Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The moment the eyes of the four met, the air in this world seemed to be frozen, and a coldness was spreading rapidly. ++

Feeling a weird atmosphere, Mo Shangyun paused, glanced at Yan Tianxing, and at Duanzimu, and suddenly understood what was happening.

"Yo, just finished talking?"

Mo Shangyun's tone was relaxed, and he greeted Yan Tianxing and Xiao Chuyun.

Xiao Chuyun did not speak, and consciously stood behind Yan Tianxing.

"Ok."

A moment later, Yan Tianxing responded coldly.

"Go to dinner early, we'll go up first."

Mo Shangjun kindly reminded me that he didn't stay much and went straight up the stairs.

Duanzi Mu smiled and nodded towards Yan Tianxing and Xiao Chuyun, followed closely by the pace of Mo Shangyun.

As soon as the two left, Yan Tianxing's face instantly pulled down, and the air around him instantly froze.

we.

It only took a few days for me to start ‘men’.

It’s so easy to get acquainted with people, and I’m not afraid of being sold.

"Captain, I'm going to find Yu Qiu."

Seeing this, Xiao Chuyun stepped back two steps and said to Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing turned sideways and glanced at him. Without a word, he walked out of the office building directly.

Xiao Chuyun looked at Yan Tianxing's back.

Did not dare to think too much.

*

Mo Shangjun and Duan Zimu returned to the office.

Ji Ruonan didn't come back, and only two of them were in the office, but Mo Shangyun was thinking about his work. Duan Zimu looked at her without disturbing her.

It's about training. The two occasionally chat a few words.

In the evening, it's nine o'clock.

Mo Shangjun sorted out the information of all the students in Group B.

Fifty people went through it from beginning to end without rest in the middle. When they were all done, their eyes were sore.

The man fell back and leaned on the back of the chair, Mo Shangyun closed his eyes.

"Drop eye drops."

Duan Zimu's voice came from his ear.

Something was put on the table.

Mo Shangyun opened his eyes, and suddenly saw a bottle of unopened eye drops placed on the table. With his head tilted, he saw Duan Zimu sitting back.

"Thanks."

You're welcome, Mo Shangyun sat up, picked up the eye drops, unscrewed, and dropped a few drops into his eyes.

The eye drops are slightly cool, but it also successfully relieves the dryness and soreness of the eyes.

Duan Zimu got up again, poured her a cup of hot water, put it on her table, looked down at Mo Shangyun, who raised her eyebrows, and smiled and asked, "Did you not rest last night?"

Mo Shangyun paused, put his hand down, and gave him a casual glance.

"You can't see it. You like to do business." Mo Shangyun's tone was cool and whispered, mixed with warnings.

Duan Zimu raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled: "Mo Shangyun, you really don't remember--"

The words were not finished.

Someone came in and interrupted Duan Zimu's words.

"Mo Shangyun, 46's Liang Zhiqiong and Midsummer, fought."

As soon as Ji Ruonan entered the door, he spoke directly.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Duan Mu standing next to Mo Shangyun, and then he paused. He glanced at the two deeply.

It seems that the relationship is good.

"Because of what?"

Mo Shangyun took a sip of hot water and asked flusteringly, without any unexpected expression.

"You're not surprised." Ji Ruonan gave her a strange look.

Mo Shangyun didn't answer.

Liang Zhiqiong's temperament, as soon as he appeared, no one could be used to her, and everyone wanted to beat her.

As for midsummer, these months, it seems that there is no self-cultivation and self-cultivation, but on the contrary, it has intensified, and the temperament has become more impatient.

Can't be used to Liang Zhiqiong, in reason.

Arguing with Liang Zhiqiong is not a surprise.

"It's a quarrel," Ji Ruonan sat at his desk, turning on the computer, and arrogantly pointed towards the ink. "As soon as the fight started, it was stopped by 46 people, and it's not a mess. "

With that, Ji Ruonan raised an eyebrow, "Do you really care?"

"Can't control it."

Mo Shangjun lazily answered, lowered the cup, and controlled the mouse to print above the file.

Ji Ruonan shook his head helplessly.

In the end, what kind of heart is wide, can we not worry about such a thing.

"Also," Ji Ruonan raised his head again, "When I first assembled, many people didn't see you and kept asking where you went. You can rest assured that I communicated with Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu, and nobody Reply, there should be no filling."

Mo Shangyun: "..."

She really didn't want to hide it.

