Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Mo Shangyun, who forcibly pulled Liang Zhiqiong into the group, did not tell Liang Zhiqiong this bad news this night.

However, Mo Shangjun still participated in the follow-up training of Bai Lizhao.

I have to admit that Bai Lizhao's training arrangement is very unscientific. All the high-intensity training is arranged together. The rest period is extremely short, and I will continue to participate in the follow-up subjects before I can relax.

Therefore, Mo Shangyun mobilized Bai Lizhao's training a little bit, at least the high-intensity and low-intensity crossovers, so that those who are not human like Bai Lizhao can easily relax.

Bai Lizhao did not know whether this arrangement of Mo Shangyun was effective, but she can be sure that this night, she was not as cursed as before, and there was no hoarse pain in her throat.

That's right, she has fewer chances to swear.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Bai Lizhao still felt that the replacement of Mo Shangyun had a certain effect.

Ten p.m.

Mo Shangyun was about to go back to his home, but before he successfully left, he was stopped by Bai Lizhao.

Baili Zhaodao: "Mo Shangyun, there are five 500 at a time."

As if doubting his hearing, Mo Shangyun turned around and looked carefully at the group of half-dead students. He seemed unable to ask Bai Lizhao with certainty, "What are you talking about?"

After looking at it, I insisted on the present Mo Shangyun. Although Bai Lizhao was strange about Mo Shangyun's reaction, he still repeated the previous words faithfully.

Mo Shangjun raised his hand and touched his ear, and asked inconceivably: "Excuse me, do you know how to write the four words "eager to be successful"?"

Do nothing excessively.

Although it is extremely unlikely that it will fall on the training ground, extreme training should not be excessive. It will cause excessive damage to the body and will affect subsequent training.

Even more, good health.

As for the training level tonight, for those people, it is enough.

There are five more 500, which is beyond their acceptance.

Frowning, Baili Zhao said: "They also came here yesterday."

Mo Shangyun was happy, "But do you think they are in better condition than yesterday?"

Bai Lizhao looked around for a while, and finally said: "It will take a few days to adapt."

"..."

Mo Shangyun was speechless.

Seeing that there was something wrong with Mo Shangjun's expression, Bai Lizhao looked at them again.

Um... It's a bit worse than yesterday.

"Otherwise," Bai Lizhao hesitated, and then said, "That's all for today."

"Yay!"

"God, am I dreaming?!"

"Liberated, liberated, who will pull me, I will go to the dormitory to sleep on the floor!"

...

A group of people who were just pretending to die suddenly jumped alive.

However, this only exists for a few seconds.

Because after the excitement, they really found out-they couldn't move.

So there was a cry of grief, this one was called the drag, the other was called this, and after getting up hard, they all bid farewell one by one hundred miles, and then helped each other toward the dormitory building.

Bai Lizhao thought that Mo Shangyun might be right.

Mo Shangyun shrugged and planned to go back.

However, the sky is not satisfactory.

A jeep, who looked familiar, emerged from the field of vision and looked straight in her direction.

A glimpse of the plate number that remembers melons, and the corners of the mouth are slightly drawn, and suddenly there is an ominous hunch.

Oh shit.

These two hours have always felt that the right eyelid is jumping, she feels something...

The jeep stopped.

The door didn't open, but stretched out a familiar hand and was making a gesture in the direction of Ink Yun.

The meaning is clear, but Mo Shangyun translates to-"roll over."

Invisible, Mo Shangjun seemed to hear Yan Tianxing say the three words himself, so somehow he was a little irritable, but he was depressed and unhappy, trotting to the jeep.

Stand still.

As soon as he lowered his head, Mo Shangyun saw Yan Tianxing sitting idly in the car. The beautiful and evil face was hidden in a dark place. Noticing that Mo Shangyun was approaching, he raised his eyelid and looked at Mo Shangyun.

That posture, don't mention more hateful.

If it weren't for his handsome look, Mo Shangyun might have punched him with a punch.

"report!"

This time, even without salute, Mo Shangyun stood straight and shouted directly.

With his elbow on the open window, Yan Tian Xing leaned over the probe, his face suddenly appeared in the light of the street lamp, and in an instant, he could see the ink missing.

Damn, just because he looks good, he comes out every day.

Mo Shangyun thought so.

At the same time, Yan Tianxing had a little smile in his eyes, and asked Mo Shangyun with a tone of consultation: "How many laps do you think are appropriate tonight?"

Mo Shangyun was stunned, and thereafter, he showed the expression of "sure enough".

The so-called "public communion of the communique" is definitely not as simple as the 50 laps last night.

The fifty laps yesterday should be just the beginning.

Mo Shangyun asked frankly, "Can you report less?"

Yan Tianxing raised his lips and asked, "What do you say?"

After a pause, Mo Shangyun asked again: "Can you run together?"

After thinking about it for her, Yan Tianxing replied: "A dream is fine."

"51 laps!"

Mo Shangjun cuts the nail.

Upon hearing the sound, Yan Tianxing nodded in agreement, "Yes, then 60 circles."

"..."

Seeing Yan Tian Xing Yi said so shamelessly, Mo Shangyun suddenly did not know how to spit him.