Because it was time after get off work and school, the streets were no longer so depressed, and there were more pedestrians. The warm yellow light hit them, casting a long shadow on the ground.
Mo Shangjun was sitting in a noodle restaurant, eating a bowl of wontons that had just been cooked.
The wontons in the soup were still steaming, and it was a bit hot to the tongue when biting into them. She took a few puffs slowly and then put the wontons 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 quite hot, and she added an unknown amount of extra chili peppers, but she put it into her mouth without changing her expression, mouth after mouth, making people suspicious of her.
It has no sense of taste.
"Why are you eating so quickly?"
Seeing her wolfing down the food, Mo Shangjun 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.
This answer is surprisingly familiar.
Mo Shangyun was stunned for a while, and then he remembered that he had responded to others countless times.
Yan Tianxing always likes to pick out 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 harsh training, because she is alone without anyone to care about her, and because she has been doing it for many years.
It was like that, so she felt it was nothing.
But Yan Tianxing worked tirelessly to change her.
At first, I had three meals a day, then I started paying attention to my diet, blow-drying my hair before going to bed...a lot.
So much so that when she saw Ding Jing, who was so similar to herself, she actually 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 Shangjun raised his eyebrows, "Have three bites and I'll buy you the pendant I just fell in love with."
Ding Jing was stunned, "Is it true or false?"
"As a leader, you must do what you say." Old God Mo Shangyun said calmly.
"...OK."
Ding Jing was particularly happy to agree to a business that was only profitable but not loss-making.
Sure enough, Ding Jing slowly divided the vermicelli into three parts, blew the vermicelli until it reached room temperature, then put the vermicelli into his mouth, and then chewed it slowly.
Mo Shangjun felt like he had raised a daughter.
——I don’t know if Yan Tianxing would beat her to death if she gave birth to such a daughter.
daughter?
Yan Tianxing?
Realizing his sudden thoughts, Mo Shangyun felt guilty for no reason. He lowered his head slightly and continued his great career of eating wontons.
"Three mouthfuls, that's it." Ding Jing put down his chopsticks as if he had completed the task. He wondered if the transaction was too smooth, so he asked more, "Do you want to finish the soup?"
"Need not."
Mo Shangjun couldn't laugh or cry.
It was just a casual temptation, but Ding Jing didn't expect that Ding Jing would actually take it seriously.
When he was just shopping, Ding Jing entered a store and took a fancy to a pendant. It was made of silver and had a knife hanging from it. The workmanship was quite exquisite.
Ding Jing originally wanted to buy it, but firstly, she had very little cash on her and could not use it casually in this situation. Secondly, she had been in the army for these years and had basically not had much contact with the outside world, even if she was working outside.
During the mission, the people she came into contact with were not normal people, so even though she had heard about the idea of traveling around the world with a mobile phone, she had never tried it. She was unable to make online payments, and she did not wear a bank card to receive her salary, so
I could only look at the pendant with envy, and finally left with regret.
In the meantime, Ding Jing also had the idea of "rob Bu Yirong", but Mo Shangjun quickly dissuaded him.
Bu Yirong may seem kind and gentle, but he is always a scheming fox. Once he is offended, even a veteran like Ding Jing will be chewed to pieces by Bu Yirong.
As a result, even Ding Jing's last hope was shattered.
Now that Mo Shangyun has given her another chance, of course she is in a good mood, and she will listen to whatever Mo Shangyun says.
So Mo Shangyun thought again, if his daughter could be tamed so easily... Well, it looks good.
Thinking of this, Mo Shangyun raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, trying to wake himself up.
After eating the hot and sour noodles, Ding Jing seemed a little bored while waiting, so he would look outside from time to time, aiming at the hotel opposite, but it looked like he was just casually looking.
When Mo Shangyun was almost done eating, Ding Jing looked at his watch impatiently, it was almost half past six.
"Why is this person so unpunctual?" Ding Jing muttered irritably.
After arriving for a long time, I have become familiar with the terrain, but I haven’t even seen a single person yet.
Sad people.