"Lin Qi's reaction?" Mo Shangjun touched his nose.

After thinking for a while, Ji Ruonan said: "It should be quite angry, and his face is not very good."

The corner of the mouth of the ink is drawn slightly.

Immediately stood up and took the information just printed.

Duan Zimu also walked away and sat back in his place.

However, his eyes seemed to fall on Mo Shangyun indiscriminately.

Ji Ruonan is an instructor, everyone should know; he should not be a secret when he is an instructor; Mo Shangyun is an instructor, and some people think she is a student...

It seems that there are many interesting things.

Mo Shangjun sorted out the materials and didn't continue to stay in the office and went straight back to the dormitory.

As Duan Zimu guessed, she did not sleep well.

The time of training was very abnormal, and she had to take a break early tonight.

*

At 4 am on April 3rd.

"Beep-beep-beep -"

A short assembly whistle sounded downstairs in the student dormitory.

The students who were still in sleep, couldn't help but hear the sound of the assembly and almost didn't roll off the bed.

In an instant, everyone immediately went into combat preparations, dressed in shoes and caps, and had no time to care, and hurried down the stairs.

It's really fast.

One by one, all scrambled down the stairs.

Yan Tianxing, Xiao Chuyun, Peng Yuqiu, Duan Zimu, Ji Ruonan, and Mu Cheng stood straight on the open space below the dormitory building.

All female soldiers assembled in front of Ji Ruonan.

All the male soldiers gathered in front of Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng.

Yan Tianxing, Xiao Chuyun, Duan Zimu all stood aside.

"Why didn't Mo Shangyun come?"

Mucheng whispered with Peng Yuqiu.

"I went to see the morning exercise venue. Isn't she responsible for the morning exercise later?" Peng Yuqiu explained, "Should be here soon."

Mucheng nodded.

Just yesterday, Mo Shangjun went to the training ground for a turn and found several loopholes in the project, which would have been able to survive, but Mo Shangjun seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, which made people fix it overnight.

It is estimated that I have to go and read it myself before I feel relieved.

In this regard, Mucheng expressed understanding.

In the conversation room, all the students have gathered in the open space.

In this group of trainees, there are 25 male soldiers and 1 female soldier, a total of 35.

So, a huge group of people, standing in line in front of the two teams, it was quite spectacular.

Peng Yuqiu gave Yan Tianxing a look.

At this time, the chief instructor was out.

Yan Tianxing raised his eyes and glanced across the audience. The pressure of the line of sight swept away the pressure of all the students present at the scene. They all dared not look out at the front of the scene.

"My surname is Yan, the chief instructor of this training."

Yan Tianxing said slowly and reasonably, pacing forward, watching as if he was not slow, his movements were idle, but his whole body's air pressure spread to the surroundings a little bit.

"Just say a little," his words are steady and powerful, and his deep voice is very penetrating. "From now until you leave the training camp, no matter what your identity was before, and what attitude you came with, In my case, you can only be students, you can only do what you want."

Words and sentences did not deliberately create the momentum, not even the tone of the tone, but only to ensure that everyone present can clearly hear his voice.

Look at the expression, as if he said so.

But every word, falling into their ears, is more than ‘so listening’.

He inadvertently gave them a warning, spreading out the identity of instructors and students, and quickly widened the gap between the two.

The audience was silent.

At night, on the field of more than three hundred people, the silence was silent and the needle drop was audible.

"Have you heard clearly?"

Yan Tianxing took out a whistle and asked lazily at the people present.

The voice was raised slightly, still lazy and casual, but with undoubted strength.

"Listen clearly!"

The collective shouted in unison.

Duan Zimu looked at Yan Tianxing with a random look.

There was no particularly obvious disembarkation of the horse, nor did he make big moves in the opening. Yan Tianxing could not be said to be very attentive, but even his casual words were enough.

The appearance of Yan Tianxing was to disembark all the students present.

and--

Those who came to participate in the training, especially some military officers, realized their identity at the first time. They realized that there were no military ranks and no positions, and only two identities of "instructor" and "trainee" were required.

This is the major premise of this training.

Yan Tianxing did not say much and glanced directly at Peng Yuqiu.

Peng Yuqiu stood up immediately.

"Next, let me introduce you to..."

Peng Yuqiu began to introduce instructors and training.

That is to briefly introduce the instructors who were present. For Mo Shangyun who had not yet arrived, he just skimmed it, and did not even say the name.