"Exercise," Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes and extended an invitation to the people upstairs without changing his expression, "Do you want to join us?"
The old man Yan Tianxing took a sip of tea, then lowered his eyes and glanced at her lightly.
Finally, he shook his head with a righteous face: "Not good."
Pooh!
The corner of Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched sharply.
She simply ignored him and went straight down the pipe. In a blink of an eye, she slid to the first floor. As she let go of the pipe and jumped down, she landed easily on the ground.
Looking upstairs again, Yan Tianxing was still standing there, holding tea in his hand. The balcony light was not turned on, and the moonlight fell on his face. His expression was lazy, and his elegant and noble demeanor was extremely obvious.
Seeing Mo Shangyun raise his head, Yan Tianxing raised his lips slightly and asked in a voice she could hear: "Are you still climbing up?"
Climb on your head!
Mo Shangyun subconsciously raised his hand to pull up the brim of his hat, but when he reached halfway, he suddenly realized that he was not wearing a training hat. His face darkened for no reason, he put his hand down, put it in his pocket, and walked out of Yan Tianxing's field of vision.
On the balcony on the third floor, Yan Tianxing frowned slightly. After she was far away, he turned around and walked into the dormitory.
Not long after, the lights in his dormitory were turned off, plunging him into darkness.
*
Mo Shangjun did not return to his office building.
She avoided the crowd and wandered around in a quiet place. Unknowingly, she wandered to the place where she and Yan Tianxing climbed over the wall before.
Noticing this familiar location, she frowned slightly, stood there and hesitated for a moment, then finally raised her legs and walked straight towards the wall.
He took three steps up the wall, and in the blink of an eye, he jumped to the top of the wall.
There was a tree outside the wall. Just like last time, Mo Shangyun jumped directly onto the tree and then slid down from the tree.
It is still in a remote location, and even if someone passes by, no one will notice the slightest movement here.
After clapping his hands, Mo Shangyun walked onto the street calmly.
only--
After walking about a hundred meters, he saw an elegant "old man" in casual clothes sitting in front of a stall at the first store on the snack street. Mo Shangyun suddenly got a headache and turned around to leave.
"Where to go?"
A cold and slightly chilling voice fell into her ears the moment she turned around.
Mo Shangjun's brows twitched fiercely.
She turned around, her eyebrows hidden under her messy hair, and looked calmly at Yan Tianxing, who was sitting in front of the stall.
Yan Tianxing was wearing a white shirt, black slacks, and no tie. He was dressed very lazy. Instead of the upright and bloody wildness when wearing a military uniform, he had an elegant and noble temperament, like a rich man who came from a wealthy family.
The young master is rich and powerful, as well as cultivated and capable.
However, at this moment, he was sitting on a stool that was incompatible with his temperament, with half of his exposed, rigid elbows on the table, with a glass of boiled water and a portion of fried noodles at hand.
"coincidence."
Mo Shangyun touched his nose and greeted him without any guilt.
"Unfortunately," Yan Tianxing lowered his eyelids, glanced at his watch, and said in a low and lazy voice, "Waiting for you."
"oh?"
Mo Shangjun looked confused.
She didn't know Yan Tianxing's purpose.
Since more than half a month ago, she didn't believe that Yan Tianxing would do anything good if he waited for her alone.
Maybe, it's not such a bad thing.
But, it's definitely not for flirting.
"What to eat?"
Yan Tianxing turned around, took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder, and opened them.
Drag the fried noodles in front of you.
Mo Shangyun walked over.
He stopped next to Yan Tianxing, then raised his head and shouted to the stall owner: "Boss, one portion of fried rice noodles, but less chili pepper."
"okay."
The boss glanced at her and then responded.
Mo Shangjun's outfit did not attract much attention.
There are no shoulder insignias, collar insignia, or any other features that identify her identity or military rank. She only has a camouflage short-sleeved shirt, loose camouflage pants, and a pair of military boots.
Not even a training hat.
Such imperfect equipment does not match the uniform of the army, and she looks like an ordinary female military fan.
However, this female military fan is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away from her just by looking at her.
Mo Shangyun used his feet to hook up a stool, placed it not far to the left of Yan Tianxing, and then sat down next to him.
While she was waiting, Yan Tianxing was eating fried noodles calmly, his movements were slow and graceful, attracting the attention of the little girls passing by.
If it weren't for the strong aura around him, they would feel pressured by looking at him more than once, and they would have to stop and take some photos.
Mo Shangjun is not someone who can be easily ignored. Within a few minutes of waiting for her fans to be fried, three men came to ask for her phone number and WeChat ID. Among them was a college student. As a result, Mo Shangjun
Before he could say anything, he was frightened away by Yan Tianxing's look.
When they left, they looked at Mo Shangjun sympathetically.
What a beautiful beauty!
She was actually occupied by a stingy man who couldn't even part with some fried noodles!
One can imagine how miserable that beauty's life will be in the future!
well.
Everyone sympathized with him.
Fortunately, the stir-fried noodles came out relatively quickly, so the pitiful sight quickly disappeared.
Mo Shangjun, who was penniless, took out his chopsticks, broke them open, and started eating the fried rice noodles smoothly.
Yan Tianxing put down his chopsticks first and saw that she was still eating, so he drank a glass of boiled water and waited for her.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)