Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Mo Shangyun, who got what he wanted, finally had a chance to "take Yan Tian Xing for a ride."

She likes to drive a motorcycle in such a climate, and enjoy the city's autumn scenery.

This is a very beautiful season. The ginkgo is falling. With the breeze blowing down, occasionally passing by, the sun rises east, and there is a soft and bright sun falling on the body, warm and warm.

Mo Shangjun informed Yan Tianxing in advance that if he had a view he liked, he could tell her that he would stop and take pictures.

However, although the scenery was beautiful along the way, he never heard Yan Tianxing shout.

Although Mo Shangyun was very strange, he drove all the way and did not ask much.

As everyone knows, although Yan Tianxing behind him took the mobile phone, he did not take a picture, but changed the background of the previous mobile phone lock screen before Mo Shangjun stopped.

Mo Shangyun drove the motorcycle to the bustling street, and then found a place to park.

Yan Tianxing got out of the car and put away his phone without leaving any traces.

"What to eat?"

Parked the car, Mo Shangyun came back and clapped his hands.

Yan Tianxing turned his head and asked, "What did you eat in the morning?"

"ravioli."

After a pause, Yan Tianxing whispered, "Is it delicious?"

"It's okay." Mo Shangjun replied.

You can't always ask that the shops you look for are delicious. After all, she can meet scum in a meal early in the morning, and can't extravag her luck.

After thinking for a moment, Yan Tianxing said: "Then go to eat steamed buns."

"OK," put his hand in his trouser pocket, and Mo Shangyun walked straight forward, but after taking a step and feeling strange, he turned back inexplicably and asked Yan Tianxing, "Is there any connection?"

"kind of."

Yan Tian Xing raised his eyebrows and came to her side.

"Ok?"

"You can also eat." Yan Tianxing took her hand.

"..."

What logic?

However, it was Yan Tianxing who invited him anyway. He wanted to eat whatever he wanted, and Mo Shangyun was all for him.

The piece of ink on the airport is not familiar, but she is quite familiar nearby,

So, with a big wave, he led Yan Tianxing to breakfast.

Choosing a well-known store, Mo Shangyun asked Yan Tianxing to order his own meal, and then first found a free place to sit down.

Unlike the breakfast shop near the airport, it is located in a prosperous area. Not only there are many locals, but also many tourists. The vacant position is occupied by people soon.

Although Mo Shangyun was a good five young man who grew up under the red and bright banner of the motherland, she did not have the habit of eating breakfast in a shop. She could still occupy the position. Anyway, she did not wear military uniforms and had a thick skin Something will pass.

Soon, Yan Tianxing served breakfast directly.

A bowl of steamed buns, a plate of dumplings, plus a plate of pickled radishes.

He put dumplings and pickled radishes in front of Mo Shangjun.

"For me?"

Mo Shangyun accidentally lifted his eyelids.

"Well." Yan Tianxing sat down and said frankly, "It's okay to eat mine."

Mo Shangjun glanced at his steamed buns, and then silently took the dumplings to him. When he went to get the chopsticks, he took two pairs and handed them to Yan Tianxing.

Looking up at her, Yan Tianxing reached over and took it.

Because of the lack of "care about people" performance in ink painting, this inadvertently any gesture of closeness can make people care.

Yan Tianxing broke the chopsticks in a good mood, then set aside, ready to tear the buns.

"do you want to eat?"

After eating a dumpling and seeing that Tiantian Xing had not moved his chopsticks, Mo Shangyun couldn't help but ask curiously.

Yan Tianxing moved slightly.

At this time, Mo Shangyun had picked up a new dumpling, dipped in a little sauce, and sent it directly to Yan Tianxing's mouth, "open mouth."

Glancing at her with a slightly surprised look, Yan Tianxing opened his mouth in good faith.

Mo Shangyun gave him the dumplings, and then withdrew them, and all the actions seemed to be taken for granted, without being half deliberate and nervous.

Soon, I tasted Mo Shangyun of pickled radishes, and felt that they tasted good, and then I picked the pickled radishes for Yan Tianxing to eat.

Yan Tianxing's eyes always seemed to haunt her indiscriminately.

After eating the pickled radish again, Mo Shangyun condensed his eyebrows for a moment, and then asked Yan Tianxing: "Do you know how to make pickled radish?"

"Well, I know." Yan Tianxing nodded.

Their squad leader had the preference to pickle these. Yan Tianxing approached him, and the steps were known, but he didn't try it himself.

"Oh……"

Mo Shangyun responded thoughtfully.

"How?" Yan Tianxing asked her with interest.

Mo Shangyun paused, put half of pickled radish in his mouth, crunchy.

There is no reason to be curious about everything. Mo Shangyun casually said: "It's good to be a side dish."

Yan Tianxing smiled rather silently.

At first glance is perfunctory.

Halfway, Mo Shangjun left his elbow against the table, his hand resting on his chin, and said slowly: "My grandma... pickles these every year."

Yan Tian Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression slightly strange.

He remembered what was right, Mo Shangyun's grandmother... passed away when she was eight years old.

I heard Mo Shangshuang said that because of the accident, it seems that it has something to do with Mo Shangyun.

However, looking closely at Mo Shangyun, there was no strange emotion.

"Well."

Mo Shangyun took another dumpling and handed it to Yan Tianxing's mouth.

"..."

Thoughts were interrupted.