Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 122. Even if the background is the same, I may not be able to bear it

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Lang Yan paid a certain price in order to apply Mo Shangyun to the "plan of defeating three in a row."

Fortunately, Mo Shangyun thought and friendship, the price he gave was not great.

1. She included her three meals for three days, and brought her back to the office from the cafeteria on time in the morning, afternoon and evening.

Second, three days of housekeeping for her must strictly meet the housekeeping scoring standards.

Three, her injuries are forbidden to be disclosed to Erlian.

Lang Yan agreed to the first two items. As for the last item, Lang Yan said it well on her face, but couldn't stop muttering in her heart. She didn't tell him the real injury, and there was no way to reveal it.

"Then, I am now..."

Lang Yan hinted at Mo Shangyun, unable to restrain his eagerness.

"Breakfast."

"...OK." Lang Yan answered hesitantly.

Here, it's not breakfast time yet.

Mo Shangyun glanced at him and uttered two words, "Immediately."

Lang Yan touched his nose, "Cooking class...maybe..."

Mo Shangyun didn't speak, but looked at him lightly.

After a pause, Lang Yan can be considered as a reaction, realizing that she might not have dinner, so she just made a decision, "What? Anyway, there are only a few of us. The time does not need to be so accurate. For breakfast, finish early. It's up."

Mo Shangyun gave him a look, and the corners of his lips twitched lightly, but he didn't talk.

Lang Yan felt that she was quite satisfied with this answer.

"That's right." Seeing her about to turn around, Lang Yan suddenly called her, "Since last night, your phone has rang many times, so it should be very urgent."

The phone was placed in the drawer of Mo Shangyun’s desk, silent, but the phone vibrated as soon as he rang. He stayed in the office for an afternoon, and he heard the buzzing sound frequently, hesitated again and again, and finally decided to answer it. At the time, there was no call over there.

So, give up.

A reminder to Mo Shangyun by the way.

"Got it."

After a slight pause, Mo Shangyun responded.

Turned around and went straight upstairs.

After all, it is a lesbian, or an injured **** who has done meritorious service. Looking at her back, Lang Yan went directly to the cooking class without further delay.

At this time, there are no buns and steamed buns, there are always eggs and noodles, which should be good.

……

Mo Shangyun went to the office.

Just two days away, Mo Shangyun stood at the door for a while, feeling a little strange that he hadn't seen in a long time.

After a pause, she observed the office before entering the door and sitting in her seat.

First turn on the computer and think of the phone Lang Yan said. Mo Shangyun opened the drawer and found the phone on the left corner.

Extending his right hand wrapped in bandages, Mo Shangyun took out his phone and looked at the missed call.

Um...

Remarks: Mo Shangshuang.

Missed calls: 8.

It's rare to see that Mo Shangshuang will continue to make calls, and Mo Shangyun can also guess the reason. He poked his finger on the screen, dialed the phone back, and tapped the speakerphone by the way.

Her hand is temporarily inconvenient to hold the phone.

The phone rang for more than ten seconds and answered.

"Went back?"

Mo Shangshuang, as always, doesn't like to say hello.

"Hmm."

"How about the injury?"

"It's okay." Mo Shangyun replied perfunctorily, "Dad told you?"

"Yeah." He answered very bluntly.

Mo Shangyun was silent before uttering slowly, "Oh."

"He asked me to tell--"

When he raised his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun interrupted him directly, "Brother, are you a microphone?"

After a meal over there, he calmly said: "If you don't like it, tell your dad directly."

Mo Shangyun didn't speak for a while.

It is precisely because I can't say directly that Mo Cang will let Mo Shangshuang be the middleman. Let her say it right now, it will only fall into an infinite loop.

"Three things. First, take care of your injuries; second, don’t get involved with the black eagle in the future; third, dad is going to give you a blind date, so you don’t have any contact with Yan Tianxing."

Before Mo Shangshuang's voice reached the ground, Mo Shangyun clicked to hang up.

It's quiet.

The call never came again.

But--

There is a new post.

It's still moist and creamy.

【Be obedient, take good care of yourself. I said. 】

On this line of words, Mo Shangyun stared at it for a long while, somehow he wanted to laugh, but did not reply, and put the phone back in the drawer.

Mo Shangshuang only confessed one sentence, which proves that he only agrees with the first thing Mo Cang told.

Of course, he doesn't know what happened two years ago, nor what she had with Yan Tianxing last night.

Mo Shangyun realized how important two hands were after his hand was injured.

While waiting for Lang Yan to come back with breakfast, Mo Shangyun tapped on the keyboard for half an hour, and finally only typed a paragraph.

