Squinting his eyes slightly, Mo Shangjun suddenly asked Yan Tianxing.
Yan Tianxing saw Mo Shangjun through the mobile phone camera.
It's not as good as what you see with the naked eye. The picture in the camera is very soft. Mo Shangjun took off his peaked cap, revealing his smooth short hair, with some hair hanging down on his forehead. It was messy but beautiful. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his slender eyelashes were clear.
It can be seen that the delicate facial features are less cold and cold, and have a little soft color.
"good."
Yan Tianxing responded immediately.
I don’t have a selfie tool, so I can only use Yan Tianxing, who has long hands, to take the photos. The two of them sat on one side, closer to each other, but there was a certain gap between them, revealing the spicy crayfish and salt water edamame on the small table.
There are also two bottles of beer.
Clicked to shoot.
Both people look good, no post-processing is required, and they can be saved easily.
Mo Shangjun praised Yan Tianxing's photography skills.
I don’t know how many times better than the one taken by Si Sheng who was running around with a professional camera on his back.
After taking the photo, Mo Shangyun chose one of his own, sent it to Mo Shangshuang, and then started eating with Yan Tianxing and settled the two large dishes on the table.
Yan Tianxing didn't have dinner and cooked rice specially, but there were two bowls of rice served, and one bowl was given to Mo Shangyun.
During the meal, Yan Tianxing would also peel crayfish, but half of them would always be thrown into Mo Shangjun's bowl, so that Mo Shangjun was very full and Yan Tianxing had not finished the bowl of rice.
"I'll show you my hand."
Mo Shangyun, who was full and full, drank all the beer in his cup and spoke to Yan Tianxing with great curiosity.
At that moment, Yan Tianxing suspected that Mo Shangyun would stand up at any time and throw a set of punches in front of him.
However, his idea did not come true, and Mo Shangyun did not get drunk.
Mo Shangyun stood up, took two eggs and two green onions, fried an omelette with green onions for Yan Tianxing, and served it to the table.
"Try it."
Mo Shangjun placed the delicious green onion omelette in front of Yan Tianxing.
Yan Tianxing picked up a small piece and put it in his mouth under Mo Shangjun's gaze.
The taste...is much better than expected.
"tasty."
Yan Tianxing gave Mo Shangyun a positive reply.
Mo Shangyun immediately withdrew his gaze and sat down at the side. There was obvious pride and arrogance in his seemingly careless expression.
Yan Tianxing couldn't help but laugh.
So, Yan Tianxing finished the whole plate of green onion omelette with great pride.
Mo Shangjun was so bored that he finished the edamame, peeled off all the meat of the crayfish, and cut half of it into half for each person, which was just a small bowl, and he ate it all with beer.
"what time is it?"
After completely solving the "late night snack", Mo Shangjun realized the time problem.
"Nine thirty." Yan Tianxing looked at his watch.
It takes two and a half hours to eat a meal, which is quite a lot of work.
"Lights out at 10 o'clock?" Mo Shangjun asked.
"Yeah." Yan Tianxing nodded.
"Take it up."
Mo Shangyun stood up.
Although the time was not tight, it was indeed a bit late. Yan Tianxing did not delay and tidied up the kitchen with Mo Shangyun. One person was responsible for the table and the other for the dishes and stove. They moved quickly and neatly. In less than five minutes, the kitchen returned to its previous state.
of neatness.
Mo Shangyun glanced around with satisfaction.
Yan Tianxing turned off the lights and went out with Mo Shangjun.
Compared to when they arrived, they met no one on the road at all, and the two of them made their way back to the office building.
"Follow me first."
Walking to the second floor, Yan Tianxing suddenly spoke to Mo Shangyun.
"oh."
Mo Shangjun responded calmly.
All this time, Yan Tianxing has not exceeded it. Although it can be said that it is the middle of the night, Mo Shangyun has nothing to worry about.
Then he followed Yan Tianxing to the office.
Yan Tianxing opened the office door and turned on the light. When Mo Shangjun approached, he closed the door and locked the door.
Mo Shangjun's eyes lingered on the door lock for a moment.
"Don't think too much."
When passing her, Yan Tianxing patted her peaked cap.
The peaked cap was photographed again.
Mo Shangjun's face darkened, he lifted his peaked cap, and when he looked at Yan Tianxing again, Yan Tianxing had already walked to the desk and opened the middle drawer with the key.
He took out a file.
"come over."
Yan Tianxing greeted and looked up at Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangjun suddenly had a premonition and walked over suspiciously.
"birthday present."
Yan Tianxing handed the file to her.
Mo Shangjun took it.
It was just a file outer box, without a seal or any words. Mo Shangjun took a look at it, opened the file, and was surprised to find an A4 paper inside.
