Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

At six o'clock, night came.

Mo Shangjun ate at the training base, intending to rub Yan Tianxing's car back.

However, as soon as she left the cafeteria, she saw Duan Zimu driving a jeep and stopped at her feet.

"Do you want to rub your car?"

Leaning out of the car window, Duanzi Mu smiled and sent an invitation to Mo Shangyun.

Glancing at him leisurely, Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, "No."

"Yan Tianxing is busy, and can't go back in a while." Duanzi said slowly, with his elbow on the window. "By the way, if you are a friend, is it normal?"

Mo Shangyun shrugged, "I'll go find him first."

She was not in a hurry to go back anyway.

Seeing her like this, Duan Zimu was not reluctant, but asked, "Do you know where he is?"

"Ok?"

Mo Shangyun slightly frowned.

The base is not big, even if you don't know where Yan Tianxing is, it is not difficult to find Yan Tianxing.

"I will send you over."

Duan Zimu raised her eyebrows towards her, the eyes of the eyes he raised, and weirdly hooked people.

He stared at him suspiciously, and Mo Shangyun finally opened the door of the rear seat and sat straight in.

Duan Zimu really didn't lie to her. After touching the terrain of the base in a short time, he drove the jeep familiarly, turned left and right and drove out from the back door of the base. It didn't take long to stop by the empty ground. Down.

When the car stopped, Mo Shangyun just turned his head and looked towards the open space beside him.

I saw a few armored cars parked over there, one of which was turned on with bright lights and a dazzling light. A woman in a training uniform was sitting on the right side of the car, her left leg fell down, and her right leg stepped on the car. Holding a sniper rifle, the muzzle is facing up, and the bottom is against the front of the car.

On her side stood a man, standing tall, with his back to the side, but the back view alone was enough for Mo Shangyun to recognize his identity at a glance.

Yan Tianxing.

After a glance, Mo Shangyun fell backwards, tilted Erlang's legs, and lazily asked the person in front of him, "What happened, intentionally?"

"Aren't you coming?" Duan Zi Mu looked back and asked innocently.

Mo Shangyun shrugged.

At this moment, both Subei and Yan Tianxing found the car parked here and looked over here.

The windows were not closed. As soon as they looked over, they saw Mo Shangyun and Duan Zimu's figure smoothly.

Noting Duan Zimu, Subei waved his hand towards him, and Duan Zimu also responded quickly.

Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows, looked at Duan Zimu, and then looked at the ink on Yun, his face was very unsightly.

The next moment, he walked straight towards the jeep.

Noting his movements, Mo Shangyun suddenly shouted to the front: "Brother Duan."

"how?"

Duan Zimu turned towards the back.

Mo Shangyun put his arms in his arms and looked at him with a smile, "Can I get a position, I have something to talk to him about."

"..."

This proposal was too sudden, Duan Zi Mu froze for three full seconds before he reacted.

The car he drove, let him let it?

This anti-routine way... is also service.

However, Duan Zi Mu noodles smiled extremely gently, "OK, listen to you."

Staring at his smiling eyes, and a glance at the tender sight, the ink on the goose bumps were about to rise.

Fortunately, Duan Zimu did not stare at her for too long. Once he finished speaking, he untied his seat belt, pulled the car door to get off, and walked straight to Northern Jiangsu.

It was just that when passing by Tiantian Xing, he deliberately gave Yan Tianxing a few glances. The slightly smiling eyes were inexplicably uncomfortable.

Yan Tianxing frowned, slightly withdrawn his gaze, and walked past him.

He came to the jeep, first glanced at Mo Shangyun, then pulled open the door of the driver's seat, started the car as soon as he sat in, and drove the jeep toward the front along the road.

the other side.

Duan Zimu came to North Jiangsu and stopped in front of the car, half of his body was shrouded in light.

"How's the conversation?" Duan Zimu asked North Jiangsu with a smile.

"Official business," Northern Jiangsu put the sniper rifle sideways, squinting at him, and gently raised the corner of his lips, "I don't say anything about Mo Shangyun."

"Normal." Duan Zimu shrugged and asked, "What about business?"

"No," North Jiangsu raised an eyebrow, then whispered, "However, a little interested."

After she finished speaking, she asked, "What about you?"

"It depends."

Duan Zimu said lightly.

From Yan Tianxing's point of view, public affairs and private affairs are separate, so even if Yan Tianxing doesn't like Duan Zimu anymore, after Duan Zimu returned from training in the past few months, he also contacted Duan Zimu and expressed the hope that he could join their troops .

Of course, this just gave him a qualification, and there will be real selection.

Subei is the captain of their women's team, because she is not there, so she contacted Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing will not give special conditions, but those he talks about are the yearning of all soldiers.

As long as Northern Jiangsu does not love this vast and boundless sea, but really likes the status of a soldier, he can basically be tempted by his conditions.

In fact, it's almost the same.

After spending three years at the seaside, Subei just wanted to stay in another place.

Subei jumped from the car, "I will be in the dark at night."

"I haven't asked you, why are you so interested in her?"

"Huh?" Subei looked at him sideways, seeming surprised. "Did I not tell you?"

...

On the jeep.

After driving for a while, Yan Tianxing stopped the car and let Mo Shangjun sit in front.

Mo Shangyun did not hesitate, he sat down obediently to the co-pilot position, and then buckled his seat belt.

Yan Tianxing continued to drive.

"I'm inviting her." Yan Tianxing finally spoke.

"Ok."

Mo Shangjun responded faintly without much response.

Even said, a little cold.

——Yan Tianxing is looking for Northern Jiangsu, certainly not fancy with Northern Jiangsu or something.

From the beginning, Mo Shangyun knew.

But when it comes to "invitation", Mo Shangyun always thinks of "not being invited".

This has become a manifestation of the ability to be underestimated.

It's just that her reaction caused some misunderstanding.

Yan Tianxing observed her two eyes, then stepped on the brakes, the tone increased a little, "I'm serious."

This emphasis is Yan Tianxing's greatest excuse.

"Well." Mo Shangyun looked at him sideways, his expression faint, a little unclear. So, "Is Yu Nianyu invited?"

Yan Tian Xing Weidun, "Well."

"accepted?"

"Ok."

"A good whisper with soldiers, and northern Jiangsu with bad soldiers..." Eyebrows lightly looked at him with ink squinting, "Comrade Yan Tianxing, are you targeting me?"