Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"I am Feng Fan."

The words are simple and clear, one word at a time, and the voice is cold and indifferent.

Also, a little deal.

Hearing the voice, Mo Shangyun, who had guessed the other party's identity by seven or eight points, was not surprised. He looked up and swept the hallway outside, and the sky was still somber.

There was no door, Mo Shangjun strode to the desk.

"I am Mo Shangyun."

Mo Shangjun sat back to his previous position, took a new notebook, and picked a signature pen in the pen.

"Can you call the shots?" the other side asked directly, completely unceremoniously.

The signature pen turned around in his hand, and Mo Shangyun told the truth: "...I can tell."

Feng Fan was silent for a while, then he reluctantly said: "Then pay attention to the discussion."

"..."

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows inexplicably.

What did Ye Qianxiao just do to make this barely agree to discuss with her?

Touching his nose, Mo Shangyun thought to give Feng Xuanhua and Ye Qianxiao face, nodded and said, "OK."

During the talk, Mo Shangyun had opened the notebook, and the pen cap flew aside.

To be honest, as far as the exercise is concerned, Feng Fan did not cope with it and was reluctant.

The two confirmed each other about non-core content.

The detailed time and location of the exercise can be discussed and determined by Mo Shangyun.

This is not a large-scale exercise. The arrangement of this exercise is mainly to test the results of these three months of training. They only need to see the results.

Therefore, the exercises can be carried out by Yan Tianxing and the person in charge of the Blue Army.

Mo Shangjun, as an instructor, knows all matters related to the training, enough to communicate the information with Feng Fan, and finally determine the basic matters.

As for the specific scale, the number of the Blues, etc., Yan Tianxing ultimately communicated with them.

After all, there will still be instructors who take the trainees to participate in the exercise. The instructors who really participate in it are not allowed to know the specific exercise plan.

Whether Mo Shangyun is involved or not, there is no accurate answer for the time being, so naturally he can only have some simple communication with Feng Fan.

After ten minutes of talking, Mo Shangjun filled a page of the notebook.

The discussion was almost over. Mo Shangyun glanced at the hands on the clock on the wall and planned to end the conversation with Feng Fan.

After 12 o'clock, I will go to the cafeteria later, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat hot meals.

Recently, due to continuous rain, the temperature has gradually decreased, and the freshly-cooked meals will soon be cold.

Putting down the pen, Mo Shangjun just wanted to make a sound, but then he heard the movement over there—

"Bang Bang--"

With a knock on the door, it quickly became a very fast-sounding voice, "Night team, team closure, you are all here."

"What's the matter?" Feng Fan asked.

"Isn't the captain going to the brigade to say that he would return to Ruan Yan? It happened that Captain Hu Yan brought Ruan Yan to the meeting and just hit him. Hearing Gu Shuang said that the scene was more tragic, and the atmosphere was fierce, and they would have to fight again , Would you like to check it out?"

"Don't go."

Ye Qianxiao and Ruan Yan answered almost in unison.

The man: "..."

Mo Shangyun touched his chin.

She basically knows about people.

If she remembers correctly, Ruan Yan and Ye Qianxiao are not a special team,

Ye Qianxiao is the captain of the Shajian women's team. Ruan Yan comes from the Flying Eagles special team that has just been established for two years. However, before the establishment of the Flying Eagles special team, Ruan Yan was a sword. Even Hu Yanyi, the captain of the Flying Eagles, was the deputy captain of the original Shajian.

The information was obtained from Yan Tianxing.

However, Mo Shangyun also learned from Ye Qianxiao that Ruan Yan was "loaned" by Captain He Jian, the captain of the Xijian Men's Team, to Hu Yanyi, the captain of the Flying Eagles Special Team. After the scale, Ruan Yan returned to the original army-Sha Jian. It seemed that Hu Yanyi was fooling and refused to pay back, so Ruan Yan stayed on.

Ruan Yan was at ease with the encounter, and the former captain and the current captain argued with each other, but he himself did not intervene at all.

I didn't think that these things were just "heard" things. After such a phone call, I suddenly got a lot of distance, a little bit realistic.

Thinking of this, the one who had taken the trouble to report before and asked again without hesitation—

"It's all burning eyebrows, do you really bother?"

"No time." Feng Fan answered simply.

