Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Ten minutes ago, there was still a noisy and noisy house. small

At the corner of the house, there were two people standing in a straight posture, the breeze blowing, and the clothes swinging in the wind, drawing a beautiful arc.

Mo Shangjun stood under the eaves, in the shade, standing idle, looking straight ahead, seeing the man's jaw and **** throat.

Yan Tianxing was standing in the sun, and the warm and warm sun in March was soft and warm, falling on his body, coated with a layer of warm light. There was light leaning to the bottom of his eyes, and the coldness and detachment disappeared for a moment, but only the deep warmth seemed to melt the ice and snow and the ice for thousands of years.

Yan Tianxing's movements were very light. His fingers passed through the hair strands on the ink. The strands of hair were sorted out, and the messy hair was slowly combed and fell down snuggly.

After a while, Yan Tianxing put her training cap on in a correct direction, unbiased, and then gently pressed down to cover her forehead, only to show her beautiful and cool eyes.

Mo Shangyun didn't move, so he went.

"Don't go to dinner?" Yan Tianxing asked playfully, looking at her with a smile.

"have eaten."

Mo Shangyun replied casually, not half-hearted and blushing.

"Dream to eat?" Yan Tianxing knocked her brim funny.

"..."

Mo Shangyun silently pushed the brim upward.

Lazy to withdraw his gaze, Yan Tianxing turned around and looked at her sideways, "Come with me."

"doing what?"

Mo Shangyun raised his eyes suspiciously.

At this point, Yan Tianxing had turned back and walked forward.

"Talk about business."

The lightly written three words floated from the front, accompanied by a warm spring breeze.

Mo Shangyun leaned his head down, did not think much, and followed slowly behind Yan Tianxing.

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Not far behind this small bungalow, there is also a single room.

It's not big. It's estimated to be less than 30 square meters. There is an open space outside. There is a military jeep parked, and the door is open, but no one is there.

Yan Tianxing brought Mo Shangyun to the door.

Mo Shangjun stood by the door, his eyes swept inward.

There is a window inside, and the air is not dull. On the right side of the door is a square table with tableware and chopsticks. There are two stools next to it. On the left side is a bed, which is not large. It is a single bed and military bedding. The quilt was folded into square tofu pieces.

In addition, there is a stove near the square table, which should be burning coal, and a pot is placed on it, and water mist rises from the gap between the pot lids.

"Talk about business here?"

Raising his hand and touching his nose, Mo Shangyun glanced at Yan Tianxing wonderingly.

"Ok."

Yan Tianxing nodded calmly.

Did not enter the door, Mo Shangyun stood on the spot, looking at Yan Tianxing in a chilling look, with a little temptation.

"I'm hungry, eat something first, then talk about things." Yan Tianxing looked at her sideways, his brows light, his smile spreading, and it was very confusing.

Obviously, Yan Tianxing's words cannot be heard directly.

His attitude is clearly telling her that he is digging pits, depending on whether you jump or not.

Mo Shangyun stared at him, and he wanted to see what he looked good, and lifted his legs into the door.

Yan Tianxing couldn't help but chuckled, but looking at her slender back, the smile lightened a bit, "Look at the ignition, I'll come over later."

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun answered him perfunctoryly.

Without waiting for Yan Tianxing to leave, Mo Shangyun stretched out his leg to hook a stool, and then sat down calmly.

Very casual.

Yan Tianxing didn't even enter the door. After seeing her sit down peacefully, she turned and left.

Mo Shangyun stared blankly at the tableware on the table.

Four large bowls, one dish, two rice bowls, two pairs of chopsticks, the tabletop is extremely clean, like a temporary cleaning.

Um... prepared in advance?

With fingers rubbing his chin, Mo Yunyun's thoughts spread, thinking about some of them. Soon, his eyes fell to the side of the steaming pot, the smoke was curling, and the firework was very strong.

The only person I have seen is Yan Tianxing's cooking, also in the water and clouds in Beijing. On the first day of the Chinese New Year, he made a dumpling.

At that time, everything was complete, pots and pans, rice, oil, salt, kitchen equipment, clean and high-end, so even if he cooks himself, he will quickly accept it.

at the moment--

Looking at the surrounding environment, at the humble stove and rice cooker, Mo Shangyun is hard to imagine the scene where people like Yan Tianxing are busy here.

However, many times, unimaginable things have to be accepted when they really happen in front of us.

In less than five minutes, Yan Tianxing entered the door with something.

To be precise, it came in with a bag.

Hearing the movement, Mo Shangyun tilted his head and looked towards the door.

When I saw Yan Tianxing, he noticed the bag in Yan Tianxing's hand.

Inside are the large and small bags, all of which are ingredients. Eyes include eggs, cabbage, lean meat, and small bags of glutinous rice.

