Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"Team Yan?"

Lu Yang looked at the man who appeared in the ward and was at a loss.

This voice didn't make Mo Shangyun look back, but made Xiao Yi dumbfounded, staring at the'Yan Team' in the landing Yangkou.

It was a man older than them, but definitely not a few years old. He did not wear military uniforms, but casual casual clothes. The chill in his body made him shudder, and even he just looked at the person's appearance and quickly Avoid sight.

Xu was inadvertently swept by the man's eyes, he only felt that Cen Cen was cold all over, and even felt stiff and weak.

"Ok."

Yan Tian Xing Chao Lu Yang glanced at his eyes and responded lightly.

However, it did not mean to stay for a long time, and did not even talk to Lu Yang.

Under Lu Yang's watch, he went out without a word.

Lu Yang watched him leave with reverence and respect in his eyes.

Waiting for Yan Tianxing's figure to disappear completely, Lu Yang slowly withdrew his eyes.

Xiao Yi recovered from the powerful sense of oppression and shook uncomfortably, then remembered his comrade Lu Yang, "Who is he?"

"Military." Lu Yang replied, paused, and felt that these two words were not enough to summarize, so he added, "True soldier."

"what?"

Xiao Yi blinked, not understanding Lu Yang's meaning.

"It's very powerful..." Lu Yang looked at him and suddenly changed his mouth. "The kind in your mind."

"You frogmen too?" Xiao Yi asked in surprise.

"No, he is from the army." Lu Yang did not elaborate on Yan Tianxing's identity.

Yan Tianxing's existence is inherently confidential.

"Oh……"

Seeing that Lu Yang had a hidden meaning, Xiao Yiming nodded clearly, without asking much.

Xiao Yi pushed Lu Yang into the ward, and then asked, "Isn't he coming to see you?"

"Well."

Lu Yang nodded.

Afterwards, the two of them looked at the ink and looked up at the ink.

The day Mo Shangyun moved over, he did not see Yan Tianxing.

In these two days, he did not see Yan Tianxing.

Since he thinks of his role, Yan Tianxing can already know him very well. Naturally, it is impossible for Yan Tianxing to see him in person. However, Yan Tianxing appeared in this ward, not to see him, but only...

Mo Shangjun took out a new pair of chopsticks from the drawer and prepared to eat.

After such a delay, the food is already cold, and now I can’t eat the hot sick rice, and I just don’t eat it. Obviously, I am the one who suffers. Mo Shangyun can only rejoice that this is summer. It doesn’t matter if you eat cold. .

"Mr. Mo." Lu Yang called her.

"Huh?" Mo Shangyun responded faintly without affecting her eating movements.

After hesitating, Lu Yang asked, "Is Team Yan coming to see you?"

"Maybe."

Mo Shangyun absently answered.

Even if every question was answered, both of them felt that Mo Shangyun didn't want to mention Yan Tianxing very much. They were also people who knew each other and looked at each other, and they didn't say anything.

It was already dark, and Xiao Yi did not stay for a long time. He made an appointment to visit Lu Yang next time, and then said goodbye to Lu Yang and left.

The ward fell silent again.

Lu Yang sat in a wheelchair and took a look at the "Blob of Blood" exchanged by Mo Shangjun. After eating a few bites of food slowly, Mo Shangjun had no appetite to continue eating, so he collected the garbage.

She took out the charged cell phone.

""A Drop of Blood" is well written."

Clicking on the address book, Mo Shangyun made a sudden voice, and his cold voice seemed very beautiful on this quiet night.

Lu Yang raised his head when he heard the sound, looked at Mo Shangyun curiously, and paused, only to remember that the book in his hand was called "A Drop of Blood."

After reading two pages of Lu Yang, it is difficult to comment on this work. I can only nod my thanks to Mo Shangyun, "Thank you."

Mo Shangyun has already clicked on a number.

Instead of making a phone call, I clicked on the text message, wrote a paragraph, and then sent the cover of the "drop of blood" I just shot.

Although she is always helpless to herself, there are not many things she can do.

As Yan Tianxing said, she pretended that she was living the same as before, told herself nothing had happened, and calmly looked at the knife on her foot, everyone said that it was her own injury, and she was thinking that this could be I hurt myself.

As always, she talks and laughs with others, facing the end of the training camp, and the two reconnaissance companies she has been in, and when Mu Qixuan called to tease her, she could easily deal with...

