Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 092. Ugly is ugly, but it can also be eaten [three shifts]

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Scanning the information on Mo Shangshuang, Mo Shangyun realized that something was wrong, and regardless of whether he was peeping at others' privacy, he directly clicked on WeChat.

There is so much information.

Skip directly to the dialog with Mo Shangshuang.

Turning forward, the two men with concise words have not many chat records. The last chat was three months ago.

I just sent it, just four.

Mo Shangshuang: Lend Mo Shangyun to me.

Mo Shangshuang: Three days.

Mo Shangshuang: 22, 23, 24.

Mo Shangshuang: The conditions are for you to open.

Since the matter is about himself, Mo Shangyun is not welcome. After thinking about it, he starts to reply.

Yan Tianxing: Brother.

After a while, the message came back.

Mo Shangshuang: It's too early, I can't bear it.

Seeing these three words, Mo Shangyun was stunned, trying to understand that Mo Shangshuang should have misunderstood, and couldn't help but smile.

No typing at all, Mo Shangyun spoke directly.

"Brother, what do you borrow from me?"

"..."

As soon as the voice was sent, there was no response for a long time.

Mo Shangyun imagined the black face of Xia Mo Shangshuang, and suddenly felt very happy.

He didn't want to put the phone back, but put it directly on the dining table, sat down by himself, and started to write the report.

She is used to writing these, coupled with her understanding of Ni Wu, is very fast.

In less than half an hour, the thousand-character report was written out in its entirety. After checking it twice, it was confirmed that there were no typos and clicked save.

Looking at the phone again, a WeChat group message was ringing intermittently. Occasionally Mo Shangyun would glance at it, but he didn't click in to read it.

I only know--

Group name: [One Two Three Four Five Six Seven]

The number of group names is seven, but the total number is "8".

Coming and going, a few people are not on the same line at a time, and they intermittently scan messages like "@閻天邢说話".

Besides, Mo Shangshuang never returned.

Mo Shangyun glanced at his watch.

12:35.

She picked up the phone and was about to play a game, but as soon as she got it, she heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

The pace is steady and slow, and you know who it is at the first hearing.

When I looked up, the finger that touched the screen of the phone moved a little, and clicked on the WeChat message. The screen smoothly transformed into a WeChat interface and entered the group of [one, two, three, four, five, six, seven].

From the corner of his eye, he noticed the screen flickering, and Mo Shangyun lowered his eyelids and scanned the phone screen.

Suddenly, I saw a message popping out.

——@墨上霜, Lao Mo, do you want someone in the hands of Yan Ye?

There is no [display group member nickname] in the group, and Mo Shangyun can't see the other party's name, but the name "Lao Mo"...It is probably Mo Shangshuang's friend, or the one who is not afraid of death.

While thinking, Yan Tianxing has entered the door and glanced at the room.

At first glance, I saw Mo Shangyun sitting in his usual position, holding a mobile phone in his hand, condensing his eyebrows slightly, without a training hat, and his slightly longer hair fell down, covering a small part of his face. , The facial features become smaller and more exquisite.

At the second glance, I saw the untouched food on the table, and Mo Shangyun's opened laptop.

I didn't eat, but wrote a report first.

Yan Tianxing was a little dazed for a while.

"What is my brother looking for?"

Fucking his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun raised his head and asked Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing paused slightly, thinking of something, and then smiled.

"Let you do three days of coolies."

Yan Tianxing said calmly as he approached in a hurry.

"Oh?"

Mo Shangyun raised her eyelids, and the phone turned around her fingertips.

She is testing training here, Mo Shangshuang asked her to do coolies?

"Speech, prepare for recruiting." Yan Tianxing's answer was simple and clear.

"..."

Mo Shangyun knew it instantly.

Really a real brother, he is good at this kind of thing, so he thought of looking for her...

"Go?" Yan Tianxing lowered his eyelids and asked in a low voice.

"Not going."

Mo Shangyun refused without any pause.

