Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The night grew darker.

The properly packed students all walked straight towards the cafeteria.

Where Mo Shangyun was going, she would pass by the cafeteria, so she saw many people-smiled because of staying this time, heavy face worried about the future, frustrated and frustrated by losing companions... many people, many emotions.

When passing by the cafeteria, Mo Shangyun seemed to see Yan Tianxing.

——Yan Tianxing?

The name flashed through my mind, and Mo Shangyun's thoughts of where she was floating came back, so she stopped and looked carefully at the off-road vehicle not far away, vaguely, it seemed that she really saw it Yan Tianxing sitting in the car.

Then she saw a hand reach out and made a "come" gesture towards her.

Subconsciously, Mo Shangyun recalled the fear of being dominated by the running circle.

Gee.

The psychological quality is getting weaker and weaker.

Mo Shangyun sighed with emotion, and then walked towards the SUV.

In the past, Yan Tianxing opened a jeep. Although this off-road vehicle is tall, but there are no drivers who get off, so that everyone can not connect with "Yan Tianxing", so most students don’t care too much even if they see the off-road vehicle. Two glances away.

Watching Mo Shangyun approach, Yan Tianxing's elbow rested on the window, and then raised an eyebrow at her, "What's going on?"

According to Mo Shangjun's usual vigilance and observation, he should have been discovered as early as five minutes ago.

Mo Shangyun pretended to sigh, "I moved to the slums, and I am in a bad mood."

During the talk, she was already parked by the car door.

Seeing that she was pretending to be something, Yan Tianxing chuckled lightly and couldn't help raising her finger and squeezing her face.

No meat, but it feels good.

Mo Shangyun stared at him, then looked around.

Yan Tianxing let go in due course and asked, "Don't you go to the cafeteria?"

I thought Mo Shangyun would go to the cafeteria, so Yan Tianxing waited here, but looking at the direction of Mo Shangjun, it seems that the goal is not a cafeteria.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Mo Shangyun lazily said: "I moved to the slums and I have no appetite."

"..."

Yan Tianxing was speechless for a while.

I don’t know if I should spit “who should blame in the slums I went to”, or should I spit “I believe you really care about this and you’re going to get mad.

"What's the matter with me?" Mo Shangjun asked again, adding seriously, "I'm going to relax."

When questioned, Yan Tianxing froze for a moment.

From morning till night, a busy day. Just after the meeting, I thought of the "Valentine's Day" that Bu Yirong said, coupled with the news that Mo Shangyun moved to the "cyan room", so I plan to come over to find her.

I have no idea what to do.

As the year passed, the office was often visited, especially at night, when a student carrying Mo Shangyun passed by and was seen to have a bad influence on Mo Shangyun.

Thinking about it, Yan Tianxing asked: "Take you for a ride?"

Mo Shangyun shook his head, "The drive won't make up for the depression I moved to the slums."

"Are you on the slum?" Yan Tianxing was quite helpless, and then asked, "Come or not?"

After thinking for two seconds, Mo Shangyun shook his head and said, "I moved to the slum, I want to be quiet."

Yan Tian Xingtou is big, just moved to "cyan room", how could this girl become so good?

"Will you mention the'population' again?" Yan Tianxing said with a frown.

Mo Shangyun quickly changed the subject, "Speaking of it, how did you think of putting a seal on the door?"

Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows, "...the slot is here?"

"otherwise?"

Mo Shangyun asked.

"..." Too lazy to worry about her, Yan Tianxing asked, "Can't you get in the car?"

Mo Shangyun said lightly: "No."

Although she is talking nonsense with Yan Tianxing, she does have a place to go.

In normal times, she got on the bus directly.

Raising her hand to raise her brim upwards, Yan Tianxing slightly looked out, stared at her eyes, and asked with a smile: "Look at your posture, I haven't yet had a ghetto attraction?"

Mo Shangyun thought for a few seconds, seemingly tangled, and then nodded in agreement, "Maybe."

Yan Tian Xing Zhengcheng said: "Comrade Mo Xiaoyun, if you go on like this, we will have an emotional crisis."

Raising his hand and touching his chin, Mo Shangjun thought carefully, then moved forward, his elbow pressed against the window, and slightly approached Yan Tianxing.

"Yan Ye," Mo Shangyun shouted at him, and then moved his brim aside to prevent him from covering his eyes, she smiled, "If we really have an emotional crisis, would you save it?" ?"

Yan Tianxing sneered at her, "Look at the extent of your work."

Ink on Yun Jun's lips, "Isn't it a degree of mutual interaction?"

Yan Tianxing: "..."

They are already on the verge of an emotional crisis.

It's uncomfortable for no reason.

However, Mo Shangyun continued to ask: "Yeye, haven't you ever been in love?"

Yan Tian Xing Chao smiled at her, "You talked about it, didn't you talk about it?"

"Aren't you?" Mo Shangyun asked with a smile.

"..."

"..."

The two were half a catty, why bother hurting each other.

"Where do you want to go?" Yan Tianxing said, "I'll send you."

