Dusk is over, the sky is full of sunset.
Pedestrians are in a hurry on the road.
Since it was time for get off work and school, the streets were no longer so depressing. There were a few more pedestrians, and the warm yellow light hit them, and a long shadow was drawn on the ground.
Mo Shangyun was sitting in a noodle restaurant, eating a bowl of wontons that had just come out of the pot.
The soup ravioli was still steaming hot, biting her tongue in her mouth, so she took a few sips slowly before putting the ravioli in her mouth, so that the temperature was just right.
Ding Jing was sitting opposite, with a bowl of hot and sour noodles in front of her, which was also very hot, and she added an extra amount of chili, but she put it into her mouth without changing her face, one bite after another, making people suspicious of her. There is no sense of taste.
"Why do you eat so fast?"
Seeing her gobbling it, Mo Shangyun asked with a smile.
Picking up the vermicelli with chopsticks, Ding Jing blew it casually, and then replied to Mo Shangyun, "I'm used to it."
-got used to.
The answer was unexpectedly familiar.
Mo Shangyun was stunned for a while, before thinking that he had responded to others countless times.
Yan Tianxing always likes to pick on her bad habits, and then supervise her to correct them one by one. She always says "I'm used to it" because of the relatively rigorous training, because she is alone and no one cares, because she has been in the habit for many years. Well, so she felt nothing.
But Yan Tianxing worked tirelessly to change her.
At first, it was three meals a day, and then I paid attention to my diet, and dried my hair before going to bed… many, many.
Even when she saw Ding Jing who was so similar to herself, she even had the idea of persuading Ding Jing.
After a while, Mo Shangjun said, "Eat slowly, we are not in a hurry."
"Habits can't be changed in a while."
In the blink of an eye, there was only one chopstick of vermicelli left in Ding Jing's bowl.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, "Take three bites and buy you the pendant you just fancy."
Ding Jing was stunned, "Really?"
"As a leader, you must do what you say." Mo Shangjun said in the ground.
"… Row."
Ding Jing agreed with a deal that only made a profit.
Sure enough, Ding Jing slowly divided the vermicelli into three parts, and kept blowing the vermicelli to room temperature before putting the vermicelli into his mouth and eating it slowly.
Mo Shangjun felt that he had raised a daughter.
- I don't know if Yan Tianxing would beat her to death directly if she gave birth to such a daughter.
daughter
Yan Tianxing
Realizing his sudden thought, Mo Shangyun felt a little guilty for no reason, lowered his head slightly, and continued his career of eating wontons.
"Three mouthfuls, it's over." Ding Jing put down his chopsticks as if he had completed the task. He wondered if the deal was too smooth, so he asked, "Do you want to finish the soup?"
"Need not."
Mo Shangyun couldn't help laughing and crying.
Originally, I was tempted casually, but I didn't expect Ding Jing to really care.
When I was just wandering around, Ding Jing went into a store and saw a pendant, made of silver, with a knife hanging below it, and the workmanship was quite delicate.
Ding Jing originally wanted to buy it, but firstly, she has very little cash on her body, so she can't use it casually in this situation. Second, she has stayed in the army for all these years, and basically has not had much contact with the outside world, even if she does it outside. The task, the contacts are not normal people, so even if she has heard about a mobile phone taking the world, she has never tried it, cannot make online payments, and she does not wear a bank card for salary, so I could only stare at the pendant, and finally left with regret.
In the middle, Ding Jing also had the idea of "robbery with ease", but was quickly discouraged by Mo Shangjun.
Bu Yirong seemed to be kind and gentle, but he was a black-bellied fox. Once he was provoked, even a veteran like Ding Jing could be chewed by Bu Yirong to the point of not leaving any slag.
As a result, even Ding Jing's last hope was dashed.
Now Mo Shangyun has given her another chance. Of course she is in a good mood. She will listen to what Mo Shangyun says.
So Mo Shangyun thought again, if her daughter can be tamed so easily... Well, it seems not bad.
Thinking of this, Mo Shangyun raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, trying to wake himself up a bit.
After eating hot and sour noodles, Ding Jing seemed a little dull while waiting, so he would look outside from time to time, targeting the hotel opposite, but it seemed like he was just looking at it casually.
When Mo Shangyun had almost eaten, Ding Jing looked at his watch impatiently, it was almost half past six.
