"It looks so good." Yan Tianxing chuckled softly, his tone seemed to be ridiculing, but it was mixed with decisiveness.
The ambiguous voice fell to his ears, and Mo Shangyun paused, almost not choking on the chocolate.
After a while, Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched slightly, he raised his hand to take the water glass on the table, and took a slow sip.
This is not swallowed.
"To be honest, how many of the suggestions here can be passed after the meeting?"
Reaching out two hands, grabbing the brim of the hat, Mo Shangyun forcibly gave it to Banzheng.
Military appearance and military appearance must be guaranteed, so as not to be caught by others.
Yan Tianxing chuckled, seeing her change the subject, wanting to cover up the trace of ambiguity and embarrassment, and he also cooperated to release her.
"It depends on your performance."
Standing up straight, Yan Tianxing said unhurriedly.
"Huh?" Mo Shangyun squinted slightly, and when he raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Sit on the mountain to watch the tiger fight?"
"Why," Yan Tianxing smiled even more, "Would you like to cooperate?"
"depend on mood."
After clapping his hands, Mo Shangyun stood up.
Glancing at the water cup on the table, Mo Shangyun thought about it, so as not to waste it, he directly picked up the water cup, "Let's go first."
"The information is not ready yet?" Yan Tianxing squinted at her.
Although Mo Shangjun usually looks at the consolation, she still does her best when it comes to work.
Mo Shangyun has always known how to find shortcuts at work and complete more tasks in the least amount of time.
That is, very efficient.
It is possible that Xiao Chuyun may not have prepared enough materials, but, for Mo Shangyun, such a thing would never happen.
"It's almost there," Mo Shangyun was talking, and then he walked around the desk leisurely and added, "Before the latest regulations are implemented, call someone first."
After speaking, he walked past the desk and walked out the door of the office in a blink of an eye.
Who to call
Yan Tianxing frowned slightly.
Mo Shangyun returned to the office.
Duan Zimu is still working overtime to sort out the results and materials of shooting training.
Mo Shangyun guessed that Duan Zimu didn't really want to finish it, but he didn't want to be singled out to find fault, so he took more time to make more adequate preparations.
After glancing at Duan Zimu, Mo Shangyun came to his desk.
"I remember you asked to pay attention to 266, Shen Qianqian."
As soon as he sat down, Mo Shangjun heard Duan Zimu's voice.
"Um."
Mo Shangyun nodded slightly.
There is such a thing.
However, even if Duan Zimu pays attention...
Mo Shangyun has seen the shooting results, but Shen Qianqian's results have not improved.
"She has a mental disorder." Duan Zimu looked at the screen and wrote lightly.
Mo Shangyun paused, "Afraid of guns?"
"Almost." Duan Zi admired.
"You just found out now?" Mo Shangyun frowned.
One third of the training camp has passed, and the students under him have a shooting mental disorder. As a shooting instructor, Duan Zimu doesn't know that
Mo Shangyun casually glanced at the two bars that Duan Zimu was carrying on his shoulders.
If it's one level lower...
Mo Shangjun silently retracted this somewhat childish expectation.
Hearing the disgust in Mo Shangyun's tone, Duan Zimu helplessly turned his head to look at her, just about to say "Shen Qianqian's performance is not obvious", but when the words came to his mouth, there was still no sound.
Explaining at this time is like making excuses for yourself.
Or don't give yourself the impression value to continue to reduce points.
"Be careful next time."
Duan Zimu put on a more serious tone.
"better."
At this time, Mo Shangyun had already taken out his mobile phone to make a call, and replied to Duan Zimu perfunctorily.
However, even if it is "perfunctory", it gives people the feeling of being lectured by the leader.
Duan Zimu: "..."
He didn't understand it either. How could he feel like a person with a vicious tongue like Mo Shangyun
Duan Zimu continued to organize the previous information with doubts about himself.
Mo Shangjun stood up, walked to the window, and opened the window while talking to Lang Yan on the phone.
It's nothing more than asking about Erlian's performance this month, and by the way, let's take a look at Lang Yan's performance.
Lang Yan was sincere, and it was rare to see his deputy company commander call back, so he told Mo Shangjun about the second company and even the entire reconnaissance battalion.
That said, it was nearly half an hour.
There are a lot of big things and small things, why the second company has made enemies with the first company and the third company, what kind of training, has been competing. Small conflicts continued, and even a few words could lead to fights.
However, the impact is not big, anyway, after the fight is over, and after doing ideological work, he is still a comrade-in-arms.
Mo Shangyun listened and listened, thinking that they were still in PK here. Neither Group A nor Group B had any private conflicts. The soldiers on the reconnaissance battalion had been with each other for so long, and they were still making a lot of noise. Like words.
The intensity of training on time is too low, and it is frustrating.
So, taking advantage of not going to inspect the internal affairs and being very free, Mo Shangjun gave Lang Yan a few bad tricks.
"Haha," Lang Yan laughed dryly over the phone after hearing this, and spared no effort to hurt her, "Mo Fulian, is your heart still as black as ever?"
"Company commander," Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes, "If you say this, you will hurt our revolutionary friendship."
"puff-"
Opposite the phone, Lang Yan sprayed the instructor's face with water.
－－－－－－off topic－－－－－
Thinking of Captain Lang, I took it out and yoked.
Say something nice, (*/ω╲*) continue to love me and praise me, maybe you will pinch me tomorrow.
284、This Mo Fulian is very funny.