holding the dagger.

Then he reminded: "Seat belt."

His eyebrows moved slightly, and Mo Shangjun buckled the seat belt. His eyes swept his left foot, and his voice asked coldly, "Is the foot well?"

Shirakawa sneered and asked, "Want to see it?"

"Say something." Mo Shangjun retracted his gaze and looked forward.

Shirakawa drove and said quietly: "Look at you."

Mo Shangjun lifted his right leg and put it on the knee of his left leg. His hands were wrapped around his chest. His right hand was playing with the dagger.

"How is it looking?" Mo Shangyun said slowly.

"Same as dead." Shirakawa's voice was cold.

Mo Shangyun's lips chuckled, "satisfied?"

Shirakawa stepped on the brakes.

He looked at Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun's expression was indifferent, his lips slightly hooked, and he played with the dagger leisurely, as if he was at ease.

"How does it feel to kill?" Shirakawa asked.

Mo Shangyun turned his head slightly, "Yes, it makes me think I can do it when I want to kill you."

Shirakawa squinted, "You haven't had a bad problem of deceiving yourself before."

"Not necessarily bad." Mo Shangyun said lazily.

"Ah."

Shirakawa sneered.

"You came to see the joke?" Mo Shangyun raised an eyebrow.

"Almost." Shirakawa said, and then said, "If you only have that hacker as an assistant, Moer, you still can't do anything."

It was the same as watching the three masters leave.

"Oh?"

Mo Shangjun's expression gradually cooled down.

"Relax, I won't do anything with him." Shirakawa continued to drive.

At one meal, Mo Shangyun seemed to hear something funny and looked at him in surprise, "Do you reassure me?"

Shirakawa glanced ahead, his eyes flickering, "Learn to be smart."

Ink on Yun Jun's eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at him, and closed his eyes.

Did not speak again.

...

Shirakawa sent Mo Shangyun near the reconnaissance camp.

"Go out less."

When Mo Shangyun untied the seat belt and pulled the door open, Shirakawa confessed aloud.

Mo Shangyun walked off the car and closed the door with a snap.

Mo Shangyun strode toward the reconnaissance camp.

Shirakawa didn't drive in time. After seeing it in place for a while, he did not drive until Mo Shangyun's figure disappeared.

*

After dealing with the outside affairs, Mo Shangyun went to Langyan to do a psychological consultation under repeated requests.

She talked with the psychiatrist for half an hour and then came back smoothly.

The result of the consultation is, no problem, mental health.

Seeing this result, Lang Yan and the instructor were relieved.

Mo Shangyun paid a job, and at the same time, he also regained his mind and began to work in the reconnaissance camp.

Because of too much harassment information, her cell phone was always turned off and she did not return a call to Mo Cang. Yan Tianxing had used her office phone to contact her, but Yan Tianxing's cell phone was turned off and the phone was never connected.

Peng Yuqiu, Mu Cheng and others did not pass.

Mo Shangyun played several times and gave up.

No matter what, Mo Shangjun devoted himself to work and physical recovery training, and even the three-to-five meetings never fell.

Lang Yan was very pleased with the instructor.

However, for Mo Shangyun, Lianli's work can be described as unexpected unexpected leisure.

The soldiers in the company are on the right track without having to supervise and worry like they did in the past. Plus, the soldiers must either take military training with the military academy or help the recruits. The remaining soldiers can only follow the training plan.

Mo Shangyun usually went to the training ground for a turn, and felt that he was so idle that he couldn't find any fun in bullying them.

At the same time, the regiment also focused on the two recruit companies. The most busy people were the people responsible for the recruit companies. Mo Shangjun, who came back from the military training instructor, was very idle.

Even-Mo Shangyun can only find Chen Ke to chat and nibble on seeds every day. Chen Ke can't be bothered by her, but how can she live a very boring day? Although he was reluctant, he still stayed with Mo willingly. Shang Yun was ridiculous, and occasionally pulled a fan Han Yi, playing a card or something while not working.

