Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Determined that Mo Cang was not in Beijing and could not be reached within a short time, she gave up contacting Mo Cang.

After playing with her mobile phone, she raised her eyes and asked Yan Tianxing: "Is there any headphones?"

If you remember correctly, Yan Tianxing's phone is the same model as hers.

Yan Tian Xing Ningmei thought for a while and then said: "Study drawer."

"Thanks." Mo Shangyun stood up and asked immediately, "Paper and pen?"

"All in the study." Yan Tianxing said lightly.

Putting the phone in the pocket of the bathrobe, Mo Shangjun took the cane directly to the study.

Been here last time, and stayed two days, which room is where, no need to ask.

Obviously, Yan Tianxing, who has gone through three months of assessment and three months of training, should not have returned in the past six months, and nothing has been moved in the study.

Mo Shangjun found the headphones in the drawer and found a stack of scratch paper. Then he sat at the desk, put the headphones in his two ears, ordered random music, and then picked up a pen to paint on the scratch paper Draw pictures.

Simply idle is also idle. She hasn't sorted out many things recently, and paper and pen always make people sort out.

After three hours.

Yan Tianxing, who turned off the TV, lost the trash, and took a shower, accidentally glanced at the study room that he passed by when he returned to his room to rest. He suddenly saw Mo Shangyun sitting at the desk with his head slightly lowered. The waist bar is very straight and has good writing habits.

On her left hand side, a thick stack of scratch paper did not know what to do.

Looking at the watch whose hour hand is about to point to 12, Yan Tianxing twisted his eyebrows and walked directly into the study.

It's very strange that the ink on Yun, who has always been intuitive, has not found him close.

After halfway through, Yan Tianxing discovered the root cause that made Mo Shangyun dull—

That pair of headphones.

At a distance of three or four meters, Yan Tianxing could hear a noisy sound, buzzing, it is estimated that the sound was put to the maximum.

He speeded up and walked over.

As expected, the sound was louder.

However, despite the dullness of Mo Shangyun's hearing, relying on Yan Tianxing's powerful aura, he realized his approach, and the moment he walked to the side, she raised her head.

then--

The headphones were ripped off.

"What to do?" Mo Shangyun looked at Yan Tianxing inexplicably.

It was almost inexplicable, as soon as I saw him today, he kept a face blank, like the debt owed to him.

She sat quietly writing something here, listening to music and wearing headphones, but did not disturb him, so why bother?

Yan Tianxing twisted his eyebrows and stared at her, without making a sound, but holding a headset and putting it in his ear.

Immediately, the electric sound that shattered the human eardrum made Yan Tianxing's brows tighter and his face extremely gloomy.

Seeing this expression, Mo Shangyun suddenly sympathized with him.

Well, it happens to be the chorus part, which is quite harsh. The old man like Yan Tianxing is totally unacceptable...

Soon, Yan Tianxing removed the headset, "Can you see how precious you are before you leave tomorrow morning?"

"For example?" Mo Shangyun turned his head.

Yan Tianxing sullen his face and whispered coldly: "Now go to bed."

"Oh."

Mo Shangjun silently pulled the headset back.

"Put the headphones away." Yan Tianxing warned.

After thinking about it, Mo Shangjun decided to save the passerby prejudice for this song and emphasized: "This song is very nice."

Half an hour ago, she started a single cycle.

"I help you collect?"

Yan Tianxing was not in a mood to discuss music with her.

All he knew was that Mo Shangyun continued to listen, and the only possibility was hearing loss.

Mo Shangjun took off the earphone of the right ear, rolled up the earphone cable, and finally unplugged the earphone, he could not help whispering, "It's unreasonable to make trouble."

"what did you say?"

With a frown, Yan Tianxing didn't seem to hear it.

"It's nothing."

"Ok?"

Squinting, Yan Tianxing's nasal sounds rose, and the brows at the corners of his eyes were dangerous.

Put the headphone cable back into the drawer, and Mo Shangjun directly said: "I said it's a good idea, you are the one."

Yan Tianxing snapped her head angrily.

Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows, staring up at him uncomfortably, "You are called abusing the disabled."

Yan Tianxing smiled angrily, "Are you a disabled person to show me?"

Looking down, Mo Shangyun glanced at his left foot. He wanted to say something, but after thinking of how his left foot was injured, he suddenly lost interest in Yan Tianxing.

His eyebrows gradually faded, and ink on his lips slightly twitched, and he raised his hands to clean up the draft paper on the desk.

Yan Tianxing glanced at random, Leng Bing swept the word "Black Shadow", and subconsciously thought of the man, and immediately looked extremely cold.

Seeing Mo Shangjun stacking them one by one, Yan Tianxing stared closely at Mo Shangyun and asked in a low voice, "What is your relationship with that man?"

Mo Shangjun's act of packing up the scratch paper.

Seeing her like this, Yan Tianxing had no reason to be upset.

"The relationship between the two of us, is not the point to say such a thing?" Mo Shangyun raised his head, asked with a light expression.

Silence for three seconds.

"Ah."

With almost a self-deprecating laugh, Yan Tianxing turned around and left.

Mo Shangyun paused a moment, watching Yan Tianxing walk out the door, her expression was a little dazed, and she waited until she heard a "bang -" closing the door before she recovered.

In fact, there is no need to be angry with him.

but--

Rather than hanging him over and over again, it is better to break it.

She had a hunch, something about that person...

In a short time, it's not over.

Thinking about this, Mo Shangjun's force to grasp the paper was tightened, and he actually crumpled a dozen sheets of paper.

Oh shit.

He must be killed.