Mo Shangyun said: "You may not know that people who are admired and unsatisfied. The "distraction" that we and other mortals say is basically wandering aimlessly on two legs."

"..." Yan Tianxing squinted at her, "Do you believe me I will give you a running package that can only be completed with two legs?"

Mo Shangyun looked at him seriously, then shook his head: "It hurts more."

"..."

Yan Tianxing couldn't help but play the forehead in front of him.

When he noticed his movements, Mo Shangyun subconsciously hid back. Although he eased a little, he never escaped the actual contact.

Mo Shangyun realized afterwards that he was really a bit slow to respond today.

"Give you another chance, do you walk on two legs or go for a ride?"

"...Walk."

After hesitating, Mo Shangyun gave the answer.

Yan Tianxing's brows were slightly moved, and he could see it clearly-Mo Shangyun didn't know anything about the so-called Valentine's Day.

In other words, she didn't even realize what day it was.

However, without reminders, he might not remember.

There are too many things, one thing after another, when there is no time to vacate, so occasionally, they will forget the people who should occupy an important position.

"Hold it."

Without forcing ink on Jun, Yan Tianxing threw the same thing over.

Mo Shangyun spread his left hand, and soon found out that it was a few pieces of chocolate...it was all military.

The corner of Mo Shangjun's mouth slightly pumped: "Is it chocolate?"

Yan Tianxing said slowly: "There was still a dinner, but for your refusal...too late."

"What dinner?" Mo Shangyun asked, stunned.

Yan Tianxing said: "Barbecue."

It’s just that it takes a while to prepare the barbecue ingredients, and you can’t eat it right away. At best it’s a supper.

"..."

Mo Shangyun was obviously hesitating.

Yan Tianxing saw it and said, "It's too late to regret it now."

"...Forget it."

Mo Shangyun endured the pain.

The opportunity was given again and again, but the result was rejected.

Yan Tianxing was ignited, and he could see Mo Shangyun's sad expression, and he never vented this little flame.

"Leave." Yan Tianxing said, "I will perform well next week. I will consider giving you special training if you don't get Chiqi."

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun didn't care about it.

Yan Tianxing frowned, started the car, and left.

This girl...too conscious of being a girlfriend.

Holding the pieces of chocolate in his hand, Mo Shangyun hung his hands down, leaning his head to look at the off-road vehicle, his lips slightly hooked, and then shrugged.

Unfortunately, a barbecue...

Mo Shangyun thought so.

However, what she got was a "cyan flag", and Yan Tianxing still wanted to celebrate her going to the "Public Burrow"?

I don't know what day of the day Mo Shangyun put the chocolate in his pocket, and then took back his eyes and walked to where she was going.

*

The Military District Hospital is near the gS9 base and is close to the recruit training base.

The hospital is far away from the city, mainly for the service of the soldiers, and the amount of training for the upcoming New Year is not as good as in the past, and there are no exercises, so there are very few soldiers with broken bones.

The psychiatric department is on the fourth floor, and the doctors are too busy to talk about academic issues, such as the manifestations and coping styles of fighters' post-traumatic stress disorder.

Song Xiuliang has a separate office, but he really has nothing to do, so he sits in an office chair and browses patient files.

A survey was done a year ago, and all the fighters are more or less awkward-of course, there is no way for a person with complete mental health to exist. Even the gS9 team like Yan Tianxing, who exists like a god, has problems.

Oh, too.

It just has no effect.

In the silent office, only the sound of the file being opened could be heard.

"Hey."

Somehow, Song Xiuliang was a little auditory.

The idle and melodious tone suddenly sounded, and he couldn't help reminding him of Mo Shangyun, the patient who took over when he was just preparing for the "actual combat" a few years ago.

A young military school student with an extremely strong family background does not seem to be able to raise a child in an ordinary military family. Although the roots are red, it has a chilling fierce. When you calm down, it is kind of unpleasant. Ruff.

She, who was supposed to be mortal, was rescued at the scene of the explosion and did not know what she experienced and what she saw.

At that time, she was 18 years old and had just grown up.

It was the time of youth, crawling back from the edge of death, and losing the master who had been with him for many years.

However, in his memory, when he had never seen her hysterical, she just tried to emphasize that everything was normal, and then, when he was cheap and questioning, he used nothing to speak, and directly used violence to cover up all the words she did not want to hear.

He is a person who likes to escape with violence.

But when I saw her recently, I felt... she seemed to have changed a lot.

I used to be stabbed, and I didn't believe people for a long time. But he occasionally went to watch recently, and found that besides her self-confidence and self-confidence, she was restrained and soft. It seemed that she also met a group of good friends.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

This time it was the sound of the window glass being knocked, very obvious.

There is strong wind outside the window, occasionally blowing the window that is not strong, but the sound is not as good as it was at this time...Now it is like being deliberately knocked on by someone, and there is a sense of rhythm.

Not auditory!

Song Xiuliang recovered suddenly.

He stunned and looked subconsciously towards the window, but he saw that there was nothing outside the window. There was nothing. He could hear the screaming wind and even the shadows of the shaking trees outside.

