Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 313, what happened to the left ear? [2 more]

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Today's training was led by Zhang Zhenglai. Mo Shangyun didn't need to go to the training ground to supervise. He just seized this opportunity to study the information given by the instructor.

This study is the whole afternoon.

When she recovered, it was dark outside.

Stretched, Mo Shangyun took out his mobile phone from the drawer, and planned to ask if Yan Tianxing was there. I didn't expect the screen to turn on. I just caught a glimpse of the message from Yan Tianxing half an hour ago and saw the new phone call. Come here.

A closer look—Xiao Yi.

Mo Shangyun pursed his lips slightly with the movement of the mobile phone, and then took the answer quietly.

"Xiao Yi."

Handing the phone to his ear, Mo Shangyun shouted directly.

"Deputy Company Commander Mo." Xiao Yi on the phone greeted her.

After a pause, Mo Shangyun asked, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I just want to tell you that Shen Qing is leaving tomorrow." After a pause, Xiao Yi added, "I'll be with her."

"Where to go?" Mo Shangyun's expression was slightly condensed.

"I don't know. Let's go around first and relax." Xiao Yi said, "She plans to change jobs when she comes back."

"Hmm."

"Also, she doesn't blame you."

Mo Shangyun said nothing.

Then, she heard Xiao Yi continue to say: "Some time ago, Zheng Su came here several times. At first, Shen Qing didn't want to see her. Later, she found an opportunity to chat with Shen Qing. It should be fine , Shen Qing does not intend to pursue it anymore."

Speaking of this, Xiao Yi's tone is a bit heavy, "Vice Commander Mo, they will all come out."

For a long time, Mo Shangyun responded, "Yes."

Xiao Yi has nothing else to do, just want to report to Mo Shangyun.

Although Mo Shangyun did not appear to be too obvious, he must have paid attention to Shen Qing and Zheng Su.

Now that the matter has a preliminary ending, and it is moving in a good direction, Xiao Yi feels that it is necessary to talk to Mo Shangyun.

In the future, they estimate that there will be few opportunities for contact.

Mo Shangyun didn't show any concern or condolences. He only said that if there is anything he can help, he can find her in the future.

Then Shuangshuang hung up the phone.

At the end of this call, Mo Shangyun thought for a while, and couldn't tell whether it was light or heavy.

All development is their own choice.

As for her, she is just a bystander.

Absent-mindedly playing with the phone, Mo Shangyun's thoughts drifted a little, and suddenly saw the phone vibrating. For a moment, she thought it was Yan Tianxing calling, but the phone stopped, she glanced, but saw an unexpected note. ——

[Song Xiuliang].

Wipe.

Mo Shangyun didn't even think about it, so he refused.

Within two seconds, the call came again.

It's still Song Xiuliang.

Mo Shangyun refused, then turned off decisively, and the phone was thrown into the drawer.

She was about to get up and leave.

Yes, I heard the landline on Lang Yan's desk ring without even leaving the door.

Mo Shangyun turned around unbearably, walked to Lang Yan's desk, and answered the phone.

"Hello."

Mo Shangyun's tone is really not good, even a little bit aggressive.

Brows furrowed, her expression gloomy, and she can't wait to smash the landline.

"Mo Shangyun, this is your typical escape mentality." There was a slow voice over the phone. It sounded very young and the tone was very gentle. After speaking, he added slowly. "But you didn't block my phone. I was quite surprised."

"What's the matter?" Mo Shangyun didn't have a good air.

"I thought of you after turning over the medical records, so I will make a return visit." Song Xiuliang explained, and then asked, "How is the left ear?"

"Very good."

Mo Shangyun answered without even thinking about it.

"Then there is a problem." Song Xiuliang said confidently.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Shangyun didn’t bother to talk to him, "How did you find this phone?"

"I asked for your dad." Song Xiuliang said frankly.

Go!

Mo Shangyun twisted his brows and clicked the phone to hang up.

At the same time, the phone line was also unplugged.

Fuck.

It's been so long, still lingering, and sick.

Mo Shangyun thought so, and walked out the office door with a sullen face.

The moment I stepped out, I heard the voice of the soldier downstairs and unconsciously raised his hand and touched his left ear.

When I realized it, I stopped and forced my hands down.

*

With a call from Song Xiuliang, Ge Ying, Mo Shangyun ate a meal in the cafeteria, then went to a company commander Chen Ke to eat melon seeds for two hours, and waited until the evening training was almost over. She bid farewell to Chen Ke who was so angry that she didn't know what to do.

"Company Chief Chen."

Halfway, Mo Shangyun stopped again.

"What are you doing?" Chen Ke gave her an angry look.

He peeled melon seeds for half an hour, and Mo Shangyun sent a word to the two soldiers standing guard outside.

The enmity of melon seeds is not shared.

Chen Ke doesn't want to talk to her now.

"No, I'm going to the far gate tomorrow, next month to the navy, and next month to be transferred away... Whether this can come back or not, it doesn't matter." He shook his head and looked at Chen Ke very regretfully, "My brother will not get together for many days, won't you give me away?"

When Chen Ke heard the sound, he almost didn't lift the desk.

Brothers? !

Who told her brother? !

However, even if he was furious, Chen Ke pondered for three seconds, guessing that Mo Shangyun would not let it go, so he got up from the chair with a look of bitterness and hatred, and sullenly sent her, the plague god, to the door.

Mo Shangyun was satisfied. Before leaving, he was in a good posture with the brothers and patted him on the shoulder.

Chen Ke: "..."

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As Yan control, I can’t help but change the previously set bad old man (actually a middle-aged uncle) to a young, handsome and golden little brother...