Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

In view of Mo Shangjun's personal accomplishment, and because Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing had so little grudges, Duan Zimu thought about his easy life, and finally decided to submit to Mo Shangjun's prostitution.

"You say, I do." Duan Zimu expressed a compromise.

Mo Shangyun tickled his finger at him.

Duanzi Muwei paused, approached her slightly, and listened with his ear.

Mo Shangyun whispered the plan.

at the same time--

"Eh, look."

Picking up equipment at the corner, 345 greeted the students around him.

Everyone immediately looked up and saw the picture of Mo Shangjun talking with Duan Zimu's ear.

This scene also fell into the eyes of Qin Lian, who was left behind by the aberration.

Qin Lian Yin face, frowned immediately.

"Seriously, Instructor Mo stood with Instructor Duan, and he really looked like Lang Cai."

"The relationship between them has always been very good. I don't know if it was a good collusion. During the assessment in March, two of their instructors went to become students. Now a shooting instructor and a fighting instructor feel unfathomable. Gee. ."

"Shhh-be quiet, don't gossip."

"What's the matter? One looks handsome, the other looks beautiful, and I'm not allowed to YY anymore?"

"These two admirers among the students are still better to say less. Besides, it's a private matter of people. Let's worry about ourselves."

"Okay, I won't say it. But seriously, both of them are called a match regardless of age, rank, status..."

"..."

Under the control of the conscious mind and the gaze of the new instructor, the argument gradually became silent.

Mo Shangjun and Duan Zimu discussed the matter, but they were separated by a little distance.

Qin Lian stood at the same place, glanced over there with gloomy eyes, a little unwillingness appeared faintly in her expression.

It was half-sounding before slowly taking back his sight.

*

In the evening training at night, Mo Shangjun once again took a leave with Zhong Tianhao, but did not go.

Duan Zimu and Shen Qianqian disappeared with her.

In the evening, it was 7:10.

Shen Qianqian followed Mo Shangyun and came all the way to the mountain near the base.

Mo Shangjun held a flashlight, illuminating the road ahead, and Shen Qianqian followed, lest her vision fall into darkness.

"Instructor Mo, where are you going to take me?"

After walking half a mountain, Shen Qianqin couldn't help questioning Mo Shangyun.

After walking for half an hour, Mo Shangyun was still striding steadily, but she had already begun to gasp.

Just taking her to climb the mountain alone, Shen Qianqian felt strange.

"Special shooting training."

When Mo Shangjun answered, the movements under his feet were not idle at all.

Shen Qianqin was shocked, "You know?"

"Ok."

Mo Shangjun responded faintly.

With a move in her heart, Shen Qianqian suddenly felt that her steps were easier. She speeded up to keep up with Mo Shangyun and asked, "What special training?"

To be honest, shooting training has been the biggest headache for her since this month.

Most of her points are deducted from shooting training.

She knew what was wrong with her, but she could not control the tension with a gun at one end.

Every time you shoot, you will subconsciously think of the bullet that almost shot into Wang Jie's body, and then the cold sweat.

She tried **** her own, and Wang Jie also helped her many times, but it has not been overcome so far.

Over time, the situation not only did not improve, but became more and more afraid of touching the gun.

For her, every shooting training is a kind of psychological and physical torture.

Mo Shangyun turned the flashlight in his hand and casually spit out two words, "Follow."

There was absolutely no intention to tell Shen Qianqian in advance.

She is moving faster and faster.

Shen Qianqian hadn't responded yet. The distance from Mo Shangyun was getting farther and farther. When he kept up with the speed of Mo Shangyun in a panic, he almost didn't fall.

So, Shen Qianqian thought about the "shooting special training" while thinking about the perverted physical fitness of Mo Shangjun.

After walking for more than half an hour, Mo Shangjun was not blushing or panting, and he didn't even mean to rest for a while, and the pace at his feet was incredible.

Shen Qianqian, who thought her physical fitness was passable, was almost not tossed to death by her.

Next, I walked another three kilometers.

Mo Shangyun finally stopped on an open space.

As soon as he stopped, Shen Qianqian bent down and supported his knees with both hands, panting quickly.

In the second half, Shen Qianqian basically relied on trotting to keep up with the speed of ink painting.

When she was panting, Shen Qianqian heard Mo Shangyun moving in front of her. She stood up and looked forward.

On Mo Shangjun, a flashlight was lit in his hand. After hearing the rustling sound of walking on the grass, Shen Qianqin waited for two seconds before seeing a black figure approaching, and then walked to the edge of the flashlight, gradually seeing clearly.

Shen Qianqin narrowed his eyes and looked closely for a while, only to find that it was the shooting instructor and Duan Zimu.

Seeing Duan Zimu's face that didn't care about anything at all, Shen Qianqian's heart suddenly snapped, and was a little flattered.

Mo Shangyun turned out to have... invited the shooting instructor? !

Wouldn't it be, to train her specifically?

Shen Qianqian was flustered, even a little overwhelmed.

Mo Shangyun came to care about her shooting performance, which has greatly improved her favorability with Mo Shangyun. Whatever she did, she couldn't hate Mo Shangyun.

Shen Qianqin whispered in her heart, thinking if Mo Shangyun would buy people's hearts like this...it was really unbelievable.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

Suddenly unhappy, I felt that I was writing garbage.

There is one more situation, which may not be written.

First go to nibbling seeds to ease the restless mood, ah ah.