Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

After a pleasant checkout, Mo Shangyun asked Yan Tianxing to change his shoes and led Yan Tianxing, who was watched by the clerk with a strange look, to leave.

After strolling with Mo Shangyun several times, Yan Tianxing has become accustomed to such eyes.

I didn't care.

After leaving the mall, Mo Shangyun put on his baseball cap, then raised an eyebrow at Yan Tianxing, "Go away."

"……Ok."

Yan Tianxing reluctantly agreed.

With a snap, Mo Shangjun led the way.

Not to go too fast, but their speed is not too slow, walked through the crowd, set off a gust of wind, and waited for someone to come back, they just walked away have disappeared.

The physical fitness of the two is unquestionable, and there is basically no way to rest.

At the beginning, Yan Tianxing would be bored-it would be okay to meet once a month, but for a little time together, he would explain to the "marching"?

Mo Shangyun occasionally said a few words to him, but not much.

It is a wasteful "dating action".

However, gradually, Yan Tianxing became interested in Mo Shangyun's physical fitness.

Although it is known that Mo Shangjun was trained from an early age, and his physical fitness is not achieved overnight, it requires a little accumulation. Yan Tianxing estimates that Mo Shangjun’s physical fitness will be higher than that of the female team members there. I have also seen her ability before. .

But, this time, the impression of her physical fitness was raised slightly.

Resting on the women's team members, I'm afraid they can be called "abnormal."

On the thirty-kilometer road, she walked fast and easily, showing no fatigue from beginning to end. Every time she observed, she could not detect her limit state.

This ability to use ordinary means to explore the end, at a certain moment, Yan Tianxing also thought of pulling her to himself to study slowly.

However, this idea quickly dissipated.

As instructors, the concepts may be close or even consistent, but one instructor and one student have different identities and different directions of thinking. He didn't want to be in the same army as Mo Shangyun, because then there would be a lot of friction.

At 12 o'clock, Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing successfully walked 30 kilometers.

"Arrived."

Seeing the gate of the reconnaissance camp from afar, Mo Shangjun stopped.

"Ok."

Yan Tianxing then stopped and did not go too close.

He glanced at his face again, and Mo Shangyun raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Go away."

Yan Tian Xing chuckled, "I watched you go in."

So Mo Shangyun shrugged and walked to the gate of the reconnaissance camp.

It’s not a parting of life and death, and I’m not ecstatic when I want to see it, and I don’t fall in love when I part.

This time, Mo Shangyun still walked briskly.

Mo Shangyun had a straight waist rod, a straight figure, carrying a bag and wearing casual clothes. The closer she walked, the more she walked like a soldier, and the lazy body around her body gradually recovered.

Soon, she came to the door.

Yan Tianxing has been staring at her back, but the look in her eyes gradually dimmed.

However, at the moment when the document was shown and she was about to step into the gate, Mo Shangyun stopped stepping. She turned her head and glanced in the direction of Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tian was surprised for a while.

Mo Shangyun smiled at him, then waved his hand cheerfully, and entered the door neatly.

In a short time, three or four seconds, when Yan Tianxing recovered, Mo Shangyun had disappeared at the gate.

Yan Tianxing is still standing.

For a long time, he smiled.

Actually... turned back.

*

Reconnaissance battalion, second company.

Mo Shangyun walked downstairs to the office building.

Just happened to meet the instructor and Lang Yan who came downstairs.

"This is back?" Lang Yan surprisedly looked at Mo Shangyun, "Aren't you talking about night?"

"The matter is done." Mo Shangyun returned calmly, and then glanced suspiciously at them, "Don't join the recruits?"

Lang Yan looked down at the time and went down the last step. "No, I miss our Erlian's meals. Come over for lunch."

The instructor looked at Lang Yan in amazement.

Since when did the serious company commander Lang get infected with the "poor mouth" of Mo Shangyun?

"There are special forces who want to book seedlings," the instructor said. "Good seedlings are all sweethearts in the regiment. How can they make them take advantage of nothing, so the battalion commander came to us for a meeting and could keep a few to count."

Seeing the instructor talking about the business, Lang Yan was no longer poor, and nodded: "Even if we are in the second company, even the one-time recruits with a clear painting style are all looked up to..."

Speaking of which, Lang Yan reluctantly spread his hands.

Originally, they gave many seedlings in support of the new special warfare troops, and the regiment was already reluctant. Now that their fat in the reconnaissance camp was being stared by so many eyes, the regiment was naturally anxious.

Moreover, when a group of veterans just left, it was already a loss in the battalion, so they pointed to the recruits to supplement their combat power... How can they be taken advantage of in vain?

At this time of year, they are all worried.

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun nodded knowingly.

"Otherwise, you come together..." Lang Yan Lingji moved.

The instructor hurriedly grabbed him and whispered in a tone that everyone could hear: "She is also one of the people who are going to be robbed. Isn't she going to give her away?"

Lang Yan: "..." suddenly realized.

The two looked at each other tacitly.

Listening to this extremely clear speech, watching this extremely obvious eye contact, Mo Shangyun rolled his eyes, lamenting the intelligence quotient of Erlian leaders, and then carrying a backpack, bypassing them and walking all the way upstairs.