Mo Shangjun chuckled, "What if there's a traffic jam."
"Can't we leave earlier?"
"I'm the boss, so I don't care about being late." Mo Shangjun said leisurely.
Ding Jing: "..." OK, she can't refute this.
Mo Shangyun shook his head slightly.
Due to Ding Jing's impatience to wait...she became more and more convinced that something unexpected would happen during the following days.
She just hoped that Ding Jing wouldn't cause a big mess, as it would be difficult to clean up by then.
But, unexpectedly, Mo Shangjun didn't seem to have a particularly strong idea to stop Ding Jing...
If she goes out once and simply observes the target for a few days and does some boring things without any results, then she will feel quite unhappy.
Although for many people, completing the tasks ordered by the superiors perfectly is already a great success.
However, she and Ding Jing both have restless factors in their bodies, so words like doing things according to rules and calmness are really far away from them.
A few more minutes passed.
Seeing that Ding Jing was about to stand up and step on the stool, and her expression became more and more impatient, a familiar vehicle finally appeared in their field of vision - the model and license plate of this car, they had seen it in the basic information.
, it belongs to Liu Ming.
"he came."
Ding Jing whispered.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyelids and glanced behind him unintentionally. Sure enough, he saw the car parked at the door of the bar, and then a middle-aged and fat figure walked down.
Mediterranean hairstyle, beer belly, middle-aged man’s fat... Well, the features are very obvious, consistent with the photos in the profile.
It is definitely Liu Ming.
He was the only one who got out of the car, and there was no sign of anyone else.
Liu Ming, a middle-aged man with a big belly, glanced around after getting off the bus and walked straight into the bar.
"Um."
Mo Shangyun responded to Ding Jing.
Ding Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll go to the bar first, while you watch from here."
If they just stay outside and record the time and place of his appearance, then tracking is quite simple. It is difficult for them to think of the importance of this tracking information.
Therefore, Ding Jing had suggested earlier that he would go to the bar and wait to see if he could find out who Liu Ming was in contact with, while Mo Shangjun was guarding outside. If anything seemed strange, he could contact Ding Jing at any time.
.
Mo Shangyun also agreed.
Mo Shangyun reminded lightly: "Don't make trouble."
"Know."
Ding Jing responded perfunctorily, as if he didn't take Mo Shangjun's advice to heart.
Mo Shangjun sighed.
Ding Jing had already entered into preparation mode, but he had nothing to do all afternoon, and now his bones were itching all over his body, so he couldn't wait to get up and walked alone into the bar opposite.
She was fairly low-key and didn't attract anyone's attention.
Mo Shangjun glanced at the sunset outside, moved to the right side so that he could observe with the corner of his eye, and then drank the wonton soup leisurely.
It was the peak dinner period, and there were many people eating at this time. Although the food in this restaurant was not very good and there were not many customers, neither the diners nor the staff noticed Mo Shangyun's action.
Mo Shangjun drank the soup and thought about his next place to go.
It will definitely attract attention if you do it, but it would be too silly to do it while sitting in the car... What should you do next to pass the time?
"Boss, a bowl of beef noodles, please ask for wide noodles."
Suddenly, a familiar female voice fell into Mo Shangyun's ears.
The voice is crisp and clear, with clear pronunciation and no accent, very standard Mandarin.
Mo Shangjun looked back in shock.
When I saw that familiar figure, I heard her ask again: "Is there any tofu noodle?"
"That will only be available in the morning." The middle-aged man who had just walked out of the kitchen replied subconsciously.
"OK."
The voice answered like this, but there was no trace of disappointment.
Mo Shangjun curled her lips, with a faint smile on her lips, and said loudly: "Boss, my money will be charged to her account."
"ah?"
The boss didn't come back to his senses for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Mo Shangyun who was sitting not far away.
He remembered that there were two people sitting there, one was the girl eating wontons, and the other ordered hot and sour noodles without paying. Now one of them has left, and the only one left is the one in front of him.
On the account of the new arrival...Want to eat the Overlord meal? (To be continued)