Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

After putting the analyzed draft paper in the shredder and confirming that there is no residue, Mo Shangyun turned off the study light and returned to the side to rest.

In fact, she didn't take much rest, and the complicated clues in her brain made her a little insomnia.

the next day.

Being half crippled, Mo Shangyun was not lazy. He got up on time at 5:30, packed his lower side, and then put on the short-sleeved trousers that he washed and dried yesterday and went out.

Yan Tianxing didn't seem to want to see her, and rarely saw him not out of the bedroom at seven.

Mo Shangjun put the breakfast on the dining table, as a gratitude after staying here for one night, and then after receiving the call from the uncle, he went directly downstairs.

She didn't send a message to Yan Tianxing until she got on the bus.

However, Yan Tianxing did not respond.

"Why do you carry a wound every time you see you?"

In the driving position, a young and handsome man looked at Mo Shangyun in the lower back seat and asked with some amusement.

Mo Linzhu, 32 years old, is nearly 20 years younger than his elder brother Mo Cang.

Now I am in business, starting my own business, young and promising, but still single.

After careful calculation, Mo Shangjun last saw him in July, three years ago, she was injured and hospitalized, and Mo Linzhu was responsible for arranging her various affairs.

Mo Shangyun was a bit embarrassed and defended: "This time it is not'one body'."

"Is it necessary to break a hand to be considered'one body'?" Mo Linzhu quipped as he started the car.

"..."

Mo Shangyun really can't take this.

"Your friend lives here?"

During the talk, Mo Linzhu had driven the car out of the water and clouds.

"Ok."

"Male and female?" Mo Linzhu continued to ask, "Why didn't you send you so lame downstairs?"

"..."

It can never be said that it was made by yourself, and Mo Shangyun remained silent again.

Knowing Mo Shangyun's never-lost temperament, she is not interested in speaking right now, not far from what she looked like three years ago. Mo Linzhu couldn't help laughing: "Are you dead this time?"

Mo Shangyun suddenly looked up, and after a moment's stun, he shook his head and said, "No."

"What do you do without you crying?"

After thinking about it, Mo Shangyun simply sighed, "I'm in love."

This unprecedented reply actually scared Mo Linzhu, who had been through battles, and immediately slammed on the brakes.

Mo Shangyun sat diagonally in the back seat, put a broken leg on the other two seats, and even did not buckle the seat belt. This sudden brake almost didn't let her fall directly. Fortunately, the skill was still agile and grasping. The backrest of the driver's seat is stable.

Just wanting to complain, Mo Linzhu turned to see a ghost, "What are you talking about?"

"I am in love."

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, repeating them extremely cheerfully.

She lifted the brim upward, revealing a pretense sad look.

This half-truth-like appearance made Mo Linzhu really difficult to determine, so he also looked at Mo Shangyun comfortably, "It's okay, uncle invites you to dinner at noon."

"Aren't you going to work?" Mo Shangyun asked.

"The boss said the company is on holiday."

"..."

Mo Shangyun silently glanced at Mo Linzhu who is the boss.

As a boss, I'm so embarrassed...

Since his childhood, he was said to have a temperament following the ink of this young uncle, but at this moment, he was speechless to Mo Linzhu, who was so hung up.

Sitting back steadily, Mo Linzhu continued to drive, and at the same time said: "Your mother called me last night and said that I would play with you for a few days and wait for your dad to come back."

"……it's not good?"

Mo Shangyun meant a little resistance.

"Are you afraid to trouble your uncle, or worry about not being able to rest and recuperate, or maybe I am an elderly person who can't get into your eyes?"

Mo Shangyun touched his nose.

Having said this, she was really embarrassed to find another reason.

*

Mo Shangyun spent four days in the capital.

Mo Linzhu played with her for two days, but no matter what she did, she was extremely intimate. At least when she listened to the song, she would only find other things to divert her attention and would not be angry with her.

However, Mo Shangyun was also quite absent-minded.

On the afternoon of the third day, when Mo Cang came back, he rarely took a moment to call Mo Shangyun and said he would meet at home.

Therefore, Mo Linzhu sent her home before dark.

"Your dad is in the study." Mo Linzhu sent her to the door of the house, but didn't mean to enter the door. She raised her hand and patted her head. "Your mother told me not to quarrel, otherwise she would have to come back to clean up the mess."

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun pressed the brim,

Mo Linzhu looked at her black baseball cap with a smile, "Take off the cap."

"..."

Thinking about it, Mo Shangyun raised his hand to grab the brim and took off the hat.

Mo Linzhu handed her a look at her, meaning "good luck", and then said goodbye to leave.

His car stopped at the door, just a few steps away, and got on in the blink of an eye.

Mo Shangyun turned around, opened the door with a password, and walked in.

This is a small villa on the third floor and the study is on the second floor.

