"dad."
Just one word.
Her tone was stiff and her voice was calm. It was a very close name, but when she said it, she felt a little more alienated.
It doesn't sound like it's biological, but those who dare to take this attitude are unlikely to be adopted.
The four officers looked at each other, and even they were a little puzzled, and they were a little nervous.
The officer holding the phone silently pressed the speakerphone.
He pondered over the phone.
Immediately, a calm and serious question came, "What happened?"
The officer who helped pick up the phone heard the sound and couldn't help feeling agitated. There was a sense of pressure sinking from his heart. For a time, he was so nervous that he swallowed his saliva and looked erratic.
I couldn't stop thinking about it in my heart. With such a father, after years and months of polishing, it is not difficult to understand that Mo Shangyun would be so calm when facing their interrogation.
"Meet the Black Eagle," Mo Shangjun paused for a while, and then said clearly, "I moved my hand."
Moved.
A fierce life-and-death struggle, when her life was hanging on the waistband of her pants, was brought by her with a few understatements.
There was silence.
After a while, the officer on the phone couldn't hold back and leaned down slightly, "May I ask who you are?"
"My name is Mo Cang."
There was a cold voice over there, a little impatient.
Officers: "..."
Wouldn't it be... the Mo Cang they were thinking of
The commander of the Beijing Military Region, whose name is exactly this pronunciation.
The officer holding the phone felt his hands begin to tremble.
Lying down... in the trough!
Did he just talk to that person
His mind was in chaos, and he began to reflect on whether he had a good tone just now.
It's not that I'm afraid because of the high rank, but that I've heard the name of this person for a long time, and all kinds of glorious deeds are so memorable that I can't stop being excited, happy, and feel honored after just saying one sentence.
Of course—
Mo Cang didn't communicate with them too much. After saying his name, he hung up the phone.
Asking for "help" from Mo Shangjun is not as easy as figuring out the ins and outs of things by himself.
But he hung up the phone, and the atmosphere in this room fell into an extreme weirdness.
Looking at the phone and Mo Shangyun, the officers were a little overwhelmed, and gradually they felt a little nervous.
have to.
They are all surnamed Mo, and Mo Shangyun's true identity is appropriate.
Although they acted impartially and acted in accordance with the procedures, they all disturbed such a big man. It is estimated that there is indeed a "secret" behind this incident that they cannot touch. This "interrogation" is probably the end of it .
Wait for the notification above.
Night falls.
Mo Shangyun walked steadily and slowly walked out of the gray-white building.
Nearly seven o'clock, the night was completely dark, the street lights were lit on both sides of the road, and the trees and flower beds were all shrouded in the dim light, swaying gently, and the shadows of the trees were whirling.
There was a bleak cold wind blowing head-on, chilling, brushing across the cheeks, hair tips, and drilling into the collar and cuffs, depriving her of the temperature with an extremely powerful attitude.
It was dark and a little cold.
Rounding a corner, Mo Shangyun stopped.
She met Yan Tianxing.
The jeep was parked on the side of the road, and he stood beside the car, standing idly and tall and straight. The shadow of the tree and the light of the lamp alternated on him in the wind, disappearing and appearing.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyes, his eyes swept over him, and then focused on his face.
The outline is deep, the facial features are handsome, and he looks like a monster. His eyebrows are raised and his eyes are hooked, which is fascinating and intoxicating.
Somewhat familiar, yet quite unfamiliar.
However, in just a few hours, Mo Shangyun felt that a long time had passed, and somehow, he felt a little strange.
Paused, walked towards him.
Yan Tianxing saw at first sight that something was wrong with her.
Looking at him, he was not as flirtatious, interesting, and scrutinized as before, calm and calm, without the slightest sense of familiarity.
Again, a little cooler.
He clearly came towards him, but he pulled the distance very far.
Yan Tianxing opened the car door for her.
The position behind the co-pilot.
Before Mo Shangjun got into the car, he glanced at him, but did not speak.
Seeing her sit in, Yan Tianxing closed the door, then went around the front of the car and sat in the driving position.
Before starting the car, Yan Tianxing turned on the headlights and glanced at the rearview mirror.
Sitting restlessly, she was lying reclining, leaning against the left side door, her legs were placed horizontally, the legs were too long and there was not enough space, she slightly bent one leg, the other was placed under the position, her head was slightly tilted, and From the window glass, Yan Tianxing could see her attractive long neck and beautiful chin, the light inside and outside the car hit her, her skin was surprisingly white, her body was covered with a layer of light, and her curved lines were soft.
The unrestrained and casual sitting posture should have been released, but at this moment, all the aura was hidden.
It is her habit to find the most comfortable sitting position, and at this time, she is not willing to convey her emotions, publicity, strength, arrogance, those auras that can be distinguished at a glance, all disappear without a trace.
It feels subtle, but not inconsistent.
She's just trying to reduce her presence as much as possible.
Silent, not ostentatious, not revealing, but I got used to her sharpness, and suddenly I saw such a scene...
A little indescribable taste.
Yan Tianxing silently retracted his sight and drove the car to the reconnaissance camp.
An hour away.
Mo Shangyun rested for a while in the car.
Nai He's wound hurts. He just fell into a drowsy sleep and suddenly wakes up again. Once or twice, Mo Shangyun was too lazy to continue to sleep. He opened the car window halfway, raised his head slightly, and jumped over the car window to see the night outside.
This is not an urban area, there are no neon lights, thousands of lights, and bustling streets. Some are icy winds, whistling in, hanging on the skin, with a tingling pain; there are also dark nights, decorated with a few stars, hanging alone , isolated and helpless; there are also street lights by the road, continuous mountains, mountain villages hidden in a corner, and occasionally overtaken vehicles...
The beautiful brows gradually twitched.
"Yan Tianxing."
Mo Shangyun suddenly made a sound.
The cool voice, the articulation is clear, and the words are calm, and the cold wind is tossed away as soon as he exits, which is a bit abrupt, but it still falls into Yan Tianxing's ears.
Yan Tianxing raised his eyes slightly and looked at her through the rearview mirror, but he couldn't see her face for a while, he could only see her idle sitting posture, as before, unchanged.
"In the future, stay away from me." Mo Shangjun said almost indifferently.
121. I don't like to eat grass.