Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

After half an hour.

Liang Zhiqiong was sitting on the sofa in the manager's office, and a cup of hot tea was placed on the coffee table. In such hot weather, the steam was still steaming and smoky.

Mo Shangjun sat on a single sofa on one side, tilting Erlang's legs, holding a glass of sour plum soup in his hand, drinking it slowly, with a lazy look, just like on vacation, without a sense of urgency .

and--

There are two other people in the office.

The manager sits on the office chair with a serious expression and a focused look, while the permission to stand opposite is generously talking about the project case that her internship team is responsible for. Shang Yun, Liang Zhiqiong glanced.

Mo Shangjun drank sour plum soup, and placed the cup on the coffee table before the water droplets cooled by the cup noodles slipped off.

She turned her head and looked at the college student named Licensing calmly.

Well-dressed, elegant temperament, about one meter and seven meters tall, the appearance is not amazing, but the facial features are correct, and it can be regarded as a beautiful woman. Where there is no urgency to find a solution.

It can be said that no matter what aspect it gives, it feels very good.

After a few glances, Mo Shangyun tilted his head, looking at the desperate Liang Zhiqiong, shrugging helplessly.

Comparing Liang Zhiqiong, except for the appearance and background, the other aspects of Liang Zhiqiong are the crushing of red fruit.

Even the tone of people's speech is much softer than that of Liang Zhiqiong.

"you can go now."

The question was almost gone, and the manager nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, thank you manager."

Licence nodded gently, then took out his project and went out.

As he walked, he glanced towards this side, and after nodding his eyes at the ink, he smiled and nodded gently, and then walked out the door calmly.

He paid special attention to the sound when closing the door.

Mo Shangyun raised an eyebrow.

Well, even these details, kill Liang Zhiqiong in seconds.

"Miss Liang." The manager stood up and walked over to this side. "I've seen it already. Is there anything wrong with her?"

"No."

Liang Zhiqiong replied sullenly, looking shocked.

Mo Shangyun looked up, glanced at the manager, then stood up, "Then don't disturb."

"Okay." The manager was pleased and nodded impatiently. "Then I will send you."

"no need."

Liang Zhiqiong then stood up, threw the packet up and put it on his shoulder.

The waist bar is straight, the chin is slightly raised, the head is raised and the chest is raised, the eyelid is lifted, and the look is slightly moved, which makes people feel amazing.

The manager couldn't help but froze.

I was disheartened just now, and the gas field was fully opened as soon as I stood up, which was impressive.

but--

This Miss Liang did not seem to have the legendary wayward willfulness. When he named the permit and made a trip, he still thought that the permit would be so finished. He didn't want to say nothing from beginning to end.

"Thank you today," said Manager Zhao. Liang Zhiqiong turned his head and looked at Mo Shangyun, "Let's go."

After talking, he walked out of the office on high heels.

Mo Shangjun put his hands in his trouser pockets and followed lazily behind him lazily.

Seeing Mo Shangyun walked by, the manager looked at her subconsciously, and stared at her sight suddenly, a sudden chill came from his feet, making him shudder involuntarily.

He was very guilty and began to doubt whether his impatient thoughts had been seen by her—

However, the next moment he saw that he had gone away from the ink, he even suspected that this was just an illusion.

Liang Zhiqiong and Mo Shangjun went out of the office door one after another.

These two people who were invited into the office with a very respectful attitude by the manager were undoubtedly baptized by many sights when they came out.

It's just that Liang Zhiqiong's gas field is fully open, and he walks with his head upright, without looking at people. The face of the mixed-race beauty alone is enough to make people look back with regret; Ink on Yun Yun's temperament is idle and uncomfortable, The sight was swept away, and they calmly met with a line of sight, and those people lowered their heads one after another.

——I was swept away by the sight of that kind of red fruit, feeling that the soul was seen through, and it was creepy.

The two people walked out of this building with a very strong sense of presence and in the eyes of many doubts.

"how about it?"

As soon as he walked out of the revolving door, Mo Shangyun turned his head and looked at Liang Zhiqiong with great interest.

Because Liang Zhiqiong stepped on the hate sky high, Mo Shangyun looked up at her, so he automatically pulled a certain distance away from Liang Zhiqiong.

Liang Zhiqiong took two steps to the side before approaching her.

She lowered her head and looked at the queenless atmosphere. She looked at Mo Shangyun with her eyes, and grieved: "Mo Shangyun, I feel terrible."