Qingche Shulu was on the second floor, and Mo Shangyun found the door of the study.

The door was not closed tightly, there was a small gap, Mo Shangyun just wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door, heard footsteps heard inside the door, her knock on the door paused, and soon the door was opened by the people inside.

It was not Mo Cang, but a young man in military uniform and carrying two bars and two stars on his shoulders. In his early thirties, the other party gave her a surprised look, then nodded at her.

Mo Shangyun nodded slightly.

The young man walked out of the study. Before leaving, he also looked at Mo Shangyun in surprise.

Mo Shangyun didn't care, just pushed in.

As soon as the door opened, I saw a straight figure standing by the bookshelf, dressed in an army uniform, with some prominent Venus on his shoulders, clearly in his early fifties, sitting in the office all the year round, but still showing no signs of happiness for normal middle-aged people. , Meticulous, and never affected the image of soldiers. But this profile, at first glance, looks like a young man in his thirties.

can--

What Mo Shangyun cared about was that the two stars on Mo Cang's shoulders were wrapped in olive branches.

"Congratulations."

Mo Shangyun's gaze fixed on his shoulder badge.

Putting the folder away, Mo Cang, who knew she had come back, turned around, and she heard these two people. He noticed Mo Shangjun's sight before he realized what she meant.

Soon, Mo Shangyun appropriately looked away and looked at Jun Lang's face, which was similar to Mo Shangshuang.

A wicked couple, over fifty years old, still looks like a thirty-year-old, and the years always show mercy to them.

"What's the matter with me?" Mo Cang looked at her and turned to the desk.

"Black Hawk."

Without moving, Mo Shangyun stared closely at his figure, spitting out two words at a time.

Hearing the sound, Mo Cang's footsteps came to a halt.

Turning around, Mo Cang stared at her, her voice chilled, "Besides, say something else."

"The people of Black Hawk came to me." Mo Shangyun continued, "I didn't intervene, they came to the door."

Looking at Mo Shangjun's injured foot, Mo Cang asked in a cold voice, "What are they doing to you?"

"I want to know too." Mo Shangyun shrugged.

Because of her ignorance of identity, she didn't tell Mo Cang about it. However, at that time she was hospitalized for a long time, and Mo Cang did not find anyone to ask her, but the simplest investigation.

Up to now, Mo Cang does not necessarily know.

After wrying his eyebrows, Mo Cang stared at her for a few moments, and then went to the desk, "Come."

Mo Shangyun gave a slight pause, then walked past with a cane.

Mo Cang walked to the desk, but instead of sitting down on the chair beside him, he pulled open a drawer on the right and took out a file bag.

——It is not a regular file bag, there is no sticker anyway, but a very common file bag, the kind that can be opened at will.

Mo Cang took two photos from it and placed them on the side table.

Mo Shangyun, who was approaching at this time, glanced down at the two photos, and immediately frowned--

The two photos are a man and a woman.

The man, clearly the man, a black trench coat with a collar upright and mysterious.

Female, she doesn’t know, young and beautiful, exquisite figure, black leather pants, cold temperament.

"This is information."

Mo Cang pulled out two pieces of paper and placed it next to it, allowing Mo Shangjun to see it for himself.

Mo Shangyun closed his eyebrows tightly, staring at the two pieces of paper, and finally picked it up.

Black-hawk, known as B in the mercenary world. H. The newly established mercenary corps five years ago participated in several relatively large international events, and gradually became famous.

Two leaders, one male and one female, the male code is H and the female code is B.

Beginning half a year ago, the leader H was active in Dong Guoan City, and his purpose is still unknown.

The second one is a detailed report on the Black Hawk "hostage hijacking incident" in Xiaoling three years ago, and is also familiar to Mo Shangyun.

It was discovered that the person on the bus was hijacked due to smuggling. On the way to the hijacking, several veteran special soldiers broke through the rear and negotiated afterwards-in the end, the hostages were rescued, but several veteran special soldiers were buried. In a pre-planned explosion.

When she saw the first piece of paper, Mo Shangyun could understand why she saw that figure in the explosion three years ago.

But, surprisingly--

She is calm.

It's been three years, and I've made the worst plan, but that's not the case.

It can be said that she was fully psychologically prepared in advance to wait for such a news.

Even if it was in the living room of Yan Tianxing's family last night, she calculated it with scratch paper, and she got such an answer.

Mo Shangjun calmly put the paper down.

Even she herself was surprised by the calm at the moment, so calm that there was no fluctuation in her heart.

"Next, talk about your business."

Mo Cang pulled out a chair, sat down, and calmly walked toward Mo.

Mo Shangyun glanced at him, and then under his instructions, he also sat down and sat face to face with Mo Cang.

Her story can only be told by Mo Cang.

At the very least, now—

Only Mocang.