"I'm busy too." Ye Qianxiao said slowly.

"Come on, this batch of recruits is coming to an end. Gu Shuang and Yi Granule will help you with everything. Didn't you plan to do more training yesterday?"

"..."

The two did not answer him tacitly.

The air suddenly fell into a strange silence.

The man was speechless for a moment, thinking that the topic was far away, so he almost persuaded, "So what, night team, Captain Helian is your only husband..."

"Um. Did you roll yourself, or should I help you?"

The voice full of threats, accompanied by the movement of paper screaming in the air, the man's voice quieted down immediately.

But, after a while, I owed a special way: "Night team, even if this group of recruits have poor grades, you can't just throw away their transcripts. The captain hasn't looked back yet, right?"

Feng Fan reminded him coolly, "Brother Lu, put away your gloating face and say something easier to convince."

The man was afraid of reason and did not find a suitable counterattack. Finally, he silently picked up the paper that Ye Qianxiao lost.

He moved closer to Feng Fan and lowered his voice, but the words came clearly through the hands-free phone--

"Feng Fan, don't you have a good relationship with Xiao Ruan, or if you go out and persuade me, I guess he's touched by his arrogant temperament, you will bow your head and serve softly, he will promise you."

Mo Shangyun touched his ear unconsciously.

Don't be rude... listen.

How do you feel, where is weird.

Leng Buding gave birth to a heart of gossip, Mo Shangyun wanted to continue listening without a word, and some more violent and **** movements came from the phone.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.

It seems that there is no way to "steal" to listen.

Mo Shangyun sighed slightly.

The pen was thrown back into the pen holder by her, and then she closed the notebook.

At this time, I saw a shadow swaying at the door, Mo Shangyun looked up subconsciously, and suddenly saw Yan Tianxing appearing at the door.

Mo Shangyun had a meal, just thinking about talking to him about this phone call, but at this time, the phone was quiet over there, and then the sound of Feng Fan was followed--

"Any other questions?"

Upon hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun was silent, and his eyelids were lifted, and it turned out to have a lethal look on Yan Tianxing.

Mo Shangyun touched his nose, and then said: "Our instructor Yan is back."

"Oh, I have time to talk."

With a click, the phone was hung up.

This time, it was Mo Shangjun's office, and it fell into a relatively strange silence.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and looked straight at Yan Tianxing's eyes, his face calm.

"Fever back?" Yan Tianxing walked across the road and asked.

Mo Shangyun, who wanted to tell him about the phone, suddenly froze when he heard such a question.

Then she nodded, "Uh."

"Lunch first."

Yan Tianxing raised his hand and put the packed lunch back on the table.

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun stretched out his hand and took the lunch without hesitation.

Open the bag, take out the food one by one, and then open the lunch box, two dishes and one soup, one soup alone, and a hot rice.

When she took out her lunch box, Yan Tianxing tidied up her desk and made most of it for her.

"Shajian's call to discuss drill matters."

Before eating, Mo Shangyun picked up the notebook he had just used and threw it to Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing raised his hand and took it in the air.

He lowered his eyes and swept the ink on his eyes, then opened the notebook and glanced at the record she had just made.

During the exercise, I received a notice in advance from Captain He Jian, the leader of Shajian, that he would find a person in charge to communicate with him.

Unexpectedly, it was Mo Shangyun who answered the phone.

However, Mo Shangjun did a perfect job, discussing with the other party in the thinking of the chief instructor, highlighting the notes, and the final results are the best of all the options.

"Who discussed it with you?" Yan Tianxing roughly finished and asked Zhao Shangyun.

"Fengfan."

Mo Shangyun bowed his head to eat, and answered unabashedly.

Yan Tianxing wrinkled his eyebrows and took a little effort to hold the notebook.

Fengfan?

It's him again...

Looking down, looking at Mo Shangyun who was buried in a meal, Yan Tianxing asked again: "How was the discussion?"

"very good."

Mo Shangjun responded without giving him a look.

Yan Tianxing's face was slightly gloomy. When the notebook was released, two hands were supported on the desk desktop.

"My instructor, look at me." Leaning down, Yan Tianxing approached Mo Shangjun and said slowly, at the moment Mo Shangjun raised his eyes, he met Mo Shangyun's inexplicable eyes, and then, The words repeated, "How are you discussing?"