"Awesome, you are still so disgusting."
Liang Zhiqiong shook the small bag in his hand and gave Mo Shangyun a thumbs up.
Mo Shangyun gave her a sideways glance.
"By the way, are Lin Qi and the others really not very motivated?" Liang Zhiqiong asked closely, "I remember they were working very hard in the training camp."
"What about you?" Mo Shangyun asked back.
"..." Liang Zhiqiong was speechless for a moment, "The list came down two days ago, and the company commander said that my name is indeed there, but you know, a relatively unique person like me will never agree to it as readily as them..."
Hearing that Liang Zhiqiong held herself bewilderingly, Mo Shangyun's mouth twitched slightly, too lazy to pay attention to her.
Go directly to the door.
She focused on the training camp that Peng Yuqiu went to, and now she has no target. The new special forces are optional for her, so of course it doesn't matter.
As long as she wants to, she can brag that she is unique in heaven and earth.
Liang Zhiqiong held herself for a while, and seeing that Mo Shangyun had been not answering her words, she pouted, and quickened her pace to catch up with Mo Shangyun.
"Is that girl hostile to you just now?" Liang Zhiqiong's topic shifted to Lou Xilu again, "Pretending to be a pure and lovely flower, it looks quite disgusting."
Mo Shangjun glanced at her lightly, "How do you know she's pretending?"
"Look with two eyes!" Liang Zhiqiong pointed to his two eyes, then shook his head, "When I was in college, there were many girls like this. On the surface, they were harmless to humans and animals, but they were actually dark inside. Very."
"Oh."
Mo Shangyun frowned slightly.
When this guy left Peng Yuqiu, his IQ was quite normal.
As the two of them spoke, they quickly walked out of the gate. Along the way, Liang Zhiqiong saw soldiers greeting Mo Shangyun one by one. From the second company to the third company, their eyes were wide open. People, the popularity can be so good.
Thinking of his popularity, Liang Zhiqiong felt bad in his heart and felt deeply affected.
Mo Shangyun is more annoying than her, why is the popularity so good...
Liang Zhiqiong could not find the answer.
Outside the gate, a private car was parked aside. Seeing Mo Shangjun and Liang Zhiqiong go out, the driver who had been waiting for a long time consciously drove the car to them.
Mo Shangyun glanced at the millions of cars, frowned slightly, and glanced at Liang Zhiqiong with a deep meaning.
"What's the matter?"
Liang Zhiqiong, who opened the car door, noticed Mo Shangyun's eyes, and asked suspiciously.
Mo Shangyun sat in the back seat.
Fortunately, both of them were dressed in casual clothes, otherwise the car would go out and the impact would be bad.
I wanted to open the door and sit in by myself, but seeing Mo Shangyun sitting calmly, Liang Zhiqiong accepted it with a good temper, and took the initiative to go around to the other side.
On the other side, the driver has helped to open the door.
"Let's go!"
Throwing the packet to the middle, Liang Zhiqiong opened the car window and shouted excitedly.
If you hadn't known that she was going to see her rival, maybe she would have thought she was dating her lover.
"seat belt."
Mo Shangjun reminded that Liang Zhiqiong was appropriately poured cold water.
"… Know it."
Liang Zhiqiong was weak, and buckled his seat belt properly.
The driver drove and the two hit the road.
As soon as the car hit the road, Liang Zhiqiong became eerily quiet, nervous and uneasy.
Mo Shangjun didn't have anything to say, he took out a pair of headphones to listen to the song.
—It is still the no-nutrition music that is loud and deafening to Yan Tianxing.
When we got outside, the phone did not continue to mute, so the notification ringtone of WeChat was intermittent, which could not help attracting Mo Shangyun's attention.
It is the instructor group of the training camp.
She opened it, glanced at the chat log, and saw Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu, two active guys.
They set off on the Army Day. They should have come back yesterday and have never had a chance to speak. Now they are afraid that they have returned to reality, and they are discussing food in the group feverishly.
What's worse, they are still posting food pictures in the group.
Thinking of the steamed buns and porridge for breakfast, Mo Shangyun blocked this group with a black line on his face.
When I quit, I also changed the group name to "Gourmet Exchange Group".
and-
As soon as I clicked exit, I saw a large number of Aites.
"Mucheng: @Mo Shangyun, food exchange group, hahahaha! 』
"Peng Yuqiu: @Mo Shangyun, are you going to hurt each other? 』
"Duan Zimu: @Mo Shangyun, have you eaten yet? 』
"Ji Ruonan: @Mo Shangyun, how is your company's food? 』
"Tu Sheng: @Mo Shangyun, Instructor Mo seems to be very angry. 』
"Zhong Tianhao: @Mo Shangyun, how is the foot injury? 』
The phone vibrated continuously, and Mo Shangyun saw black lines all over his head.
After swiping around, she had a headache and wanted to quit WeChat, but she was caught by Aite again.
