Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"It looks good." Yan Tianxing laughed lightly, seemingly ridiculous, but mixed with the meaning of being decisive.

The ambiguous voice drifted to my ears, and the ink was chopped up, almost not choked by chocolate.

After a while, the corners of the ink on Jun Yun's mouth were slightly drawn, and he raised his hand to take the cup on the table and took a slow sip.

This is not swallowed.

"Honestly, how many suggestions can be made after the meeting?"

Stretching out two hands, grasping the brim, Mo Shangjun forced it to Banzheng.

You must ensure your military appearance and appearance, so as not to be caught by others.

Yan Tian Xing smiled lightly and saw her change the subject, trying to cover up the trace of ambiguity and embarrassment, and also let her go in coordination.

"It depends on your performance."

Standing straight, Yan Tianxing said unhurriedly.

"Huh?" Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes slightly. The moment he looked up, a cold flash of light flashed through his eyes. "Sit on the hill to watch the tiger?"

"Why," Yan Tianxing smiled more intensely, "Do you want to cooperate?"

"depend on mood."

Clapping his hands, Mo Shangyun stood up.

I glanced at the cup on the table and thought about it on the ink, so as not to waste it, I picked it up and said, "Go away first."

"The information is not ready yet?" Yan Tianxing squinted at her.

Although Mo Shangyun looked at Diao Erlang as usual, she was still dedicated to work.

All along, Mo Shangyun knows to find shortcuts in his work, and to complete more tasks in the least amount of time.

In other words, it is very efficient.

Xiao Chuyun may prepare uneven data, but with Mo Shangyun, this kind of thing can never happen.

"It's almost the same," Mo Shangjun said, and then wandered around the desk, adding, "While the latest regulations haven't been implemented, call someone first."

Having finished speaking, I walked in front of my desk and walked out of the office door in a blink of an eye.

Who do you call?

Yan Tianxing frowned slightly.

*

Mo Shangyun returned to the office.

Duan Zimu is also working overtime to sort out shooting performance and information.

Mo Shangyun estimated that Duan Zimu didn't really finish finishing, but he didn't want to be picked out to find fault, so he spent more time to make more preparations.

Glancing towards Duan Zimu, Mo Shangyun came to his desk.

"I remember you asked to pay attention to 266, Shen Qianqian."

As soon as he sat down, Mo Shangyun heard Duan Zimu's voice.

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun nodded slightly.

This is the case.

But even if Duan Zimu paid attention...

Mo Shangyun has seen the shooting results, and Shen Qianqian's performance has not improved.

"She has a mental disorder." Duan Zimu looked at the screen and wrote lightly.

Mo Junyun said, "Afraid of guns?"

"Almost." Duan Zimu said.

"You only find out now?" Mo Shangyun frowned.

The training has passed one third, and the students have psychological obstacles to shooting. As a shooting instructor, Duan Zimu, did not even know?

Mo Shangyun inadvertently swept the two bars on his shoulders.

If it is one level lower...

Mo Shangyun silently withdrew this somewhat naive thought.

Hearing Mo Shangyun's disgusting tone, Duan Zimu turned his head to look at her helplessly, just wanted to say "Shen Qianqian's performance is not obvious", but to the mouth, there was still no voice.

Explaining this time is tantamount to making excuses for yourself.

Still don't continue to reduce your impression value.

"Attention next time."

Duan Zimu put on a more serious tone.

"better."

At this time, Mo Shangyun had already pulled out his mobile phone to dial the phone, and returned to Duan Zimu in a perfunctory manner.

However, even if it is "perfunctory", it has the feeling of being taught by the leader.

Duan Zimu: "..."

He couldn't figure it out. How could a person like Mo Shangyun have a tongue and a flat tongue... How did he feel?

Duan Zimu, with suspicion of self, continued to sort out the previous materials.

Mo Shangyun stood up and walked to the window. While opening the window, he made a phone call to Lang Yan.

It is nothing more than to inquire about Erlian's performance since this month, and by the way, click on the performance of Lang Yan.

Lang Yan was honest, and rarely saw his deputy company commander call back, so he told Mo Shangyun about the situation of the second company and the entire reconnaissance battalion.

This is almost half an hour.

A big basket of big things and small things, what two consecutive companies have made enemies with one and three consecutive companies, and what kind of training has been fighting. Small conflicts continue, and even a few words can make a fight.

However, the impact is not great. Anyway, after the fight and the ideological work, I am still a comrade.

Mo Shangyun listened and thought, they thought they were still on the PK side. Group A and Group B had no conflicts in private. The soldiers on the reconnaissance camp had been together for so long. Ridiculous.

The intensity of training on time is too small, too busy to panic.

So, taking advantage of not going to check the housekeeping, I was very idle, and Mo Shangyun gave Lang Yan several damages.

"Oh," Lang Yan heard, and laughed over the phone, spared no effort to damage her, "Mo Fulian, is your heart still black as always?"

"Company Commander," Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes. "If we say this, we will hurt our revolutionary friendship."

"puff--"

Opposite the phone, Lang Yan sprayed the instructor's face with water.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

Mr. Long wanted to grow up and walked out.

*

To say something nice, (*/ω╲*) continue to love me and praise me, maybe I will squeeze more.