Mo Shangyun looked up at her, then looked down at the shoes on her feet.

"Understandable," Mo Shangyun endured a two-step distance, and then said lightly, "But I can't feel the same."

Liang Zhiqiong clutched the chain of the small bag tightly. "Can you say something nice?"

"At the very least," Mo Shangyun looked at her for a moment, and under her expectant eyes, she thought with some difficulty, "You look better than her."

"this one?"

Liang Zhiqiong was shocked that Mo Shangyun thought for a long time that such an intuitive answer came to the blow.

"On military skills, you are better than her." Mo Shangyun praised her professionally.

Liang Zhiqiong was almost skewed by her mouth.

Yes, yes, she is a soldier, and her military skills are not stronger than the license. Then can she hit the wall? !

Similarly, when it comes to working in the workplace, she is not even fart compared to permission!

"I like you better."

Patting her shoulder with the back of her hand, Mo Shangjun shrugged.

"What use do you like..." Liang Zhiqiong said half-stop, she looked at Mo Shangyun in surprise, "Really?"

"Ok."

Mo Shangjun nodded lightly.

"Then, that, what do you like about me?" Liang Zhiqiong was so nervous that he couldn't speak smoothly.

"Possibly," Mo Shangyun thought for a while and said honestly, "It's stupid."

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong paused for three seconds, thinking whether Mo Shangyun was deliberately playing her.

However, before she could think of an answer, she had been grasped by Mo Shangyun and pulled away.

"Where are you going this time?"

Liang Zhiqiong, who had not escaped from the frustration brought about by the permission, asked the ink face inexplicably.

"Shopping."

Mo Shangyun dragged her to the nearby mall.

Not far away, that is a distance of one or two kilometers.

"I'm not in the mood to go shopping." Behind Mo Shangjun, Liang Zhiqiong couldn't help it.

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun said lazily.

Liang Zhiqiong asked, "What does "oh" mean?"

Mo Shangyun replied: "I see."

Liang Zhiqiong depressed: "Then why do you want to go?"

Mo Shangyun said: "Go to the mall."

Liang Zhiqiong said in surprise: "But I am not in a mood to go shopping."

Mo Shangyun: "Oh."

Later realized that Liang Zhiqiong realized that the topic was back again: "..."

Grandma, a bear, don’t even give time to recover from a broken heart!

Liang Zhiqiong thought angrily.

Then she thought again that she had fallen in love once, but this time she was just hit by a rival.

The feeling of despair questioning yourself from head to toe.

Realize that inferiority is inferior to people.

And... there is a sense of sadness that is absolutely hopeless in this life.

*

Fifteen minutes later, Mo Shangjun led Liang Zhiqiong into the mall.

Liang Zhiqiong, who has not worn high heels for a long time, gritted his teeth to keep up, but his feet still inevitably sore.

Since entering the army, she has never touched high heels again. Today, she just dressed herself up to find a place for herself. She did not expect that she was the one who suffered in the end.

Mo Shangjun picked a shop casually and walked in.

"What clothes do you want to buy?" Liang Zhiqiong asked.

Seeing that Mo Shangyun said "like" herself, she would automatically become a good girlfriend, and accompany Mo Shangyun for a stroll.

Mo Shangyun didn't answer her at all. A clerk who was greeted was successfully frightened by Mo Shangyun's eyes.

Mo Shangyun picked up a short sleeve and a pair of denim shorts, and then threw it directly to Liang Zhiqiong.

"Change."

"I?"

Liang Zhiqiong took the two pieces of clothing and asked unclearly.

"Otherwise?" Mo Shangyun asked.

"Anything."

Liang Zhiqiong nodded hurriedly, and there was also an indulgent indulgence of Mo Shangyun in his voice.

While Liang Zhiqiong was going to change clothes, Mo Shangyun walked out of the shop door, and after a while, he took back a pair of white sneakers—not even a box.

It happened that Liang Zhiqiong changed clothes and came out.

Liang Zhiqiong, who replaced the conspicuous dress, immediately became refreshed.

Just

The high heels on the feet are very uncoordinated.

"Don."

Mo Shangyun threw the sneakers to her.

"What is this for?" Liang Zhiqiong took it in amazement.

Mo Shangyun put his hand in his trouser pocket and looked at her. "Comfortable dress is more suitable for you."