Mo Shangyun glanced curiously, but before he could see it clearly, an object flew over from the front.

Mo Shangjun subconsciously reached out to catch it.

Soft, hot.

Looking down, it was found to be a hot water bottle, the kind of charging, brown, rectangular, and furry outside.

Direct contact with hands, it is still a little hot, it should be just charged.

After a pause, Mo Shangyun realized what, and frowned slightly.

"I do not need."

Mo Shangyun raised his hand and handed the hot water bottle over.

Although I don't know how Yan Tianxing discovered it, she hasn't been so coquettish to this degree.

Especially, this kind of little girl uses...

Putting the bag on the table, Yan Tianxing stood beside her, looked at her from a condescending position, pierced everything with a glance, and asked directly, "Would you like an image or a body?"

"...Image." Mo Shangyun said with a straight face.

Yan Tianxing was almost smirked by her, raised her hand, bent her fingers, and tapped on her head across the training cap.

An inexplicable burst of sorrow, Mo Shangyun was unable to guard for a while, and took it.

Fortunately, the strength is not heavy, not very painful.

"Honestly," Yan Tianxing grabbed her brim and pressed it down without a good airway. "Wait for you to eat it later."

Most of the ink on the face was blocked: "..."

Damn, I really want to beat him.

After all, this little thing didn't make Mo Shangyun soaring. Pushing the brim upward, Mo Shangjun looked down at the hot water bottle, and there was a little disgust in his expression.

Seeing her react like this, Yan Tianxing raised her eyebrows angrily, took the hot water bottle in her hand, and forcibly thrust it into her arms.

The movements seem rude, but they are very light.

He used his right hand, and Mo Shangyun noticed the long scar on his palm.

"your hands……"

He didn't care about the hot water bottle with him, Mo Shangyun's eyes stayed on his hand, his brow moved slightly.

Yan Tianxing lowered his head, noticed the scar on his hand, and inadvertently withdrew his hand.

With the other hand raised, he suddenly put a thermos on the table, Yan Tianxing explained: "Drink some water."

After that, he picked up the bag of ingredients on the table and walked aside.

"Hey."

Mo Shangyun called him.

Yan Tianxing didn't seem to hear it, put the bag away, took out a pair of black leather gloves, and put it on slowly.

The movement is elegant and the temperament is expensive.

Even standing in such a humble house is noble and calm, and it does not affect the usual image at all.

Mo Shangyun stared at him for a while.

Yan Tianxing took out the chopping board and kitchen knife lightly, put two eggs in a bowl and beat them, then used a bowl to soak the glutinous rice before starting to cut cabbage and minced meat.

He did these things in an orderly manner, without panic and chaos. He was clearly cooking, but he was in his hands and it was the same as maintaining firearms and ammunition.

It looks very emotional.

The hot water bottle is placed in the lower abdomen, it is very warm, but it is a bit sleepy.

Even looking at Yan Tianxing, this distress is difficult to alleviate.

Twenty minutes later, seeing that Yan Tianxing had almost processed the ingredients, Mo Shangyun thought about it and asked him, "Is there a mobile phone?"

Yan Tianxing put down the kitchen knife, glanced at Mo Shangyun, but said, "Come and get it yourself."

Having said that, he reached out and uncovered the rice pan next to him, and the steaming water was coming out, but he stirred it a few times with a rice spoon, and then poured a glass of indescribable juice into it.

"what is that?"

Put the hot water bottle down, Mo Shangyun got up and approached, his eyes stayed in the pot for a moment.

"food."

Lazy answer him, stirring a few times, Yan Tianxing put the lid on again.

Mo Shangyun glanced at him, "Where?"

"right."

Yan Tian Xing said lightly, standing specifically, his right hand raised slightly, so that Mo Shangyun could reach for it.

Mo Shangjun stretched his hand over and down the trouser pocket of the military trousers, looking for a mobile phone.

The fabric is very thin, and fingers grope, like a tease.

"Don't move." Yan Tianxing frowned.

"..."

Mo Shangyun also realized something, quickly got the phone, and took his hand back.

"That..." Mo Shangyun turned sideways, his back to Yan Tianxing, cleared his throat, and relaxed, "You continue to be busy."

Yan Tian Xing's eyes were gloomy, his eyes swept coolly across her back neck, angry and helpless.

at the same time--

Mo Shangjun walked back with his mobile phone. As soon as the screen of the mobile phone turned on, he could see the latest WeChat news before he could open the lock screen.

Remarks: Jiang team.

——Hey, didn’t you just go to Ancheng to help with the assessment, ask what these do?

——Is there a little girl hiding in Ancheng?

——No, you are so busy, you still have time to cook?

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