Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

They are sad, they are stubborn, they are silent, as if as long as they agreed not to say a word, Mo Shangyun is still their instructor, and everything that once was unchanged.

Mo Shangyun still came to ridicule them from time to time, but actually helped them correct their mistakes one by one;

Mo Shangyun will still stand in front of them with a gesture of hanging child Lang and tell them about the excellence of Group A;

Mo Shangyun will still take them to the match with Group A, and then win in the most despicable and shameless way...

After a long time, they remained silent.

Mo Shangyun saw their perseverance and stubbornness, and in some inadvertently, his eyes flashed slightly, seeming to be sad.

But this is only a moment.

No one caught her at this moment, and no one knew what kind of emotion she was at this moment.

Whether... is also unwilling.

Then, they saw Mo Shangyun smiled, the corners of their mouths gently evoked a subtle curvature, and their brows lightened.

She smiled, "As soon as I left, nobody listened to me?"

As always the arrogant voice, but less intensity than before.

However, it is such a sentence that almost everyone is convinced that this matter is irreversible.

No matter how reluctant or persistent they are, Mo Shangyun will still go.

"Report! I heard!"

19 people, shouting at the sky, shouted the majestic momentum of more than a hundred people.

Some people have tears in their eyes, some have a firm look, and some have a blank expression.

With a deep glance at them, Mo Shangyun leaned over, and without the hang-up of the hanger Lang, she looked at Zhong Tianhao seriously and said, "Instructor Zhong, it's yours."

Zhong Tianhao looked back at her, he didn't know what Mo Shangyun thought.

He only knew that at this time, he could only nod.

"Ok."

He responded.

Mo Shangyun waved his hand away.

All the students in front stared at her back and left.

It didn't take long for Zhong Tianhao to turn around and glance at Mo Shangyun.

She walked a distance.

Putting one hand in the trouser pocket, not like the soldier's posture, let people know at a glance that she is.

Zhong Tianhao suddenly felt that now Mo Shangyun, suddenly looked pleasing to the eye.

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Mo Shangyun went to the operating room of the cooking class and got two buns.

As always, resolve on the road.

When we return to the office building, half an hour before the morning training.

When she walked to the door of the office, she couldn't help but stop.

He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the wall on the left, full of A4 paper.

Except for the initial printed words, all the writing on the following paper was written by her with a signature pen.

The earliest students left had very few handwritings on the paper, but those left behind were densely handwritten.

She squinted, her expression a little trance.

It seems that she is serious...

"Where is the pestle as a wandering stone?"

Leng Buding laughed aloud and came from behind.

Duan Zimu.

Mo Shangyun didn't return, and went straight into the office with his legs raised.

However, when passing Duan Zimu's desk, her pace stopped in time.

"Brother Duan?"

She tilted her head, looked at the door, and raised a small smile on her lips.

Duan Zimu who just wanted to enter the door heard the sound and looked up at her.

This moment, could not help but stunned.

The sun was rising, and light came diagonally from behind, leaping over his shoulder and falling onto Mo Shangjun's face.

The soft and bright light just happened to shine on her small face with a big slap. The light was very warm, so warm that it made Mo Shangjun's playful expression have a different taste.

He saw her laughing, her eyebrows smirking, and the cautious movements were extremely familiar, but unbelievably stunning.

Duan Zimu looked at her, he didn't know what he was looking at, he only knew it was miserable, and Mo Shangyun successfully conquered him with this face.

Thoroughly, straight forward, the line of defense collapsed.

"how?"

For a long time, Duan Zimu walked into the door, and there was a flicker in his voice that he could obviously feel.

"This wall..." Mo Shangjun pointed to the wall on the right hand side, "Help clean up."

"it is good."

Duan Zimu nodded almost subconsciously.

Mo Shangyun was stunned, surprised by Duan Zimu's refreshment.

She still wants to pay something...

"Wait," Duan Zi Mu's throat knot slipped, and his mind came to awake, and asked her a bit strangely, "Is this all useless?"

"useless."

Mo Shangyun shrugged and turned towards his desk.

She is now the same as Duan Zimu, only responsible for part of the project.

Duan Zimu is a shooting instructor, she is a fighting instructor.

How relaxed she can be in peacetime, how relaxed she can be.

However, when they reached Yan Tianxing, they were both a brick, and they had to move where they needed.

Duan Zimu looked at her, turned his back, and reached out to touch his chest.

Jump... faster than expected.

After tangling for half a minute, Duanzi Mucai appointed to help her tear the paper off.

He would feel happy to help her do such a thing?

happy? !

He was afraid of being crazy.

then--

While nagging about his crazy Duan Mu, he happily helped the ink on the paper, and in the middle seemed to accidentally pour a glass of water on the ink.

Mo Shangjun looked at the water on the table and gave Duan Zimu a strange look.

How does she feel-

Duan Zimu is a little bit wrong?

Could it be that something good happened?