Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Yan Tianxing frowned slightly at the phone screen.

The bathroom door was pushed open.

Not long afterwards, Mo Shangyun, who put on her nightgown, came out of the bedroom.

With a towel in her hand, she covered her head and wiped her freshly washed hair.

After taking a bath, I got a lot of energy. When I came out and saw Yan Tianxing holding his mobile phone in his hand, he froze for a moment, then asked, "What do you see?"

Without feeling guilty of being caught, Yan Tianxing turned sideways, his elbows on the sofa, looked up at Mo Shangyun who was approaching, shook her phone at her, and asked, "Are you going to Yuncheng?"

"Ok."

As he walked over, Mo Shangjun took the phone and looked down at the message.

She unlocked her fingerprints, clicked in and saw a number of papers and materials, her face suddenly stiffened.

Sure enough, there is a price to pay.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Tianxing stretched out his long arm and ripped the towel over her head.

"Find Uncle Chen."

Ink on the ink is also calm, without covering up at all.

Yan Tianxing grabbed the towel.

After receiving the file, he returned a message to the instructor and asked him to rest early. Mo Shangjun then looked at Yan Tianxing who had been staring at him for a long time, and then commanded: "Blow my hair for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked around in front of the sofa and sat down like a queen. He lifted Erlang's legs without saying anything, and fell back lazily.

But looking closely at her expression, she was rather distressed, her eyes frowning tightly at the paper opened with the mobile phone software.

"There is danger." Yan Tianxing reminded faintly.

"Ok."

Looking at the ink on the paper seriously, and answering without raising his head, this deserves to be perfunctory.

Yan Tianxing did not have the grand determination to persuade her.

It's just that when I got up to get the hair dryer, I thought a little bit harder.

Also understand the mood of ink on Jun.

One day as a teacher, and a father for life.

For Mo Shangyun who grew up with Master from a young age, this sentence is most appropriate for her.

She looks calm and sensible, but Mo Shangyun can't just sit back and ignore what she can do.

At this time, it is impossible to persuade her.

Yan Tianxing honestly went to get her a hair dryer, wiped her hair with a towel before blowing her with a hair dryer, the hot air shuttled between her hair, and her short hair dried quickly.

Mo Shangyun is like a second uncle, and from time to time also directs Yan Tianxing to control the temperature.

Yan Tianxing finally understood what it meant to "dare to speak out".

"All right."

After the hair was completely dried, Yan Tianxing turned off the hair dryer.

By the way, use your fingers to take care of the fresh hair on the ink.

"I'm going to bed."

Mo Shangyun was ready to get up.

Yan Tianxing took her shoulders from behind, pressed her down, leaned down, and whispered close to her ear, "Wait for me?"

Mo Shangyun thought about it, then turned his head and said sincerely: "I suggest you sleep on the sofa."

"..."

Seeing her expression of "for your sake", Yan Tianxing teased his lips silently.

Mo Shangyun waved his hand, took his mobile phone, and walked into the bedroom dashingly.

Yan Tianxing was left standing alone, a little depressed.

...

Nearly a moment later, Yan Tianxing came out after taking a shower.

The bedroom lights are still on, Mo Shangjun is sitting on the bed, his legs are bent, a laptop is placed on his knee, he holds the mobile phone in his left hand, and the pen in his right hand, occasionally glances at the mobile phone, and occasionally uses the pen to make a point on the notebook When taking notes and writing down, the expression is especially serious.

With a glance, Yan Tianxing's eyes fell on her lap.

Just wearing a bathrobe, the movement is very relaxed. Under the bathrobe, beautiful legs and fair feet are exposed. Because of wearing military boots and military pants all year round, the skin is abnormally fair without the wind and sun for many years.

However, the scar on the left foot is very conspicuous.

——It was a sword from Shirakawa.

Healed, but left scars.

Yan Tianxing thought that Mo Shangjun often stared at the scar on his forehead, thinking about it every time. Now, he can understand Mo Shangyun's mood a little.

Especially... uncomfortable.

Feeling that he had been standing, Mo Shangyun, who was originally focused on doing things, also looked up at him.

I wanted to remind him, but at first glance, he was stunned.

Yan Tianxing only surrounded a bath towel.

Moreover, it is surrounded by the waist, naked upper body, sturdy muscles, attractive figure, sweeping.

Mo Shangjun’s eyes moved up from the obvious abdominal muscles, each muscle was as perfect as art, and even the arc was just right. At first glance, it had a solid chest, a delicate and beautiful clavicle, a **** and beautiful throat knot, and then up. A beautiful skin that can captivate people.

The creator is indeed eccentric.

He looked at Yan Tianxing's eyes, and Mo Shangyun's eyes moved down again, looking back and forth, and finally his eyes fell on the bath towel around his waist.

"Want to see it?"

Yan Tianxing looked at her generously, but she was not ashamed at all.

"..."

No matter how thick the face is, after all, there is no experience, and the ink is silently embarrassed.

When I didn't hear it, Mo Shangyun lowered his head, and couldn't take out the look of the oil cavity.

Seeing her look a little funny, Yan Tianxing took a lip corner and strode toward Mo Shangyun.

"do not come."

Mo Shangyun raised his head and swept his warning cold eyes.

Beauty is wrong.

Yan Tianxing's pace was slow and steady, but he did not procrastinate at all, and did not follow Mo Shangjun's instructions. He came to the bed in a blink of an eye and stood calmly.

"Shy?"

Slightly leaning down, Yan Tianxing whispered, his voice bewitched, and his hand fell on the waist towel.

With a little tugging, it can fall off.