In addition, Mo Shangyun is also keen on all kinds of new things in the camp.

For example, one cooking class recently worked hard to conceive new menus, and three cooking classes secretly plagiarized; for example, when a company of soldiers found a confession for a confession, they specially recorded a confession video when they could play mobile phones on weekends; With the approval of the leader, the music-loving warrior intends to get together to arrange a dance and cut a MV; for example, recently, the two leading soldiers and XX soldiers have become the fun of the whole company from the training field to life in order to win or lose...

In less than ten days, Mo Shangyun once again integrated into the time of the reconnaissance camp, and found that when a busy reconnaissance camp is really about to be idle, it is also an unimaginable "idle".

*

In mid-October, the weather gradually improved.

Mo Shangyun sat in the office to organize Lian Li's finances.

"Mo Fulian!"

Lang Yan knocked on the door and walked into the office.

"Yo," Mo Shangjun stopped typing on the keyboard and raised an eyebrow at Lang Yan ridiculously, "Long Commander Lang, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Just make a joke."

Lang Yan smiled and walked towards her.

In recent days, Long Yan led a recruit company and was busy with pleasure, which is a sharp contrast with Mo Shangyun's leisure life.

Mo Shangjun shrugged and picked up the glass beside him. There was hot water in the glass. The steam was still hot. Mo Shangyun blew twice, and drank a third directly.

"Healthy?" Lang Yan showed a horrified expression.

"Recently, it should be healthy."

Mo Shangjun put the glass down.

No way, it hurts.

Lang Yan raised his eyes, suddenly realized.

"I still want you to come to the recruits to help."

Lang Yan walked across the desk with his hands on the desk.

"Can't be busy?" Mo Shangyun asked with a smile.

"The regiment pays too much attention, we can only think of ways to improve the overall level," Lang Yan said helplessly, and then sent an invitation to Mo Shangyun with hope, "Or, will you take a few days?"

"OK," Mo Shangyun clapped his hands and smiled. "I've been teaching the lineup movement recently."

"Legend of Mo Da, let's show one hand." Lang Yan urged with a smile.

"Let me stand like this, isn't it good?"

With that said, Mo Shangyun looked at the cup next to his eyes deeply.

"Without letting you stand in a military posture, just take a shot or something." Lang Yan continued to persuade, "The recruits have several people with good shooting results, you will be interested."

"not good."

Mo Shangyun shook his head, and the old **** was picking up the glass.

"It feels like you have to become a leader of the Buddha department." Lang Yan sighed.

"Look at what you said," Mo Shangyun took a sip of hot water and said slowly, "Your deputy company commander leads the soldiers all year round, and finally enjoys the real company life..."

Lang Yan was covered with black lines by her.

Halfway, Lang Yan leaned down and said mysteriously: "Then I will tell you something by the way."

"Say."

"The female recruit recruited a genius."

"Oh?"

"At the age of 15, I took the university entrance exam, the city's first result, and I went to Jingcheng University. I just graduated and said that I felt that my physical fitness was not good, so I came to the military camp. The regiment attached great importance to her and there were ordinary special brigades who wanted her. She is working on agricultural production, and she teaches us to cook vegetables in the scout camp at night.

"Called Qi Qi?" Mo Shangyun interrupted him slowly.

"You know?" Lang Yan asked in surprise.

Mo Shangyun gave him a blank look.

The recruit company is nearby. She has nothing to do, so she wanders around the major cooking classes. What she eats and drinks does not fall. How can you not know how this spreads throughout the camp?

"Then I said she had a bedmate, and she was shooting a hundred shots, so far the shooting training is full marks..." Lang Yan paused and asked, "Are you interested?"

"Speak," Mo Shangyun fell backwards, tilted Erlang's legs, and said straightly, "What do you want to do?"

Go!

It's time for a showdown.

Lang Yan took a deep breath, then raised his hand to pat the table, "Help me kill their majesty!"

Mo Shangyun: "..."