Mo Shangjun said it calmly, obviously not wanting to explain this matter to Yan Tianxing.
Hearing Mo Shangyun's almost indifferent answer, Yan Tianxing's eyes became even more dark and angry.
Compliment?
She thinks highly of herself!
"Thinking too much."
Yan Tianxing spit out three words angrily, then took the cap of safflower oil and covered it.
It was obviously a very simple movement, but Yan Tianxing's hands were so powerful that the veins on the back of his hands popped out.
Mo Shangyun glanced at it accidentally, and at that moment, he had the illusion that the bottle would be crushed by Yan Tianxing.
After thinking for a while, Mo Shangyun changed the subject, "I have something I would like to ask your opinion on."
"disagree."
Yan Tianxing frowned, not even wanting to hear a word, and rejected it outright.
Mo Shangyun looked at him speechlessly, "You are... stingy."
"I'm happy."
Yan Tianxing gave her a cold look.
As soon as he finished speaking, the bottle of safflower oil was hit hard on the table of the desk.
Glancing at the poor bottle, Mo Shangyun touched his nose.
After a short pause, Mo Shangyun asked tentatively: "How about I tell you a story?"
"explain."
Yan Tianxing looked at her sideways.
Mo Shangjun pointed to the water dispenser by the window, "Go get a glass of water."
Yan Tianxing: "..."
Three seconds later, Yan Tianxing stood up, resignedly took away Mo Shangyun's water glass, and went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water.
When he came back, although he put it in front of Mo Shangyun rather irritably, he put it down very gently, and not a drop of water spilled out.
Mo Shangyun glanced at the office chair on one side.
Yan Tianxing sat down with a gloomy face, still angry.
"Here."
Mo Shangjun picked up his phone, clicked on the saved picture, and threw it to Yan Tianxing.
Yan Tianxing raised his hand to take it, glanced at Mo Shangjun suspiciously, and then looked down at the pieced together pictures.
"This is a painting by Si Sheng, how about it?"
Mo Shangjun picked up the water glass, drank it slowly, and asked Yan Tianxing a question.
Yan Tianxing frowned slightly and said bluntly: "I'm not interested in her story."
If Mo Shangyun just wanted to change the topic with other people's interesting stories, he would have to keep Mo Shangyun away from his cell phone for the next two months.
Mo Shangyun was too lazy to pay attention to him, shrugged, and briefly told Yan Tianxing the reason why Si Sheng drew the picture.
After Yan Tianxing listened patiently, she immediately asked: "Do you know why it is May Day?"
Intuitively aware that there was something fishy, Yan Tianxing narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Tell me."
"On May Day almost 10 years ago, my grandfather gave Si Sheng ten yuan and a letter, asking her to deliver the letter to a friend thousands of miles away within a week." Mo Shangjun said, taking a sip of water.
.
"What's the result?" Yan Tianxing frowned.
One week, ten dollars, thousands of miles away.
Si Sheng is the same age as Mo Shangyun, eight years ago, he was only 1 years old.
At such a young age, allowing him to walk such a long distance alone is obviously not something that ordinary elders can do.
"As a result, she came back a week later. She arrived within a day, delivered the letter, and came back after playing for five days."
"Where did the money come from?"
Yan Tianxing Congshan Ruliu asked.
"I hitchhiked when I went there and used her skills to make a little money there." Mo Shangjun shrugged, "Grandpa's purpose is to train her survival ability."
Yan Tianxing seemed to understand something.
This is what Si Sheng has experienced.
However, it can be said that Mo Shangjun grew up with Si Sheng. Is it possible that Mo Shangjun also...
Or even more cruel?
After a pause, Yan Tianxing asked with some doubts: "Have you experienced this too?"
"No." Mo Shangyun raised his left hand, took off his training hat, and threw it on the table. Then he turned his head and looked at Yan Tianxing, feeling very calm, "Grandpa really wanted me to come with him, but my master... also
It’s You Nianyu’s father, but You Yi refused.”
"Why?"
Yan Tianxing had an ominous premonition.
According to Mo Shangyun's current ability, You Yi's refusal was definitely not because he felt dangerous, but out of some disdain and childishness.
Mo Shangjun shrugged and said truthfully: "He doesn't like it."
Yan Tianxing's hands tightened unknowingly, and he heard his own voice sounding heavy, "So how did you spend that May Day?"
