Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 012, go to sleep

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It was confirmed that Mo Cang was not in the capital and could not be contacted in a short time, so she gave up contacting Mo Cang.

She was playing with her mobile phone. After a while, she raised her eyes to Yan Tianxing and asked, "Are there headphones?"

If I remember correctly, Yan Tianxing’s cell phone is the same model as hers.

Yan Tianxing Ningmei thought for a while, then said: "The study drawer."

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

"The study room has it." Yan Tianxing said lightly.

Place the phone in the pocket of the bathrobe, Mo Shangyun took the walking stick and walked to the study.

I have been here last time and have stayed for two days. There is no need to ask which room is there.

Obviously, Yan Tianxing, who has undergone a three-month assessment and three-month training camp, should have not returned in the past six months, and he has not moved anything in the study.

Mo Shangyun found the earphones in the drawer, and found a pile of draft paper, then sat at the desk, tucked the earphones into both ears, clicked on random music, and then picked up the signature pen to write the draft. Paint and paint on paper.

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

Three hours later.

Yan Tianxing, who turned off the TV, threw away the trash, and took a shower, inadvertently glanced at the study he passed by when he went back to the room to rest, and saw Mo Shangyun sitting right at the desk. The head is slightly lowered, the waist is straight, and he has good writing habits.

On her left hand, there is a thick stack of scratch paper, not sure what she is doing.

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

It is strange that Mo Shangyun, who has always been keen intuition, did not notice his approach.

After halfway through, Yan Tianxing discovered the root cause of Mo Shangyun's dullness——

That pair of headphones.

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

He speeds up and walks over.

Sure enough, the voice is louder.

Although Mo Shangyun, whose hearing was dull, relied on Yan Tianxing's powerful aura to realize his approach, and the moment he walked to his side, she raised her head.

Then--

The headset was ripped off.

"What are you doing?" Mo Shangyun looked at Yan Tianxing with a gloomy expression inexplicably.

It's almost inexplicable. As soon as I saw him today, I kept a straight face, as if I owed him a debt.

She sits here quietly and writes something, listening to music and wearing headphones, but she didn't bother him, why did she mess up?

Yan Tianxing rolled his eyebrows and stared at her without making a sound. Instead, he held a headset and put it in his ear.

Immediately, the electric sound that pierced the eardrum made Yan Tianxing frown and his face was extremely gloomy.

Seeing this expression, Mo Shangyun suddenly felt a little sympathetic to him.

Well, it happens to be the chorus part, which is quite harsh. Old people like Yan Tianxing are totally unacceptable...

Soon, Yan Tianxing removed the headset, "Before you leave tomorrow morning, can you see how delicate you are?"

"For example?" Mo Shangyun tilted his head.

Yan Tianxing calmly said, "Now go to sleep."

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun pulled the headset back silently.

"Put away the earphones." Yan Tianxing warned.

After thinking about it, Mo Shangyun decided to redeem the prejudice of passersby for this song, and emphasized: "This song is very nice."

Half an hour ago, she started the single loop.

"Should I collect it for you?"

Yan Tianxing is not in the mood to discuss music with her.

He only knew that if Mo Shangyun continued to listen, the only possibility was his hearing loss.

Mo Shangyun took off the earphone from his right ear, rolled up the earphone cord, and finally unplugged the earphone, he couldn't help but mutter, "It's just unreasonable to make trouble."

"What did you say?"

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

"Nothing."

"Huh?"

Squinting his eyes, Yan Tianxing's nasal sound rises, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are dangerous.

Put the earphone cord back into the drawer, and Mo Shangyun said directly: "I said send it under the fence, you have the final say."

Yan Tianxing patted the back of her head angrily.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and looked up at him unhappily, "You call the abuse of the disabled."

Yan Tianxing smiled without anger, "You have turned into a disabled person to show me?"

Lower his head, 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 his interest in arguing with Yan Tianxing.

The mood of his eyebrows gradually faded, Mo Shangyun pursed his lips slightly, and raised his hand to clean up the draft paper on the desk.

Yan Tianxing glanced casually, suddenly scanning the word "black shadow", subconsciously thinking of the man, and immediately his expression was extremely cold.

Seeing Mo Shangyun stacking them one by one, Yan Tianxing stared at Mo Shangyun closely, and asked in a low voice, "What's the relationship between you and that man?"

Mo Shangyun paused as he cleaned up the draft paper.

When I saw her like this, Yan Tianxing didn't feel annoyed for a while.

"The relationship between the two of us is not enough to talk about this kind of thing, right?" Mo Shangyun raised his head and asked indifferently.

Silence for three seconds.

"Huh."

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

Mo Shangyun paused for a while, looking at the back of Yan Tianxing walking out the door, with a dazed expression. She waited until the door closed with a "bang--" before she came back to her senses.

Actually, there is no need to **** him off.

But--

Rather than hanging him over and over again, it's better to break it crisply.

She has a hunch, what happened to that person...

In a short time, there is no end.

Thinking about this, Mo Shangyun gripped the paper tightly, crumpled a dozen sheets of paper.

Damn it.

He must be killed.