Mo Shangjun glanced at Yan Tianxing subconsciously, paused, and then took out the paper.
Printed type.
It's just a short paragraph, no more than three lines of words, and can be read in one glance.
However, Mo Shangjun was stunned for a moment, then looked back and forth several times.
The expression on his eyebrows gradually became serious, as if stained with frost, gloom and anger flashed through his eyes, followed by gloom.
When he raised his eyes, a cold light suddenly appeared.
"Where did it come from?"
With a cold expression, Mo Shangjun clutched the piece of paper tightly and asked Yan Tianxing in a deep voice.
these messages……
Where did Yan Tianxing get it?!
"This has nothing to do with you." Yan Tianxing looked down at her.
With a snap, the piece of paper was slapped onto the table. Mo Shangjun leaned forward, grabbed Yan Tianxing's collar, raised his eyes slightly, looked directly into Yan Tianxing's eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Yan Tianxing, are you?
court death?"
Yan Tianxing saw the anger hidden in Mo Shangjun's cold brows, which made his eyes bright and bright, like the most dazzling stars in the night sky. The burning was thrilling, but it stirred people's hearts for no reason.
It's more of a worry than a rage.
Yan Tianxing was a little helpless.
In other words, Mo Shangjun's reaction was a bit bigger than expected.
"Relax," Yan Tianxing raised his hand, put it on her head, and patted her head through the hat. With a comforting tone, Yan Tianxing said softly, "If you don't tell, I won't tell, no one will know.
"
Mo Shangyun's grip on his collar loosened slightly.
But then, it tightened again, a little tighter than before, and the five finger joints turned white, as if she could pull off the collar at any time.
"I want to beat you."
Mo Shangjun's eyes were cold and he spoke word by word.
Yan Tianxing wanted to laugh, but looking at her expression, he thought that she might really hit her with a punch, so he held back.
The palm of his hand slid down and landed on the back of her neck, rubbing it gently, provoking it intentionally or unintentionally. Then the other hand pulled the brim of her hat to the side. Yan Tianxing lowered his head and bumped into her forehead.
"Not free today."
Close to her cold forehead, the distance between the eyes was closer, the breathing was intertwined intentionally or unintentionally, and the temperature of the air rose with the ambiguous and hoarse voice of Yan Tianxing, as if honey was spreading.
Somehow, all the irritability and anger disappeared without a trace because of Yan Tianxing's small move.
The coldness in Mo Shangjun's eyes gradually faded away, replaced by calmness and composure.
His fingers completely loosened Yan Tianxing's collar.
Yan Tianxing also clicked to the end, loosened the back of her neck and moved her forehead.
He raised his hand and straightened his wrinkled collar.
She had torn one of the collar buttons open, which was a bit troublesome.
Mo Shangjun glanced at his collar, fingers, and collarbone. He seemed to be able to hear his sexy voice in his ears. He didn't know what he was thinking of. Mo Shangjun frowned, looking a little uncomfortable.
Picking up the paper on the table, Mo Shangyun turned his back.
"lighter."
Rolling up the paper, Mo Shangjun said in a calm voice.
Yan Tianxing straightened his collar, looked at Mo Shangjun, who had his back turned to him, and raised his eyebrows helplessly, "Hand."
Mo Shangjun stretched out a hand.
He found a lighter from the drawer and Yan Tianxing gave it to Mo Shangjun.
As soon as he took it, Mo Shangjun immediately retracted his hand.
She turned on the lighter, and the fire jumped out. Without any pause, she put the paper directly on it, and the fire spread immediately.
Mo Shangjun watched the fire burning the paper quietly.
The information written on this paper is not something she can see.
Regarding the two mercenaries they met last time, why and where they appeared, how they are being treated now, and what kind of information they have obtained.
but--
Admittedly, this is what she wants to know.
I just never thought that the way to get this information was Yan Tianxing, who had never been involved in this matter.
The paper burned, leaving only ashes, and Mo Shangjun threw it into the trash can.
Turn around and put down the lighter.
Looking up at Yan Tianxing opposite, Mo Shangyun said softly: "Thank you."
Take the risk and tell her this information.
Yan Tianxing lowered his eyes and looked at her. Unlike the hedgehog before, all his emotions had adjusted in a short period of time. At this moment, she was incredibly calm.
His expression was calm and his eyes were calm and indifferent, as if nothing had happened.
"go to bed early."
Wan'er, Yan Tianxing explained.
"The same to you."
In response, Mo Shangjun waved his hand and walked straight towards the door.
He raised his eyes, watched her walking away, opened the door, walked out, closed the door, and disappeared outside the door, but she could faintly hear her steady footsteps.
Yan Tianxing frowned slightly, lowering his eyes in deep thought.
I wanted to take this opportunity...
But just now, it seemed like it was not a good time.
next time.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)