"Yan Tianxing: @Mo Shangyun
Yan Tianxing: [Picture]
Mo Shangyun was stunned for a moment, then clicked on the picture subconsciously, and he saw a variety of rich breakfasts, exquisite xiaolongbao, various steamed buns, preserved eggs and lean meat porridge, etc...
And what popped up right after Yan Tianxing was all "Hahaha". Even Shi Guangqi and Xiao Chuyun were bombed out, and a string of Haha characters and Haha's elderly emojis smashed over.
Mo Shangyun irritably withdrew from the group.
However, as soon as she quit, she was pulled in by Yan Tianxing.
Soon, another string of "Hahaha" was swiping the screen.
Mo Shangyun had a terrible headache, so he simply clicked mute and threw the phone aside.
"Are you chatting?"
Noticing the action here, Liang Zhiqiong tilted her head and saw the WeChat message lit up on the screen, she couldn't help smacking her tongue.
But soon, after seeing the words "Peng Yuqiu", Liang Zhiqiong couldn't relax immediately.
Mo Shangyun turned the phone over in time.
"Mo Shangyun."
Liang Zhiqiong looked away from the phone and landed on Mo Shangyun who was wearing headphones.
"Um?"
Raising his hand, Mo Shangyun took off the earphones.
"If he knew that I went to see the permission, would he..." Liang Zhiqiong blinked, her voice suddenly became very light, as light as a feather brushing, cautiously.
"I don't know." Mo Shangjun frowned slightly, "What will happen if you don't see it?"
"Not reconciled." Liang Zhiqiong said fiercely.
Although I have seen the photos of the permission, but I haven't seen this person who will be fascinated by Peng Yuqiu, Liang Zhiqiong is just not reconciled - I can't swallow this breath!
"Then are you unwilling, or are you afraid that he will be unhappy?" Mo Shangjun asked bluntly.
She couldn't give Liang Zhiqiong any accurate advice.
But if it was her, who had been chasing a man for a few years, but this man quietly had a girlfriend, and she had to go over and take a good look.
As for the man's feelings—
Go to hell.
Anyway, the other party didn't consider her feelings.
"... Let's go and see."
After hesitating for a while, Liang Zhiqiong made up his mind.
Peng Yuqiu probably didn't know that she was allowed to intern at her company, otherwise... she wouldn't allow her to do an internship.
Permit didn't necessarily know of her existence. She took a sneak look at it, and Peng Yuqiu probably wouldn't know either.
"Um."
Mo Shangyun responded lazily.
The WeChat group gradually quieted down, but the group name has not been changed, and the words "food exchange group" are very prominent.
When he was about to arrive at his destination, Mo Shangjun took out his mobile phone and looked at the chat records. After he didn't see Yan Tianxing's speech again, his brows moved slightly, and then he stepped back.
When caring about someone, there are always so many uncontrolled troubles.
Mo Shangyun turned on the music and changed to a more gentle and lyrical song.
"Miss, here we are."
The private car stopped outside a building, and the driver said respectfully to Liang Zhiqiong.
"Give me the bag." Liang Zhiqiong stretched out his hand towards the front.
The driver quickly handed her the backpack that was placed in the co-pilot position.
"You go."
Holding the bag and opening the door, Liang Zhiqiong gave an order to the driver.
Mo Shangyun got out of the car, closed the door, and at the same time, Liang Zhiqiong also got out of the car.
The car drove away.
"Where to go?"
As soon as he looked up, he saw Liang Zhiqiong who put his backpack on his shoulder and was about to walk across the street, Mo Shangyun frowned slightly and couldn't help but stop her.
"Go to the opposite side to observe." Liang Zhiqiong turned around, pointed to the backpack on his shoulders, and then said as a matter of course, "Don't worry, I have all the equipment ready to make sure that you can see clearly from the opposite side without any obstacles. !"
"… "
Mo Shangyun took a deep breath.
Then, strode towards Liang Zhiqiong.
He tore off the backpack on Liang Zhiqiong's shoulders, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her directly to the gate of the building.
"Go, go, where are you going?"
Liang Zhiqiong stammered and asked.
Putting the backpack on his shoulder, Mo Shangjun stopped, turned slightly sideways, raised his eyebrows and said, "Teach you how to observe a rival in love openly."
"… "
Liang Zhiqiong's eyes widened in surprise.
This, this... this is not good
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I am angry.
Originated from the comments of readers with a fan value of 55 (only spent fifty-five cents).
Item 1: Can the author remove her chapter from the platoon leader? We are also spending money to read your novel. Please refer to our readers.
Reply:
You, a book boy with a fan value of 55, can also represent all readers and let me delete characters and change the plot, which is a long experience. Ha ha. It is because of people like you that I hate communicating with readers so much.
roll.
The next day: Hey, hey, this author is really interesting. I look down on me for being a small number. I will reward you for dozens of times. I have never seen a shameless author like you. Ten brains
Rule 3: Hurry home and see if your mother is dead. Don't you think about money or crazy
I'm angry and disappointed, and that's really why I'm becoming less and less willing to communicate.
I hope you never do this kind of thing.
By the way, I wish her the death of the whole family.
034, understandable, unable to empathize