——Three days ago, she just got the map and made a set of action plan with her computer. I wanted to make a change based on the original plan and sent it directly to Lang Yan. Now such an inefficient change, Let her give up this idea.

Let's take the map and talk to Lang Yan one by one.

"Come here."

Lang Yan hurried back with two breakfasts.

Mo Shangyun’s breakfast: rice porridge, eggs, and steamed buns.

His breakfast: steamed buns, eggs, fried dough sticks.

Walking to Mo Shangyun's desk, he put Mo Shangyun's breakfast in a free space.

"Do you want me to feed?" Lang Yan asked, withdrawing his hand.

"No need."

Mo Shangyun stared at the fritters in his hand when he answered.

Perceiving the look in her eyes, Lang Yan coughed lightly, "You have an injury, you tiao...not suitable."

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun remained silent, but his gaze swept across the fritters in his hand seemingly.

Golden, it looks crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Not far away, the scent of fried dough sticks rushed towards you.

The squad leader of the cooking class is best at deep-fried dough sticks. Every time at breakfast, the deep-fried dough sticks are looted.

Mo Shangyun usually goes so late that I rarely eat it a few times.

"Puff."

Lang Yan stared at her twice and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Shangyun looked at him in a chilly manner.

Lang Yan's eyebrows were full of smiles without being bluffed by her eyes.

It’s rare to see such a little bit of greed and dismay in the eyes of their deputy company commander. Wouldn’t it be funny?

Curious!

It's so strange!

Lang Yan hesitated, picked up the breakfast bag, and took one from the bag of fried dough sticks.

Mo Shangyun watched his movements.

There are only two deep-fried dough sticks in total. He took out one and put the bag containing deep-fried dough sticks on Mo Shangyun's table.

"Come here, here's one for you," Lang Yan said, and then deliberately glanced left and right. After seeing no one, he leaned down, approached her a little, and lowered his voice to remind, "Don't tell me."

Give root fried dough sticks, and he was acting as a violation of discipline.

However, for the sake of that fried dough stick, Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows at him clearly.

At the end, I accepted it comfortably.

Lang Yan didn't rush to question her, but went back to his desk and ate his breakfast slowly.

Mo Shangyun also relied on his inflexible right hand to finish breakfast slowly.

Youtiao tastes very good. It should be freshly fried. It is warm and a bit greasy when bitten in your mouth, but it is crispy and fragrant.

The two finished eating almost at the same time.

As soon as he threw the food bag into the trash can, Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and saw the suggestive look in the opposite side of Lang Yanna.

It's very clear, Mo Shangyun didn't delay, he turned up the map from the table, and winked at Lang Yan.

Lang Yan wiped his nose and walked over with a smile.

Let him open the map and put it down with an empty space. Mo Shangyun began to explain to him.

The location of the second and third companies camping, the terrain near the third company, where is suitable for attack, and where is suitable for ambush. According to the memory and map, I will explain it clearly. After Lang Yan has learned more than half of the basic situation, Mo Shangyun Then began to plan in detail with him.

I was patient and covered everything. I went down and said it in more detail than I said to Erlian. It lasted three hours.

She didn't have anything to do with Lang Yan.

As a company commander, Lang Yan did not participate this time. If he did, he would be the one who made the plan instead of the individual fighters who were only responsible for part of the action under her orders.

I planned to explain clearly to Lang Yan.

Successful battle plan, in Lang Yan's case, is experience, so that when he takes part in the next operation, he will adapt her methods flexibly and learn the lessons of Erlian's failure.

Speaking for three hours.

Mo Shangyun spent another hour predicting the failure of Erlian.

It can be said that the whole night of fighting, and even the time, was anticipated by her.

Lang Yan just listened with curiosity, but the further he listened, the more concentrated he became, and his thoughts were all trapped in Mo Shangyun’s combat plan, and the operations of the second company and the third company were interpreted in his mind. Again.

At the end, my heart was shocked.

Mo Shangyun said with a dry mouth. After she finally finished speaking, she took the cup and turned around to take a glass of water.

It's cold.

In this cold weather, the water was surprisingly cold, and I drank it in one gulp. The coldness spread from the lips, tongue, throat, and stomach all the way, but it stimulated some tired nerves.

After I finished speaking, it was a bit tired as if I had fought a battle.

A sip of cold water will refresh her.

Pour another cup of water, Mo Shangyun hooked the cup with the fingers of his right hand and walked back.

Seeing that Lang Yan was still standing there, instead of looking at the map, he raised his head and stared at her closely.

There was admiration, excitement, and excitement in his eyes, and at the same time, there was a bit of unspeakable heat.

"How?"

Mo Shangyun approached and raised an eyebrow at him.

This weird look made her quite unacceptable.