As for the assessment, Yan Tianxing guesses there is a way to help her cover. However, after traveling with her mentor all over the country, she, who listened to various lectures, did not have the slightest impression of such boring things.

Although she is accustomed to the tutor's teachings and lectures, and can do it herself in battle, it is better to refuse the things that can be refused. Furthermore, there is no psychological pressure to refuse this kind of thing.

Yan Tianxing chuckled softly, "Well, I didn't want to borrow it."

Mo Shangyun touched his nose.

After a while, ignore Yan Tianxing’s meaningful words and ask directly: "How did you think of me?"

The light in his eyes flickered, Yan Tianxing just wanted to speak, and when he saw the news from the WeChat group, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Look for yourself."

Mo Shangyun looked down.

——Depending on the situation, there should be no.

——Aren’t you talking about the students recommended by Fan Lao?

——Do you know who the student Professor Fan is talking about?

——who?

——She called, Mo Shangyun.

——The little sister of Mo Shao’s family who never sees the end of the dragon?

——Yes, my sister.

——...understand in seconds.

Mo Shangyun looked at the suddenly active group and threw the phone directly to Yan Tianxing.

Then, stand up.

"The dishes are a bit cold, let me warm them up." Mo Shangyun said blankly.

Yan Tianxing looked at her speechless expression amusedly.

This old man likes to betray Mo Shangyun.

But--

Glancing at the food on the table, Yan Tianxing asked with interest: "Are you coming?"

"Hmm."

Mo Shangyun waved his hand to indicate that he could.

The corners of the lips were gently raised to wipe the subtle curvature, Yan Tianxing nodded slightly, "Okay."

Ignoring him, Mo Shangyun took the food to heat it up.

Looking at her busy figure, there is no sense of clumsiness, no panic, methodical, and even hot dishes are a chic and unrestrained posture.

Yan Tianxing retracted his gaze and looked down at the phone.

First, I browsed the next group news.

The groups are all acquaintances. They have been together for a few years. They are all military personnel, but they are scattered all over the country, all occupied by land, sea and air. There are also people engaged in scientific research and professors.

Of course, he doesn't like groups, it's noisy.

So this time, someone was pulled in.

In the group, two words were returned: quit.

Then, before those messages jump in, the seconds go back.

Following, I saw Mo Shangshuang's message, clicked on it, and noticed the two replies below, and Yan Tianxing listened specifically to the voice.

After listening, I couldn't help laughing.

Mo Shangyun also heard the voice over there, and the cooking movement paused, and he glanced over here.

It happened to meet Yan Tianxing's sight.

Without a guilty conscience, Mo Shangyun shrugged calmly, "The report is finished."

Just take the phone and reply, Yan Tianxing didn't mean to pursue it, a slight smile flashed under his eyes, and then he replied to Mo Shangshuang.

——Don’t borrow.

After replying, log out of WeChat.

As soon as he put the phone away, Yan Tianxing walked to the side and sat down, took the laptop over, and scanned the report written by Xia Mo Shangyun.

It was a casual browsing, but after reading it, I read it carefully a second time.

In the report, Mo Shangyun analyzed Ni Wei thoroughly, narrating his personality one by one, affirming his advantages, but also denying his shortcomings. Based on what Ni Wei did, he analyzed the shortcomings and made sense. , There is no word of nonsense.

Enough to deny Ni Wei after reading it.

"Okay."

Just after reading it the second time, Mo Shangyun brought the food.

The hot dishes, as well as the steamed white rice, are steaming when they are presented.

Look at the time again, it's already a bit past.

Yan Tianxing's eyes stopped for a while on two dishes and a bowl of soup.

Two stir-fries were okay, but a bowl of seaweed tofu soup couldn't bear to look directly at it. Most of the original square tofu was broken into tofu flowers, and the younger half was still struggling desperately in the soup.

Kicking off the stool, Mo Shangyun sat down and glanced at him sideways, "Ugly is ugly, but it can also be eaten."