The moment he saw the two of them clearly, Mo Shangjun felt an extremely strong pressure rushing towards him, and the joints in his bones were hurt by the impact.
The corners of Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched slightly.
She really didn't hear any movement in Zhong Tianhao's office, she only knew that the lights were on.
Of course, she didn't expect that Yan Tianxing would be with Zhong Tianhao.
After a two-second pause, Mo Shangyun suppressed the slightest hint of guilt that came out of nowhere, raised his hand to touch his nose, and then greeted the two people who looked selfless and natural.
"Instructor Yan, Instructor Zhong, are you talking about something?"
Mo Shangjun's tone was as usual, and he was suspected of being pretentious.
Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows slightly, his cold gaze passing over the two of them, and he asked casually, "We just finished talking, what were you two talking about?"
Zhong Tianhao snorted in his heart.
Standing in the corridor in the middle of the night, talking so intimately, besides talking about love, what other serious things could we talk about?
"Oh," Mo Shangjun shrugged calmly, "friendly exchanges between colleagues."
Duan Zimu: "..."
Zhong Tianhao: "..."
Yan Tianxing: "..."
They are all "admiring" each other, and they still have "friendly exchanges"?!
You know how to pull it off!
Yan Tianxing became furious as soon as he saw Mo Shangjun's unchanging expression.
He just knows how to chat with others, regardless of whether he has any intention towards her, and calls her brother and sister. He doesn't know how to avoid suspicion at all. He doesn't have the slightest self-awareness of a woman, and he doesn't know how many romances he has stirred up behind his back.
Thinking of this, Yan Tianxing became even more unhappy, and his face sank.
But soon, the gloom and unhappiness in his expression disappeared completely, and he walked over expressionlessly.
When passing by Mo Shangjun, he paused for a moment, then glanced at Mo Shangjun lazily, and said casually: "Instructor Mo, come to the office with me."
"At this point?"
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows slightly and asked with a smile.
Yan Tianxing smiled at the corners of his eyes, with a hint of evil charm, "Why don't you work overtime before lights-out time?"
"...You have the final say."
Shrugging his shoulders, Mo Shangyun expressed his casualness.
So, Mo Shangyun just followed Yan Tianxing, and at the same time avoided Duan Zimu's "Zimu" problem.
Zhong Tianhao stood there and looked at Yan Tianxing and Mo Shangjun, and at Duan Zimu. He always felt that the atmosphere between the three of them was strange, but he couldn't tell anything specifically.
Although the army has certain requirements for "soldiers to talk about love", here is a temporary team of instructors, and there seems to be no rules and restrictions. Although Zhong Tianhao does not advocate "talking about love" within the army, he still
There was no reason or position to stop him. After thinking about it, he could only pretend that he didn't know what to do, turned around and entered the office door again.
This door is closed.
The next moment, the door to Yan Tianxing's office was also closed.
The abandoned Duan Zimu stood alone at the stairs for a while, and finally raised his hand to take off his training cap, and walked to the third floor in a bored manner.
*
Yan Tianxing's office.
As soon as Mo Shangyun entered the door, he heard the door slam shut, and a shadow fell above his head, with a very obvious sense of oppression.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and saw Yan Tianxing who had turned around. He was lowering his head and staring at him with deep eyes. Those eyes that could not be seen to the end seemed to be hiding some suction force, which made Mo Shangyun
Shangjun's heart suddenly shrank, and it took him a moment to relax.
"Why are you looking for me?"
After coming back to her senses, Mo Shangyun subconsciously raised her hand to press the brim of her hat, but as soon as her fingers touched the brim, she felt that her head was empty and her training hat was taken off.
Mo Shangjun, who had reached halfway out his hand, froze his fingers and twitched his brows fiercely.
Then, she raised her eyes, looked directly into Yan Tianxing's eyes, raised her brows, and then put on a careless look, "It smells sour."
Yan Tianxing narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to hook her chin, lowered his head, and almost touched the tip of her nose. Every word he spoke seemed to be grinded out from between his teeth. He was low-pitched and deep, cold, but very sexy and sultry.
"The jealousy is boiling over, how can I stop being sour?"
"Jiao Yan... No, Master Yan," Mo Shangyun stretched out his fingers, gently removed the hand that was holding his chin, and taught him earnestly, "You can't be so domineering when chasing people."
"Why did An Chen chase you?"
Yan Tianxing stretched out his hand and pressed against the door behind her, leaning forward, almost covering Mo Shangyun's figure in his figure.
"He can't." Mo Shangyun shook his head calmly.
"Who can do that?"
Mo Shangyun leaned back and simply leaned against the door, keeping a certain distance from Yan Tianxing, folding his arms and looking at him lazily.
Tilting her head, she smiled, "You."
You.
Then accept the words naturally.
Such straightforward words were like a direct promise, but seeing Mo Shangyun's overly relaxed and leisurely demeanor, Yan Tianxing was not happy at all.
My heart sank little by little.
Sure enough, Mo Shangyun spoke again, "But, Master Yan, don't you think..."
Mo Shangjun looked at Yan Tianxing's monster-like face, "It's hard for me to be with you peacefully, okay?"
Speaking of this, Mo Shangyun was extremely calm, and there was a hint of "I am doing this for your own good" in his words.
"What's so peaceful and peaceful hasn't even started yet, how come there are so many troubles?" Yan Tianxing frowned irritably, tapped her head angrily with his hand, and then said impatiently, "Whether you are happy or not, just a word."