After the three of them had eaten, Si Sheng took out a deck of cards, and the three of them got together to play for a while.
After waiting for Su Heng and the young master to come back, Si Sheng got out and left, went to Su Heng to ask for a room, and kicked Su Heng to the young master's room with another kick.
Su Heng was tired enough to hang out with the young master. He came over to say hello and left. He also left some food for the two of them. When he was helping Si Sheng to buy Mala Tang, he thought of them and bought some. , but when I mentioned it to the young master, the young master bought a lot of them very generously.
So, the coffee table that had just been cleaned was put on a pile of food again.
"Your brother..." Ding Jing looked at the table full of food coldly, and could only sigh, "It's so warm."
"Um."
This point, Mo Shangyun agreed.
The younger sister is beautiful and kind, and the older brother is handsome and enthusiastic... That's right.
Ding Jing took a bag of snacks, tore it open, and asked, "Is there any news from the team?"
"Well." Mo Shangyun responded.
Ding Jing squinted at her, "Then you always play with your phone?"
As soon as Shi Sheng left, Mo Shangyun never put down his phone.
Mo Shangjun returned the message attentively, "Chat with Team Yan."
"Fuck, leapfrog, you are!" Ding Jing was surprised, but he shoved food into his mouth calmly.
After replying to the message and putting the phone on the table, Mo Shangyun shrugged helplessly, "I wanted to talk a little bit, but I didn't succeed."
"It's not delicious, I'll give it to you."
Ding Jing stuffed the bag of snacks into Mo Shangyun's hand.
That posture, of course.
Ding Jing clapped her hands and stood up, stretched her waist, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Mo Shangyun shook his head and chuckled, and took two bites of the unpalatable snacks in Ding Jing's mouth. He felt that the taste was not bad, so he continued to chat with Yan Tianxing while eating the snacks.
Yan Tianxing estimated that there was nothing to do, and the information was returned quite quickly.
That is, he didn't say anything important, and he played Tai Chi with her with ease.
Mo Shangjun: Then I'll spread it out, when will our mission end.
Yan Tianxing: Soon.
soon
Today, tomorrow; or this month
Mo Shangyun, who has always been quick to fight in missions, is not sure about his concept of time.
But he rarely let go, and Mo Shangjun also felt that he had taken advantage of it, so he did not continue to ask the truth.
Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing were worried that they would have tasks at night. They did not go to bed directly after washing, but waited for a while. Later, they realized that this kind of waiting was a waste of time, so they climbed into bed at around eleven o'clock.
Two hours later, they felt that their decision was incredibly heroic.
Because two hours after they lay down, Bu Yirong made a series of deadly CALL calls, which just woke them up from their sleep.
"Infantry, you have something to order."
Mo Shangjun picked up the phone and tried to speak in a sober voice.
But in his voice, there was still sleepiness that he had just woken up from.
"Now go downstairs and walk around, if someone is following you, you will find out."
Bu Yirong gave instructions, his voice was as warm as always, but he expelled the sleeping bugs little by little.
If Yan Tianxing said the order, Mo Shangyun could linger for a while, but as soon as Bu Yirong opened his mouth, Mo Shangjun didn't dare to slack off.
Mo Shangyun raised her hand and pressed her eyebrows to wake herself up a bit. She asked incredulously, "Going out at this time?"
"Well, adult nightlife." Bu Yirong said solemnly.
That's why it doesn't seem rude to say this from his mouth.
Mo Shangyun thought about it for a while, and finally asked, "Are the bars closed?"
"You have a bar downstairs and a barbecue restaurant."
"..." You investigated really well.
Mo Shangyun sighed, "Okay."
Hanging up the phone, Mo Shangyun threw the phone aside.
"What's the mission?"
Ding Jing sat up from the bed and messed up his short hair.
I slept so well, and suddenly I was woken up, and it was inevitable that I would collapse.
Splitting headache.
Mo Shangyun said: "Let's find a reasonable reason to go downstairs and take a walk around, have a late night snack and a little wine, and we haven't said that we will be reimbursed."
This is overkill.
Ding Jing said, "Keep the receipt and send it to them."
"It's a good proposal."
Mo Shangjun nodded in agreement, then brought his clothes and coats to put on.
"Let's get the tracker out?"
Ding Jing rubbed his face, and after sobering up a little, asked Mo Shangyun in a hoarse voice.
"Well." Mo Shangyun said, "Then puncture it."
The two got dressed, tidied up, and then prepared to go out.
On the way, the two discussed their respective settings, and what kind of identity should go out for supper and drink is normal, but the two of them have not decided after thinking for a long time. In the end, when the two of them add up, they are masters of the world—one insomnia is enough. Run out to eat something, what can you do
So I just gave up finding settings for myself.
When they walked out of the hotel, the two were on their way to the supper shop when they found someone following behind them.
Not much, just two.
They were all staying in the car, but the hiding place was too obvious, they were immediately discovered, and they started the car as soon as they got out of the car, and they followed slowly on the road with almost no cars. "I'm following you" was posted on the front of the car.
Luckily they figured this out quickly, dropped the car, and followed them both on foot.
The two of them were tacit, and while chatting, they came to a barbecue restaurant magnanimously.
I thought the streets were sluggish at this time, and all the stores were closed, so I shouldn't see anyone, but I didn't expect to see many people in this row of barbecue restaurants.
Most of them work night shifts or enjoy the nightlife.
But Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing, who were plainly dressed and undressed, still attracted a lot of curious eyes when they appeared.
Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing didn't care either, ordered the amount for two people, found a table outside and sat down, and then waited for the barbecue to be served.
The two of them really seemed to be hanging out and eating supper. They were chatting the whole time, focusing on the barbecue. When they were talking, they ordered a few bottles of beer. They didn't even need a bottle opener. Then put it on the table, and then start to compete for the amount of alcohol.
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