Lang Yan continued to stare at her for a while before expressing his emotion: "Are you really just a college graduate from National University of Science and Technology?"

Oh...Mo Shangyun is clear.

Mo Shangyun put the mug on the table, shook his right hand that was involved in the wound, and said lightly, "The origin is not important."

Lang Yan paused, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt...it made sense.

Ran——

He overestimated Mo Shangyun's indifferent state of mind.

Soon, he heard Mo Shangyun slowly say: "Even if the origin is the same, I may not be able to bear it."

"..."

Lang Yan continued to stare at her.

Then, he twitched the corner of his mouth.

Yes, this is not the Mo Shangyun who is greedy for a fried dough stick, but the poisonous and arrogant deputy commander.

Lang Yan made up his mind to bring you fritters with her tomorrow morning, but she definitely won't eat it for her.

However, after making up his mind, Lang Yan couldn't help but admire Mo Shangyun.

After all, this man... is really amazing.

Why do they want to get off the company?

Because it’s too shallow on paper, the purpose of lowering the grassroots company is to combine theoretical knowledge and practical experience. Generally speaking, college students who have just left the company are in a state of learning and will take many detours when leading troops. .

For example, Lin Qi.

She also just left the company and graduated from the same school as Mo Shangyun, but during the months when she left the company earlier than Mo Shangyun, it took a certain amount of energy to surrender the second platoon and make herself the leader of the second platoon. Recognized. Up to now, she has not cultivated a good relationship with the second row, and the second row has a respectful attitude towards her.

Like him.

When he first joined the company, he also hit a lot of nails.

And Mo Shangyun...

It's a legend.

For more than a month, Erlian hated her at first, but now, Erlian protects her from the bottom of her heart, allowing her to shake her face and abuse them thousands of times, and she can't suppress the closeness to her.

Leading soldiers, the means are good.

This combat experience... shocked him as a company commander.

Lang Yan simply doubts life.

*

Although he was very confused and reflected on himself, Lang Yan's recognition of Mo Shangyun's strength reached a new height.

So that for the following lunch and lunch, Lang Yan took advantage of the absence of Erlian, specially asked the cooking class monitor to fry a few small dishes, packed them and brought them back to the office for Mo Shangyun to eat.

Mo Shangyun could see that a small stove had been opened, but she still accepted such a good intention.

……

The next day.

In the early morning, not long after Mo Shangyun got up, Lang Yan consciously brought her breakfast to help her with her housework.

Mo Shangyun was eating breakfast and directing Lang Yan to organize her housework, thinking that if this scene was seen by the old man, she would have to be taken for two hours of ideological education.

Fortunately, the old man has no chance to know.

Lang Yan finished his housework, and Mo Shangyun finished his breakfast.

At this moment, I heard a noise outside.

The two looked at each other.

Walking to the door of the dormitory, Lang Yan listened to the specific movement, and then said to Mo Shangyun: "It is estimated that they are back."

"Oh."

She also heard it.

Lang Yan suggested to her, "Go down and have a look?"

"Don't watch."

Mo Shangyun said lightly, glanced at his left shoulder, showing little interest.

"Then you..."

"Heal the wound."

Lang Yan was speechless for a while, coughed, and then asked: "Then I'm going down?"

"Hmm."

Mo Shangyun responded and glanced at him.

Meaning: It’s easy to leave and not to send.

Lang Yan left sadly.

However, as soon as I went out, I couldn't wait.

He knows that three consecutive years have been wiped out, so he wants to see Fan Hanyi's face, and at the same time...also wants to know what would happen to Erlian and Yilian without Mo Shangyun present.

Mo Shangyun, who had anticipated the general situation a long time ago, looked at his hurriedly leaving back, pondered for a while, and then walked out calmly.

By the way, I closed the door.

She did not go downstairs, but went to the office on the second floor.

Before entering the door, she heard loud noises outside. It seemed that she had a smooth meeting with Lang Yan, and she couldn't help explaining the situation to Lang Yan one by one.

So happy, I'm afraid everything goes well.

Entered the office, closed the door, and blocked the noisy noise outside.

At this moment, the landline telephone rang in the office.

"Dingling Bell——Dingling Bell——Dingling Bell——"

It's the landline on Lang Yan's desk.

Noisy ears hurt a bit.

Anyway, it is the landline, it should be an official business, and it should be fine to answer it.

Mo Shangyun walked over.

When she pressed the speakerphone, she opened her mouth and wanted to say "speak", but because of Lang Yan's face, she held back.

After a pause, he said: "Who?"

There is no sound over there.

Mo Shangyun couldn't help but constricted his eyebrows, and glanced at the caller ID.

Well, the phone number is a bit familiar.

It seems to be... Yan Tianxing's.