He is on the fourth floor...

Song Xiuliang squeezed cold sweat for himself.

So good, have hallucinations?

Looking down on the window, Song Xiuliang's expression was inevitably nervous.

Just thinking that things are fascinating, I am not sure whether the sound just heard is auditory or real, so I am at a loss at the moment... They are soldiers, it seems that they have the ability to go to the wall?

However, there is indeed nothing outside.

Street lights and buildings can be seen only far away.

Outside, I am afraid that even pedestrians are rare.

As a result, enveloped materialist Song Xiuliang and Doctor Song calmly got up from the chair and steadily walked towards the window.

Stand still.

This is a newly built building, with casement windows that can be opened by pushing it aside.

However, Song Xiuliang stood for three seconds before reaching out and pushing the window aside.

At that moment, the bitter cold wind from outside screamed inward, and Song Xiuliang felt cold and inspiring.

At the same time, a hand appeared on the window, and it was also in sight.

It was a woman's hand, and her finger knuckles were clear and slender, and they looked pretty—but only if you ignored the fleshy wound at the finger knuckles.

The next second, the other hand appeared, the back of the hand without injury, which proved Song Xiuliang's view that "hands look good".

Song Xiuliang thought about the possibility of closing the window.

However, before this conclusion was reached, the master of the two hands propped up and jumped directly into Song Xiuliang's field of vision. Almost in a blink of an eye, before she could see how she acted, she saw her squat. On the window, a gust of wind blew behind her, short hair and collar under the brim of the hat were shaking, and the handsome and dashing handsomeness rushed to the face, but it might feel like a sudden cardiac arrest.

Xu had certain psychological qualities, but Xu was calmed down when he was too stimulated, so Song Xiuliang couldn't figure out how it felt, but silently looked at the windows that suddenly appeared on the window-Mo, Shang, Yun.

"Boom. Boom. Boom."

Mo Shangjun stretched out his left hand, **** bent slightly, and knocked on the window.

In this case, she still has to pay attention to a sense of rhythm, and the movement is almost the same.

"Dr. Song, I haven't seen you for a long time." Mo Shangyun raised an eyebrow at the numbness of Dr. Jun Lang, who was numb.

"..." Song Xiuliang asked silently: "Student Mo Shangyun, should I call the police now?"

"Yes." Mo Shangyun agreed, and then looked at Song Xiuliang, who was standing in front of him, and swept left and right, asking, "Do you want to make a place for me to jump down; or continue to pestle here , Let me roll over you?"

"..."

In view of the challenge of turning over the head, the risk factor is relatively large for himself, Song Xiuliang took a few steps back with a headache.

Mo Shangyun jumped lightly from the window, and at the moment of landing, the window door was closed.

The roaring wind stopped abruptly.

Calm in the office.

Everything is the same as before... except that there are more individuals.

Fortunately, because Mo Shangyun had given himself too many "surprise" before, so now seeing such a scene, Song Xiuliang quickly calmed himself down.

With a sigh, Song Xiuliang asked, "Student Mo Shangyun, are you here to see a doctor, or are you talking about the old?"

Mo Shangjun resolutely said: "See a doctor."

"..."

Song Xiuliang felt that the shock at the moment was more than ten times greater than just now.

see a doctor? !

In his lifetime, can he see Mo Shangyun admitting the sentence "sick"? !

Song Xiuliang took off the gold-rimmed glasses, then raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose to ensure that he was now awake.

After repeatedly confirming that he was not in an illusion, Song Xiuliang slowly put on his glasses.

Then, he saw Mo Shangyun stretched his right hand towards him, with his back facing up, and then said in a casual tone: "Hey, help me get some medicine."

Song Xiuliang: "..."

If the alarm can send Mo Shangyun away, Song Xiuliang does have the urge to alarm at the moment.

"Student Mo Shangjun, I think you need to recognize the fact that the psychiatric department is not responsible for trauma." After that, Song Xiuliang glanced at Mo Shangjun's hand again, "You can deal with this injury. "

It looked a bit miserable, after all, it was just a skin trauma.

Just a little bit of treatment.

——Mo Shangyun is definitely not specifically for bandaging.

"Hey," Mo Shangyun pretended to sigh and shook his head, "I'm not going to find an excuse to see old friends on purpose. In this case, I'll go first..."

With that said, Mo Shangyun intends to open the window.

"Eh!"

Song Xiuliang quickly stopped her.

"Go over there and sit." Song Xiuliang pointed to the chair in front of the desk.

"Row!"

Mo Shangyun shrugged, walked over there, raised the chair, and sat down.

Because Mo Shangyun didn't hurt her hand so much, Song Xiuliang poured her a glass of water first.

"Why don't you walk through the door?" Song Xiuliang asked, putting the glass down.

Mo Shangyun handed him a look, "As you said, the psychiatrist does not look at trauma."

Song Xiuliang: "..."

If it weren’t for Mr. Mo Shangyun’s inferiority here, maybe he really believed.