She determined that Mo Cang was not in the capital and could not be contacted in a short time, so she gave up contact with Mo Cang.
She was playing with her mobile phone, and after a while, she looked up at Yan Tianxing and asked, "Do you have headphones?"
If I remember correctly, Yan Tianxing's mobile phone is the same model as hers.
Yan Tianxing Ningmei thought for a while, and then said, "drawer in the study."
"Thanks." Mo Shangyun stood up and asked again, "Paper and pen?"
"There is a study room." Yan Tianxing said lightly.
Putting the phone in the pocket of the bathrobe, Mo Shangyun walked directly to the study with a cane.
The last time I came here and stayed for two days, which room is where, no need to ask more.
Obviously, Yan Tianxing, who has gone through the three-month assessment and three-month training camp, should not have come back in the past six months, and nothing has been moved in the study.
Mo Shangyun found the earphones in the drawer and a stack of scratch paper, then sat at the desk, plugged the earphones into both ears, clicked the random music, and then picked up the pen and scribbled on the scratch paper. Paint and draw.
She is also idle if she is idle. She has not been able to sort out a lot of things recently. Paper and pen can always help people sort out something.
three hours later.
Yan Tianxing, who had turned off the TV, threw away the trash, and took a bath, glanced over in the study that he passed by when he was returning to his room to rest, and saw Mo Shangyun sitting in front of the desk, his head slightly lowered. With a straight waist, he has good writing habits.
On her left hand, there is a thick stack of scratch paper, she doesn't know what she's doing.
Looking at the watch whose hour hand was about to point to 12, Yan Tianxing frowned and walked directly into the study.
It's strange that Mo Shangyun, who has always had a keen intuition, did not notice his approach.
After walking halfway, Yan Tianxing discovered the root cause of Mo Shangyun's sluggishness—
That pair of headphones.
At a distance of three or four meters, Yan Tianxing could actually hear the noisy sound, buzzing, and it is estimated that the sound was maximized.
He speeded up and walked over.
Sure enough, the voice got louder.
However, Mo Shangyun, whose hearing was dull, realized Yan Tianxing's approach by virtue of Yan Tianxing's powerful aura. The moment he walked to his side, she raised her head.
Then-
Headphones were ripped off.
"What?" Mo Shangjun looked at Yan Tianxing with a gloomy face inexplicably.
It's just inexplicable, as soon as I saw him today, I kept a straight face, as if I owed him a debt.
She was sitting here quietly writing something, listening to music and wearing headphones, but she didn't disturb him, so why did she still make trouble
Yan Tianxing frowned and stared at her, without making a sound, he held a headset and put it in his ear.
Immediately, the electric sound that shattered the eardrums made Yan Tianxing frown even tighter, his face extremely gloomy.
Seeing this expression, Mo Shangyun suddenly sympathized with him.
Well, it happens to be the chorus part, which is rather harsh. An old man like Yan Tianxing is completely unacceptable...
Soon, Yan Tianxing removed the headset, "before you leave tomorrow morning, can you see how delicate you are?"
"For example?" Mo Shangyun tilted his head.
Yan Tianxing said with a sullen face, "Go to bed now."
"Oh."
Mo Shangyun silently pulled the earphones back.
"Put the earphones away." Yan Tianxing warned.
After thinking about it, Mo Shangjun decided to restore the prejudice of passersby for this song, and emphasized: "This song is very nice."
Half an hour ago, she started the single cycle.
"Shall I collect it for you?"
Yan Tianxing was not in the mood to discuss music with her.
He only knew that if Mo Shangjun continued to listen, the only possibility was that his hearing was damaged.
Mo Shangyun took off the earphone from his right ear, rolled up the earphone cable, and when he finally pulled out the earphone, he couldn't help but muttered, "It's just unreasonable."
"What did you say?"
Raising his brows, Yan Tianxing didn't seem to hear clearly.
"nothing."
"Um?"
Squinting, Yan Tianxing's nasal voice rose, and the corners of his eyes and brows were dangerous.
Putting the headphone cable back in the drawer, Mo Shangyun said directly: "I said it's up to others, you have the final say."
Yan Tianxing patted the back of her head angrily.
Mo Shangjun frowned and looked up at him unhappily, "You call it abusing the disabled."
Yan Tianxing didn't get angry but smiled, "Are you going to be a disabled person and show me?"
Bowing his head, Mo Shangyun glanced at his left foot. He wanted to say something, but after thinking about how his left foot was injured, he suddenly lost interest in arguing with Yan Tianxing.
The mood on his brows gradually faded, Mo Shangjun pursed his lips slightly, and raised his hand to clean up the scratch paper on the desk.
Yan Tianxing glanced at random, suddenly swept the word "black shadow", subconsciously thought of the man, and immediately looked extremely cold.
Seeing Mo Shangyun stacking them one by one, Yan Tianxing stared at Mo Shangyun closely and asked in a low voice, "What's your relationship with that man?"
Mo Shangyun's movement to clean up the scratch paper stopped.
Seeing her like this, Yan Tianxing had no reason to be upset.
"The relationship between the two of us is not enough to talk about such a thing?" Mo Shangyun raised his head and asked with a light expression.
Three seconds of silence.
"Ah."
With a self-deprecating laugh, Yan Tianxing turned around and left.
Mo Shangyun paused for a moment, looked at Yan Tianxing's back as he walked out of the door, and looked a little dazed. She didn't come back to her senses until she heard the sound of "bang-" closing the door.
Actually, there is no need to be mad at him.
but-
Rather than hanging him over and over again, it's better to just cut it off.
She had a hunch that something with that person...
In a short time, there is no end.
Thinking of this, Mo Shangyun tightened his grip on the paper, and actually squeezed more than ten sheets of paper into crumples.
Oh shit.
Had to kill him.
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