Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 283, your heart is as black as always [two more]
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"It's so good-looking." Yan Tianxing chuckled, seemingly ridiculed, but with decisive connotations.
The ambiguous voice fell to my ears, and Mo gave a meal, almost not choked by the chocolate.
After a while, Mo Shangyun twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to bring the cup of water over the table, and took a sip of it slowly.
That's not being swallowed.
"To be honest, how many suggestions can be made after the meeting?"
Extending both hands, grabbing the brim of the hat, Mo Shangyun forced it to Ban Zheng.
The military appearance and military appearance must be ensured so as not to be caught by others.
Yan Tianxing chuckled lightly, and when she saw her change the subject, he wanted to cover up the ambiguity and embarrassment, and he released her very cooperatively.
"It depends on your performance."
Stand up straight, Yan Tianxing speaks unhurriedly.
"Huh?" Mo Shangyun squinted lightly, and the moment he raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight?"
"Why," Yan Tianxing smiled more deeply between his eyes, "Would you like to cooperate?"
"It depends on the mood."
Clapped his hands, Mo Shangyun stood up.
Sweeping his eyes at the water cup on the table, Mo Shangyun thought, so as not to waste it, he picked up the water cup and said, "Go now."
"The materials are not ready yet?" Yan Tianxing squinted at her.
Although Mo Shangyun usually looks like a fool, she still does her best to work.
For a long time, Mo Shangyun has known to find shortcuts in his work and complete more tasks in the least amount of time.
In other words, very efficient.
It is possible that Xiao Chuyun may not prepare all the information, but this kind of thing will never happen to Mo Shangyun.
"It's almost there," Old God Mo Shangyun was saying, then he leisurely walked around the desk and added, "While the latest regulations have not yet been implemented, give someone a call."
After finishing speaking, I walked past the desk and walked out of the office door in the blink of an eye.
Who to call?
Yan Tianxing twisted his brows lightly.
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Mo Shangyun returned to the office.
Duan Zimu is still working overtime to sort out the results and data of shooting training.
Mo Shangyun guessed that it was not that the jokes were really unfinished, but that he didn't want to be singled out to find faults, so he took more time to make more adequate preparations.
After a few glances at Duan Zimu, Mo Shangyun came to his desk.
"I remember you asked to pay attention to 266, Shen Qianqian."
As soon as he sat down, Mo Shangyun heard Duan Zimu's voice.
"Hmm."
Mo Shangyun nodded slightly.
There is such a thing.
But even if Duan Zimu pays attention...
Mo Shangyun has seen shooting results, and Shen Qianqian's results have not improved.
"She has a mental disorder." Duan Zimu looked at the screen and wrote lightly.
Mo Shangyun had a meal, "Afraid of guns?"
"Almost." Duanzi asked.
"You only found out now?" Mo Shangyun frowned.
One-third of the training camp has passed. The trainees under his team have psychological barriers to shooting. As a shooting instructor, Duan Zimu doesn't even know?
Mo Shangyun casually glanced at the two bars on Duan Zimu's shoulders.
If it is one level lower...
Mo Shangyun silently retracted this naive expectation.
Hearing Mo Shangyun's disgusting tone, Duan Zimu turned his head to look at her helplessly, and just wanted to say "Shen Qianqian's performance is not obvious", but he still didn't say anything.
Explaining at this time is tantamount to making excuses for yourself.
Don't give your own impression value continuously lose points.
"Attention next time."
Duan Zimu changed into a more serious tone.
"There is progress."
At this moment, Mo Shangyun had already taken out his cell phone to make a call, and answered Duan Zimu perfunctorily.
However, even if it is "perfunctory", it gives people a feeling of being coached by the leader.
Duan Zimu: "..."
He doesn't understand, too. How could he...feel a person like Mo Shangyun who is so venomous and sluggish?
Duan Zimu continued to organize the previous information with doubts about himself.
Mo Shangyun stood up, walked to the window, opened the window, and talked to Lang Yan on the phone.
It's nothing more than to inquire about Erlian's performance since this month, and tap Lang Yan's performance by the way.
Lang Yan is sincere. It's rare to see his deputy company commander call back, and he told Mo Shangyun about the situation of the second company and even the entire reconnaissance camp.
This is nearly half an hour.
There is a basket of big things and small things, why two companies have made enemies with one company, three companies, what kind of training, they have been fighting. The skirmishes continued, and even a few words could cause a fight.
However, the impact was not significant, anyway, after finishing the fight, after doing ideological work, he was still a comrade in arms.
Mo Shangyun listened, thinking that they were still PKing here. Neither Group A nor Group B had any conflicts in private. The soldiers on the reconnaissance battalion have been together for so long, and they are still making a lot of noise. , It's a bit shameful.
The intensity of punctual training is too small, and I am in a panic.
So, taking advantage of not going to check the house, and having a lot of free time, Mo Shangyun gave Lang Yan a few damage tricks.
"Hehe," Lang Yan laughed on the phone after listening, and spared no effort to harm her, "Mu Fulian, is your heart as black as always?"
"Company commander," Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes, "Such words will hurt our revolutionary friendship."
"Puff--"
On the other side of the phone, Lang Yan sprayed the instructor's face with water.
－－－－－－Off topic－－－－－－
Think about Long as the company commander, take it out for a stroll.
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Say something nice, (*/ω╲*) Continue to love me and praise me, maybe it’s better.