In front of anyone, nothing she could pretend to happen.

However, all this is nothing but self-deception.

Of course, it is better to say that it is powerless than to deceive oneself.

She has a certain background and connections, an eye-catching resume and military skills, and a rank that is rare at this age. She has individual combat skills that ordinary scouts and even special forces cannot match. She can be called "wherever she is." "Excellent", but no matter how good she is, she has no way of knowing that person's relationship with Black Hawk. She has no way of knowing the purpose of Black Hawk in Ancheng, nor how she organizes Black Hawk...

She knows **** people, but she hasn't killed anyone yet.

She has hatred and wants to kill, but she doesn't even know who to kill.

No matter how good or strong it is, it can't organize the actions of a group of people in the dark and invisible, and it can't get the news from the population who is in the name of "for you" and does not want to disclose any news.

Because she is powerless, she simply forgets that disturbing others is not an appropriate choice. No one has the obligation to accompany her to bear any pressure and danger.

but--

She is simply powerless about her own affairs.

This does not mean that she cannot do anything else.

The message she sent was quickly answered-

——『Mo girl, you come here to join in the fun? Yes, we will consider the book you recommend. 』

Mu Qixuan said that the Navy wanted to make a military drama and was worried that there was no good script.

Exactly, she saw a pretty good story.

Exactly, she also has acquaintances over there.

Thank you for listening to information on ink.

Then she found Wu Jiu's phone and dialed it.

"Mo girl?"

"Uncle Wu."

The two greeted each other.

Wu Jiu touched on Mo Shangyun's temperament and said straightly: "If you have nothing to go to the Three Treasure Halls, what's the matter?"

"The training is over, I want to recommend you a person."

Wu Jiu once accompanied Feng Xuanhua to inspect the training camp. Later, Mo Shangjun learned that Wu Jiu was also one of the responsible persons, and their direct leadership was good for this training camp, and the new special forces at the end of the year. All have a certain say.

"A good seedling who was eliminated early in the training?" Wu Jiu asked.

"Something went wrong. I didn't participate in the training." Mo Shangyun said, adding, "We are connected."

"OK, you say."

Wu Jiu did not think, and promised to be extremely refreshing.

"Well," Mo Shangyun hesitated, "My dad greeted you?"

"Your girl, where do you want to go? Does your dad look like this kind of idle person who has nothing to do? Even if he is, your Uncle Wu will be walked through the back door?" Wu Jiu said angrily, paused. Then he said, "Uncle Wu looked at you when you grew up, and I believe you will not stuff anyone here."

Mo Shangyun smiled rarely, "Thank you Uncle Wu."

She knew that with her age and seniority, it would be difficult to convince older people. Many relationships are due to the mentor and her dad, but often there will be such a group of people. The acquaintance is to see the mentor and her dad's face. Familiarity really depends on personal connections.

Mo Shangyun chatted with this uncle for a long time. When hanging up the phone, Wu Jiu also mentioned her recommended Gu Rong-the person she recommended, the opportunity will definitely be given, but if you can survive, you can only watch him Yourself.

Of course, Mo Shangyun knew that there was no objection.

Hang up the phone, Mo Shangyun look at the time, it is already eight o'clock in the evening.

Without letting her idle, the WeChat message began to ring again, it was Si Sheng's.

——『Tofu Xishi: Listen to Master, are you disabled? 』

Mo Shangjun looked at such a line, and after watching it for half a minute, he replied with grief and indignation.

——『Mo: Sorry, let you down. 』

——『Tofu Xishi: It’s okay. 』

--"ink:……"

——『Mo: Come back? 』

——『Tofu Xishi: No. 』

——『Tofu Xishi: Which hospital do you live in? 』

After hesitating, Mo Shangjun sent Si Sheng the name of the military hospital.

Get a reply soon.

——『Tofu Xishi: A friend named Anyi is going to see his friend in this hospital, and by the way, he will send the sick number meal... Would you like a copy? 』

Mo Shangyun thought of Yan Tianxing's sullen face when he left, thinking that he might have missed the next three meals a day, so he didn't think much and gave Si Sheng a "line".

——『Tofu Xishi: Your leg... Was it really an accident, or did you run into a black eagle? 』

——『Ink: Confidentiality. 』

——『Tofu Xishi: Got it. 』

Seeing these three simple words, Mo Shangjun ticked his lips and did not reply.

The two said nothing.