Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"If this is a testimonial, I accept it."

Mo Shangyun said that the clouds are light and windy, and obviously he does not want to explain this to Yan Tianxing.

Hearing Mo Shangjun's almost indifferent answer, Yan Tianxing's eyes were dark and angry.

Testimonials?

She despised herself!

"Think too much."

Yan Tianxing spit out three words angrily, and then took the cap of safflower oil to cover it.

Obviously it is a very simple action, but Yan Tianxing's men have great strength, and the green muscles on the back of the hand burst out.

Mo Shangyun glanced inadvertently, at that moment, there was an illusion that a bottle would be crushed by Yan Tianxing.

After thinking about it, Mo Shangyun changed the subject, "I have something to ask for your opinion."

"disagree."

Yan Tianxing frowned, even if he didn't want to hear a word, he vetoed it bluntly.

Mo Shangyun looked at him speechlessly, "You... stingy."

"I'm happy."

Yan Tian Xing Liang scowled at her.

The words fell, and the bottle of safflower oil was hit **** the desk of the desk.

I glanced at the poor bottle, and Mo Yunjun touched his nose.

After a short pause, Mo Shangjun asked tentatively: "Shall I tell you a story?"

"Say."

Yan Tianxing squinted at her.

Mo Shangyun pointed to the water dispenser by the window, "Go pour a glass of water."

Yan Tianxing: "..."

Three seconds later, Yan Tianxing stood up, took the water cup from Mo Shangyun, and went to the water dispenser to receive a glass of water.

When he came back, although he put it in front of the ink on the ink quite rashly, the movement that could be put down was very light, and the dripping did not spill out.

Mo Shangyun glanced at the office chair on one side.

Yan Tian Xing Yin sat down with a face on his face, and his anger remained unabated.

"Well."

Mo Shangyun picked up the phone, opened the saved picture, and threw it to Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing raised his hand and took it, glanced at Mo Shangyun suspiciously, then looked down at the twelve pictures put together.

"This is Si Sheng's painting, how?"

Mo Shangjun picked up the water glass, took a sip, and threw a question at Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing frowned slightly and said straightly: "I am not interested in her story."

If Mo Shangjun just wanted to use other people's interesting things to change the topic, he had to let Mo Shangjun not touch his mobile phone for the next two months.

Mo Shangyun was too lazy to take care of him, shrugged his shoulders, and explained the reason for Si Sheng's drawing to Yan Tianxing.

After Yan Tianxing listened patiently, she immediately asked: "Do you know why it is May 1?"

Intuitively aware of being tired, Yan Tianxing narrowed his eyes slightly, "Talk."

"Almost 10 years ago on May 1st, my grandfather gave Si Sheng ten dollars and a letter to let her send the letter to a friend thousands of miles away within a week." Mo Shangyun said, drinking. .

"The result?" Yan Tianxing frowned.

A week, ten dollars, thousands of miles away.

Si Sheng was the same age as Mo Shangyun. Eight years ago, he was 12 or 3 years old.

At such a young age, let him go so far alone, this is obviously not something that ordinary elders can make people do.

"As a result, she came back a week later. Arrived within a day, sent a letter, and returned after five days of playing."

"Where is the money?"

Yan Tianxing asked kindly.

"I took a hitchhiker when I went there and made a little money with her skills over there." Mo Shangjun shrugged. "The purpose of Grandpa is to exercise her viability."

Yan Tianxing seemed to understand something.

This is what Si Sheng has experienced.

However, Mo Shangyun can be said to have grown up with Si Sheng. Is it possible, Mo Shangyun also...

Even worse?

After a pause, Yan Tianxing asked with some doubt: "Have you ever experienced it?"

"No." Mo Shangyun raised his left hand, took off the training cap, and dropped it on the table. Then he looked at Yan Tianxing and was very calm. "My grandfather really wanted me to be together, but my master... also You Yi's father, You Yi, refused."

"why?"

Yan Tianxing had an ominous hunch.

According to Mo Shangyun's current ability, this Yu Yi refused, definitely not feel dangerous, but in a certain disdain and pediatrics.

Mo Shangyun shrugged and said honestly: "He doesn't look down."

Yan Tianxing's hands tightened unconsciously, he heard his voice very heavy, "So how did you spend that May 1?"

