Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 119. Waiting on the suitor

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At noon.

Outside the window, the sun is just right, the cool breeze is slowly, and the branches are swaying, creating a beautiful scenery.

Mo Shangyun slowly opened his eyes.

She fell asleep somehow, apparently, she slept for four or five hours.

I feel dizzy and heavy, and I didn't sleep well.

Mo Shangyun frowned slightly, stared at the tree and light outside the window for a few seconds, and found something strange.

The window that was open, I don't know when, closed.

There is wind outside, but it can't come in.

Don’t even think about it to know who turned it off.

There was an injury on her left shoulder. She was lying on her right side. At this moment, the hanging needle was finished, and both hands were retracted into the bed. It was warm, but uncomfortable.

After thinking about it, she whispered: "Open the window."

There is someone on the other side of the bed. She knows who it is, but she feels pain all over after the rest. Every muscle is sore and she doesn't want to move at all.

Yan Tianxing, who was watching her hanging a needle and sleeping, realized that she was awake at the moment she moved, but she didn't glance over here from start to finish, and directed him to do things as soon as she opened her mouth.

Yan Tianxing glanced at her, cursing inwardly, but actually got up, walked around the end of the bed to the window, and opened the window.

The weather is still a bit cold, and the wind is breezy outside. As soon as the window opens, the wind blows in. It is chilly, stimulating the shivering of the skin.

Not in love with the bed, Mo Shangyun sat up from the bed.

When the quilt was lifted, the warmth on her body was instantly blown away, and the cool breeze gradually made her sober.

Mo Shangyun has repeatedly challenged Yan Tianxing's conventional cognition——

For example, holding a very hot bowl with bare hands, and then using hot and cold water alternately to regain consciousness.

For example, you must eat breakfast only after morning exercises, and just take two cold buns in the cafeteria to deal with things.

For example, if you are half-dead in pain, you have to hold on, and you don't want to say anything. It seems that if you hold it through, you really become a hero.

For example,...

At the moment, Mo Shangyun has given Yan Tianxing an extra layer of cognition.

Never sleep on the bed.

The habits are good, but not normal.

In other words, any behavior of Mo Shangyun is very worry-free, but her habits are definitely not something a normal person can have.

"When will people come?"

Mo Shangyun sat on the edge of the bed and adjusted his collar.

"I don't know."

Yan Tianxing, who walked back, subconsciously took the bag from the chair beside her, and wanted to throw it to her directly, but noticed her right hand and left shoulder. After thinking about it, he walked over and handed it to her. .

Mo Shangyun took a look and found that it was a new training suit jacket.

Raising her eyebrows towards Yan Tianxing, she said, "Thank you."

After that, he put the bag on the bed and stretched out his left hand to take the clothes inside, but grabbed the corner of the clothes and pulled it, but it didn't come out of the bag smoothly.

Never mind, she shook it, and the bag fell smoothly to the ground, while the jacket was spread out in her hands.

It's... the left shoulder hurts a bit.

"Does it hurt?"

Looking at her movements, Yan Tianxing cared and smiled.

A squint at him, Mo Shangyun's expression is indifferent, "It doesn't hurt."

Yan Tianxing licked his lips and laughed at her.

Obviously, she was a second-class disabled, but he pretended to be flexible and convinced her.

I stretched out my hand impatiently, took the coat off her hand, grabbed the collar with both hands and spread it out, put the sleeves close to Mo Shangyun's left hand, and commanded: "reach out."

Mo Shangyun stretched his hand in kindly.

Yan Tianxing didn't mess around, and slowly helped her put on her sleeves, then pulled the collar around behind her, pulling the other sleeve, and letting Mo Shangyun put her right hand in.

I was roughly dressed, and glanced at Mo Shangyun's right hand wrapped in zongzi, so I was a little more patient and buttoned her clothes one by one.

Mo Shangyun, who became second-class disabled and served, stared at Yan Tianxing's every move.

Rough and fine, the action seems rude, but she avoids the injuries on her body.

