Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The morning warm-up was very enjoyable for Mo Shangyun.

I stooped in the office for a week, and I felt that my bones had grown up. After some exercise, I finally felt a lot easier.

With a good mood, she supervised the scouts for a while and then went to the cooking class with ease.

—— Yan Tianxing's repeated emphasis is still useful.

At the very least, now, she not only eats two buns to cope with her stomach in the morning, but adds a bowl of porridge, an egg, and if you go early, she can also get Erlian's most popular fritters.

This morning, Mo Shangjun ate two hot buns, a bowl of porridge, and an egg. Later, he saw that there was milk supply in the cafeteria and drank another glass of milk.

For her, it is simply luxurious.

Mo Shangyun returned to the office with satisfaction, feeling that the sleeplessness caused by the insomnia of Yan Tianxing was swept away last night.

Normally, the plan to go to the shower after morning exercises was canceled. Mo Shangyun glanced at the time and came to Lang Yan's desk and picked up the landline phone.

She took out a note that wrote down her phone number last night.

Armed through, although the training uniform is claimed to be waterproof, it is actually not very useful. The paper has been wet for a long time, and the handwriting is blurred. The phone.

She has read it many times over and over, and she has already remembered it for a long time, and soon pressed down a series of numbers.

The bell rang three times and was connected.

"Hello."

There was a male voice over the phone, the voice was very nice, with a gentle taste.

Not Yan Hanyu.

Mo Shangyun froze for a while, and then returned two words, "Hello."

"Are you?" the other party asked.

Mo Shangjun said from his door, "I am the deputy company commander of the Second Company Reconnaissance Battalion of the 202 Regiment of the 21st Army of the Xilan Military Region, Mo Shangjun."

"It's a bit familiar." There was a low laugh over the phone, and the voice was soft and refreshing. "Who are you looking for?"

After thinking about it, Mo Shangyun said: "Yan Tianxing."

"Wait," there seemed a little surprised, and then seemed to be surely asking, "Who are you looking for?"

Mo Shangyun was a little inexplicable, but he repeated the name.

There was a pause there, and he asked with a low smile: "Can you take the liberty to ask, what do you have to do with him?"

"friend."

Mo Shangyun replied briefly, only feeling strange in his heart.

The phone is not wrong-the other party seems to know Yan Tianxing.

But how does this attitude feel strange?

"Oh..." There was a thoughtful response from there.

Lingering.

Mo Shangyun is ready to cut off the phone.

However, before I could take the microphone away, I heard the other party's voice, "I think of you, Mo Shangyun, gave Ruan Yan to us with a game."

"..."

Mo Shangyun didn't speak.

It seems that Ruan Yan's popularity is indeed very high.

With such a layer of relationships, the other party's attitude seemed to be a lot closer, and instead of testing Mo Shangjun's identity, he answered her directly—

"Yan team is away, a little busy recently."

Mo Shangyun directly asked: "Is there any danger?"

After a pause, the other party replied: "Relax, no."

"When are you coming back?"

"One or two more days." The humane, "I let him contact you as soon as possible."

Brows moved slightly, Mo Shangyun said: "Thank you."

"My name is Bu Yirong." The other party introduced himself again.

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun responded uninterestingly.

Obviously, she heard the coldness in her voice, and she didn't mind even if she didn't care. She smirked and hung up the phone smoothly.

Mo Shangyun also hung up the phone.

Knowing that Yan Tianxing was fine, Mo Shangyun was no longer worried, stretched out, and returned to the dormitory to take a shower.

When she changed clothes and came back, she suddenly saw Lang Yan sitting at the desk.

Subconsciously thinking of what happened during morning exercise, Mo Shangyun's eyelids jumped.

"Mo Fulian, you came just right." Lang Yan beckoned to Mo Shangyun, while the other hand was still typing on the keyboard.

The look is as usual.

Mo Shangyun walked past calmly.

Waiting for her to come closer and pause for several seconds, Lang Yan stopped the keyboard knocking, then looked up at Mo Shangjun.

"I have to hurry up and report to the group meeting in the afternoon. Can you help bring the recruit company?" Lang Yan asked with earnest eyes.

"Isn't there a platoon leader?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.

"Li Liang, they can, but," Lang Yan gave a slight pause, then said, "Since you have shown your skills twice, they are very much looking forward to seeing you before the next company. Today, there is nothing wrong with Lien, much The deputy company commander Mo can help such a small favor?"

At the end, Lang Yan's face was more flattered.

"Okay."

Mo Shangyun shrugged and agreed very readily.

Lang Yan froze for a moment, surprised at how simple she was.

"What do I need to do?" Mo Shangyun asked.

Looking down at the watch, it was almost nine o'clock.

Lang Yan thought about it, handed in today's training program, and then explained to Mo Shangyun: "Go and watch, and just educate by the way."

"it is good."

Mo Shangjun held the training plan, waved his hand, and left.

Lang Yan looked at Mo Shangyun inexplicably.

Sure enough... very reliable.