"Marching with weight."

Mo Shangyun answered almost understately.

For specific details, she didn't talk to Yan Tianxing, but the words "marching with weight" are enough for Yan Tianxing to make a rough guess about the danger level.

One person marches, a 13-year-old girl marches.

Moreover, weight bearing.

The simplest march is only 4 to 5 kilometers per hour, and the daily journey is 30 to 40 kilometers.

At that time, Mo Shangyun, at most, was a teenager. He was not well developed in all aspects of his body, let alone his physical fitness.

Yan Tian Xing Guang imagined that he felt big.

Her master is neuropathy!

Being able to give Mo Shangyun to such a master... Mo Shangyun's elders have either a rib or a lack of ribs, which is simply a problem in their minds.

"The story is over."

Mo Shangjun clapped his hands, and then drank the water in the glass.

Due to the fact that the two had the same pity for the May Day ten years ago, they agreed that it was a memorable day. Later, Si Sheng chose this day to make a difference for Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun is very refreshing. He has taken a stroke he once experienced, as if telling a story of others, without any emotion.

However, the more indifferent she is, the more depressed and angry Yan Tianxing is.

An uncontrollable irritability swept through his chest, and then swallowed his proud self-control a little bit.

"Mo Shangyun."

Yan Tianxing whispered to her in a low voice.

"Ok?"

Mo Shangyun doubted his head.

At a glance, Yan Tianxing's eyes met with an invisible pressure and irritability, and she paused, symbolically taking back the casual lightness between her eyes.

Yan Tianxing stared at her eyes, her pupils were deep and bottomless, hiding an elusive emotion. He said one word after another, "It is a miracle that you live like this now."

Mo Shangyun paused, feeling that his heart was sinking a little, as if something was poked, but soon, the strange emotion disappeared.

She hooked her lips, her eyebrows were stained, and she laughed as casually as ever, and the faint smile appropriately showed some flattering.

She raised her eyebrows, "Is it?"

Seeing her disguising disguise, Yan Tianxing couldn't fight.

He gritted his teeth, raised his hand to pinch Mo Shangyun's chin, and slammed down, the distance between them approaching.

Less than ten centimeters away.

The eyes of the two looked at each other, and in their dark pupils, they could almost see their respective faces, and no one could be convinced.

Half-sounding, Yan Tianxing's force to hold her chin slightly increased, with a little deliberate ridicule in his words, "Come, cry."

"roll."

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, patting his hands off angrily.

As soon as her hand loosened her chin, Yan Tianxing put it on Mo Shangjun's hair, with soft hair and a very good feel. Yan Tianxing couldn't help but rubbing her short hair, making it messy.

Mo Shangyun moved his brow slightly, trying to suppress his anger.

Normal mind.

Don't care about him.

Just be bitten by the dog...

While being hypnotized by himself, Yan Tianxing asked again: "Do you really cry?"

--rub!

Mo Shangyun couldn't bear it. His elbow was lifted up and struck Yan Tianxing's hand that touched her head. After hitting hard, a hook punched Yan Yanxing's chin!

Yan Tianxing turned his head to avoid dangerously. The fist withdrew in the air and brought up a gust of cold wind. Obviously, he spared no effort.

He was hit by that fist, and he might have dislocated his chin.

Mo Shangyun was annoyed. Lianfan launched an attack against Yan Tianxing. The move was fierce. Although he didn't get very strong, she really caught her tricks. It is estimated that she had to lie down for a few days.

Of course, both of them were sitting in chairs, and the space was so small that Yan Tianxing had no choice but to escape.

at this time--

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

Outside the door, there was a knock on the door.

Immediately followed by the voice of Mucheng, "Is the captain here?"

While Mo Shangjun's attention was shifted by the movement outside the door, Yan Tianxing seized Mo Shangjun's right fist.

"With your left hand," Yan Tian Xing Chao Mo Shangjun's uninjured left hand glanced at him and said in a thoughtful way, "Give you a punch and kill your breath."

"..."

The corner of the mouth of the ink is drawn slightly.

Damn, this posture was made like she was making trouble for no reason.

Resisting his anger, Mo Shangyun withdrew his fists, then glanced at the doorway, and made a cold voice: "Not in."

"……Oh."

Mucheng responded with regret.