He leaned down, lowered his head slightly, buttoning her clothes one by one, moving slowly, seemingly casual, but serious.

Mo Shangyun's eyes were half drooping, and he saw the training hat he was wearing, which covered his handsome eyebrows, and faintly saw the tip of his nose and thin lips. The lines were tough, and the five senses were also very seductive when viewed separately.

Frozen for a few seconds.

Recovered, Yan Tianxing had already buttoned her buttons, looked down at her, and arranged the collar for her.

"Brother Xing."

Mo Shangyun suddenly called him.

The sound is very soft, but a little weird.

"What?" Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows lightly.

Under his gaze, Mo Shangyun rolled his eyes, his gaze fell on the army boots not far away, and said calmly: "Shoes."

The implication is extremely obvious.

Yan Tianxing: "..."

Remind myself again and again that this girl is a second-class disabled and looks pretty.

Yan Tianxing sullenly, went to bring her the army boots, picked up the bag on the ground, found a pair of socks, and squatted down beside her.

Grabbing her ankle, Yan Tianxing puts on her socks and couldn't help but stare at her feet.

I also saw a ghost. I have a very nice foot, but there is a scar on the instep. At first glance, it is not very obvious, but when I look closely, it is clear that the part near the base of the toe is on the outside. The scar is an inch long and has stitches.

"When you were a kid," Yan Tianxing put her socks on without seeing her, but her voice was chilly, "You were abused badly, right?"

Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun was stunned for a while, and then he realized what he was referring to.

Touching her nose, she answered very easily, "It's okay."

"..."

Yan Tianxing stopped talking to her altogether.

After putting her shoes and socks on, Yan Tianxing, at the request of Mo Shangyun, poured her a glass of water and cut an apple, and dutifully served her as a "suiter" who was not picky. Heroic female officer.

Mo Shangyun accepted it comfortably.

After enjoying, the person who came to pick her up is also here.

Still two people.

Stand up to the door, with a straight back, wearing a uniform, and the epaulettes on the shoulders are very dazzling, both of them are expressionless, serious, and meticulous.

Mo Shangyun got up from the chair and walked towards them without a word.

Passing by Yan Tianxing in the middle, Yan Tianxing's hand was on her right shoulder, her palm was slightly harder, and her step stopped.

"I will come to pick you up." Yan Tianxing looked into her eyes and said every word.

"Hmm."

Mo Shangyun responded calmly.

Yan Tianxing let go of her, and she went straight to the door of the two of them.

*

The one who came to pick up Mo Shangyun was a jeep.

Sit in the car, one on the left and two in the front, giving Mo Shangyun the illusion of being a prisoner.

Outside the car window, the sun seems to be very strong, but in fact it is soft, pouring in from the window, almost no temperature.

Mo Shangyun tilted her head, with light shining on her face, her fair skin became whiter, but many scars were more obvious.

In the afternoon, four o'clock.

Mo Shangyun was sent to a room.

The light is very dark and the room is very narrow. A single table and chair was prepared for her. Opposite is a row of tables and chairs with four seats, but when Mo Shangyun entered, it was empty. There is no one.

She sat down in her place.

After a while, the door closed.

For a while, the whole room was silent, and at the same time, all the sounds from the outside world were isolated.

Mo Shangyun yawned lazily, leaned back, half of his body leaned on the back of the chair, and at the same time raised Erlang's legs. After the corner of his eyes swept across the camera in the corner, he slowly yawned. Eyed.

Close your eyes and rest your mind.

After a quarter of an hour Moyue, the closed door opened again.

Hearing the movement, Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids and saw four officers coming in one after another.

The highest rank has two bars and two stars, and the lowest rank has one bar and one star.

Mo Shangyun's brows moved, thinking that she was worthy of her.

At the sign of the oldest officer, she calmly recounted what happened last night.

I found a bonfire; I guessed something was wrong based on the traces; I was worried that it would disturb the "battle" between the two companies, so I decided to act alone at night; I tracked down the two mercenaries; finally found their tattoos and started hands; due to various accidents, Coupled with the first actual combat, the start is a bit heavy.