"March with heavy loads."
Mo Shangjun answered almost in an understatement.
She did not tell Yan Tianxing the specific details, but just the words "march with heavy loads" were enough for Yan Tianxing to make a rough guess about the degree of danger.
A man's march, a 1-year-old girl's march.
And, bear weight.
Just the simplest march requires walking 4 to 5 kilometers every hour, and the daily distance is 0 to 40 kilometers.
At that time, Mo Shangjun was at best a teenager. His body was not fully developed in all aspects, not to mention his physical fitness.
Yan Tianxing's head feels heavy just by imagining it.
Her master is insane!
To be able to hand over Mo Shangyun to such a master... Mo Shangyun's elders are either weak or missing, and there is simply something wrong with their brains.
"The story is over."
Mo Shangjun clapped his hands and drank all the water in the cup.
Because on May Day ten years ago, the two of them had the same problem, so they agreed that it was a day worth remembering. Later, Si Sheng chose this day to give Mo Shangyun a business trip.
Mo Shangyun was very happy, recounting everything he had experienced, as if he were telling someone else's story, without any emotions.
However, the more indifferent she was, the more depressed and angry Yan Tianxing became.
An uncontrollable irritability swept through his chest, and then bit by bit devoured the self-control he was proud of.
"Mo Shangjun."
Yan Tianxing called her in a low voice.
"Um?"
Mo Shangjun tilted his head in confusion.
At one glance, she met Yan Tianxing's gaze and felt an invisible pressure and irritability. She paused and symbolically took back the casual indifference between her brows.
Yan Tianxing stared into her eyes, his pupils were bottomless, hiding elusive emotions. He said word by word, "It's a miracle that you are alive like this."
Mo Shangyun paused for a moment, feeling his heart sink slightly, as if he had been stabbed by something, but soon, the strange emotion disappeared again.
She curled her lips, smiled, and smiled as casually and openly as before, with a slight hint of flattery in her faint smile.
She raised her eyebrows, "Really?"
Seeing her deceptive disguise, Yan Tianxing was furious.
He gritted his teeth, raised his hand to hold Mo Shangyun's chin, and leaned over suddenly, the distance between the two of them suddenly getting closer.
Less than ten centimeters away.
The two people looked at each other, and in their dark pupils, one could almost see their respective faces, with an expression that neither one would admit defeat.
After a while, Yan Tianxing held her chin slightly harder, and said with a hint of deliberate ridicule, "Come on, cry for a while."
"roll."
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows and slapped his hand away angrily.
As soon as his hand released her chin, Yan Tianxing placed it on Mo Shangyun's hair. The soft hair felt very good, and Yan Tianxing couldn't help but rub her short hair, making it messy.
Mo Shangyun's brows moved slightly, trying his best to suppress his anger.
Normal mind.
Don't argue with him.
Just like being bitten by a dog...
While he was hypnotizing himself, Yan Tianxing asked more aggressively: "You really don't cry?"
--wipe!
Mo Shangyun couldn't bear it anymore, and raised her elbow directly upward, attacking Yan Tianxing's hand that was touching her head. After hitting it hard, he hit Yan Tianxing's chin with an uppercut!
Yan Tianxing turned his head to the side and narrowly avoided it. His fist was retracted in the air, causing gusts of cold wind. It was obvious that he was sparing no effort.
If he was hit by that fist, his jaw might even be dislocated.
Mo Shangjun was irritated and launched attacks at Yan Tianxing repeatedly, with fierce attacks. Although they were not very powerful, if he was really hit by her attacks, he would probably have to lie down for a few days.
However, both of them were sitting on chairs, and the space was very small, so Yan Tianxing had to avoid it.
at this time--
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
Outside, there was a knock on the door.
Immediately after, came Mucheng's voice, "Is the captain here?"
Taking advantage of Mo Shangyun's attention being diverted by the movement outside the door, Yan Tianxing grabbed Mo Shangyun's right fist.
"Use your left hand," Yan Tianxing glanced at Mo Shangjun's uninjured left hand and said with extra consideration, "I'll punch you to calm down."
"..."
The corners of Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched slightly.
Damn, this attitude makes it look like she is being unreasonable.
Holding back his anger, Mo Shangyun retracted his fist, then glanced towards the door and said coldly: "Not here."
"……oh."
Mu Cheng responded with regret.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)