"Why is this person so unpunctual?" Ding Jing muttered irritably.
After coming here for a long time, the terrain is familiar, and as a result, I haven't even seen a person.
Sad people.
Mo Shangyun chuckled, "What if there is a traffic jam."
"Can't you leave earlier?"
"I'm the boss, so I don't care about being late." Mo Shangyun said leisurely.
Ding Jing: "..." OK, she couldn't refute this.
Mo Shangyun shook his head slightly.
Just Ding Jing's unbearable temperament... She is more and more convinced that there will be accidents in the following days' stalking operations.
She only hoped that Ding Jing wouldn't make a big mess, and it would be a little embarrassing to clean up at that time.
But, unexpectedly, Mo Shangyun didn't seem to have a particularly strong idea to stop Ding Jing...
If she goes out once, just observes the goal for a few days, and does some boring things without results, then she also feels very uncomfortable.
Although for many people, it is already a great success to complete the task commanded above perfectly.
However, she and Ding Jing both have restlessness in their bodies, and the words of doing things in a proper manner and calm and calm are really a distance of 108,000 miles from them.
Another few minutes passed.
Seeing that Ding Jing was about to stand up and step on the stool, when her expression became more and more impatient, a car they were familiar with finally appeared in the field of vision - the model and license plate of this car, they have all seen in the basic information, It's Liu Ming's.
"he came."
Ding Jing said in a low voice.
Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids and glanced behind him seemingly unintentionally. Sure enough, he saw the car parked at the door of the bar, and then a middle-aged and fat figure walked down.
The Mediterranean hairstyle, the beer belly, the fat of the middle-aged man... Well, the features are very obvious, which are consistent with the photos on the document.
It was Liu Ming who was right.
He was the only one who got out of the car, and there was no trace of anyone else.
The middle-aged man with a pot belly, Liu Ming, glanced left and right after getting out of the car, and walked straight into the bar.
"Um."
Mo Shangyun responded to Ding Jing.
Ding Jing raised her eyebrows and said, "I'll go to the bar first, you can watch here."
If they just stay outside and record the time and place of his appearance, then the tracking is quite simple, and it is difficult for them to think that the tracking information will be of any importance.
Therefore, Ding Jing suggested earlier that he should stay in the bar and see if he could find out who Liu Ming was in contact with, while Mo Shangyun was guarding outside. If there is anything unusual, please contact Ding Jing at any time .
Mo Shangyun also agreed.
Mo Shangjun reminded lightly: "Don't make trouble."
"Know."
Ding Jing responded perfunctorily, as if not taking Mo Shangyun's advice to heart.
Mo Shangyun sighed.
Ding Jing had already entered the state of preparation, but he had nothing to do all afternoon, and now Xian's bones were itchy, so he couldn't wait to get up and walked into the opposite bar alone.
She was quite low-key and did not attract the attention of others.
Mo Shangyun glanced at the sunset outside, changed to the position on the right, which was convenient for observation from the corner of his eye, and then drank the wonton soup unhurriedly.
It was the rush hour for dinner, and there were a lot of people eating at this time. Although the restaurant didn't taste very good and there weren't many customers, neither the diners nor the staff noticed Mo Shangyun's action.
Mo Shangyun drank the soup, thinking about where to go next.
It's sure to be noticeable while doing it, and it's silly to sit in the car... What's the next thing to do to pass the time
"Boss, a bowl of beef noodles should be wide."
Suddenly, a familiar female voice fell into Mo Shangyun's ears.
The voice is crisp and clear, the pronunciation of words is clear, there is no dialect, and it is very standard Mandarin.
Mo Shangyun looked back in astonishment.
When I saw that familiar figure, I heard her asking again, "Do you have a tofu brain?"
"That's only in the morning." The middle-aged man who just came out of the back kitchen replied subconsciously.
"Row."
The voice replied like this, but there was no sense of loss.
Mo Shangjun pursed her lips, and there was a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth. She said loudly, "Boss, my money is on her account."
"what?"
The boss didn't return to his senses for a while, and subconsciously looked at Mo Shangjun who was sitting not far away.
He remembered that there were two people sitting there. One was the girl who was eating wontons, and the other was hot and sour noodles. He didn't pay. On the account of the newcomer... Want to eat Bawang meal
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