There are false in the words, false and true, and the combination of true and false.

They can find out everything that is said, and the actions from beginning to end are natural, but what can't be found is the specific reason. Only she knows the things, so she can break it at will.

The four officers exchanged views, and the officer with one bar and one star made the transcript.

"We have a few questions." The oldest officer said solemnly.

"Ask."

Mo Shangyun took the conversation calmly.

The officer stared at her closely, and asked each word: "You acted alone, did you want to prove yourself because you were a woman and were criticized in the company?"

"No."

Raising his eyes, Mo Shangyun met his gaze, unaffected by his aura.

"Before you acted, what were your specific thoughts?"

"Nothing to do, don't worry, just go and have a look."

Answered lightly.

The officer paused, with some surprises, but even more suspicion, "Your company was going to attack the third company, you had nothing to do?"

"I have confidence."

"Where is your confidence?!"

Mo Shangyun looked at him lightly, then smiled, "The result represents my confidence."

"..."

The officer was unable to stab him for a while and was silent for a moment.

Follow up and start the second round of questioning.

They are all habitual routines. First use the momentum to bluff people, then challenge her behavior, press on step by step, always observe her reaction, and test her most real reason.

What they want to know is whether there is an unknown reason, whether her thoughts and behavior are qualified...

Mo Shangyun disappointed them, because she was too calm, and her answer was so comprehensive that they couldn't fault them.

At the end of the question, several officers were a little weak.

The officer turned to the last few questions, curled his eyebrows and asked: "Why do you carry a live ammunition with you?"

"Habits."

"What causes this habit?"

"..."

Mo Shangyun paused and was silent for the first time.

Aware that something is wrong, the four officers exchanged glances.

Carrying live ammunition is indeed against the regulations, but she is a deputy company commander, and there are sufficient reasons. After making a guarantee, she can not be held accountable.

The problem is not too big after all.

"Say!"

The officer gave a cold cry.

The shout was loud enough. In the cramped room, Mo Shangyun's ears were buzzing, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Half a while, she said lightly: "With an empty bullet, I have encountered actual combat."

"When did it happen?" The officer chased after him.

"..."

"When and where did it happen?"

"..."

"You said you know the tattoo mark, is it related to this matter?!"

"..."

"Did you move your hands because of previous grievances?!"

"..."

The repeated questioning kept Mo Shangyun completely silent.

One after another tricky question, one more confident question, one louder than one sentence.

Mo Shangyun's brows gradually tightened, and his eyes sharpened.

I don't know when the room is quiet, she sees a few pairs of cold scrutinizing eyes, looking across her from inch by inch, with obvious doubts, her eyes are cold, and her expression is stern.

Countless images swept through my mind, beating with the clearest consciousness, those complex and unfamiliar emotions, such as the turbulent waves, crushed her reason.

For an instant, it was like falling into an ice cellar, and even the fingertips were cold.

Finally, Mo Shangyun heard his own voice, calm and calm beyond imagination.

"I want to make a call."

"Mo Shangyun, what do you think this is?!" The leading officer patted the table severely.

Mo Shangyun looked at him calmly.

"Confidential incident."

Anything, once marked with the word "confidential", is not easily known.

With their military rank and status, they are not yet qualified to pry out of her mouth.

Several people were stunned, and gradually realized the seriousness of the matter.

No, no one told them this morning, what really happened to this female officer?

The leader above didn't have a phone call, and no one even hinted at it!

However, what Mo Shangyun mentioned was a bit special. They thought about it, and finally let someone bring the landline.

It's just that even the phone number was reported by Mo Shangyun and entered by them.

Press the numbers one by one.

It's the mobile phone number, from the capital.

Not within the scope of the Sealand Military District.

Several officers became more and more puzzled.

Finally, the phone rang a few times and got through.

"Who?"

The voice is deep and powerful, and the voice is thick. When you speak, it is a full deterrent.

The officer who dialed the phone passed the microphone to Mo Shangyun's ear.

Mo Shangyun shouted coldly: "Dad."