After confirming that Mo Cang was not in the capital and could not be contacted within a short period of time, she gave up contacting him.
She played with her phone, and after a while, she raised her eyes and asked Yan Tianxing, "Do you have headphones?"
If I remember correctly, Yan Tianxing's mobile phone is the same model as hers.
Yan Tianxing frowned and thought for a moment, then said: "Study drawer."
"Thank you." Mo Shangjun stood up and asked again, "Paper and pen?"
"There are both in the study room." Yan Tianxing said calmly.
Putting his cell phone in the pocket of his bathrobe, Mo Shangyun walked directly to the study with his crutches.
I have been here last time and stayed for two days. There is no need to ask which room is where.
Obviously, Yan Tianxing, who has gone through the three-month assessment and three-month training camp, has not been back in the past six months, and nothing has been touched in the study.
Mo Shangjun found the earphones from the drawer and a stack of scratch paper. Then he sat at the desk, put the earphones into both ears, clicked on the random music, and then picked up the signature pen to scribble on the scratch paper.
Paint and paint.
Simply being idle means being idle. She has not been able to sort out many things recently. Paper and pen can always help people sort out something.
Three hours later.
After turning off the TV, throwing away the trash, and taking a shower, Yan Tianxing passed by the study room when he was going back to his room to rest. He accidentally glanced over there and saw Mo Shangyun sitting upright in front of the desk, his head slightly lowered.
He is standing, his waist is straight, and he has good writing habits.
On her left hand side, there is a thick stack of scratch paper, and she doesn't know what she is doing.
Glancing at the watch whose hour hand was about to point to 1, Yan Tianxing frowned and walked directly into the study.
It was strange that Mo Shangyun, who always had keen intuition, did not notice his approach.
After walking halfway, Yan Tianxing discovered the source of Mo Shangjun's dullness——
That pair of headphones.
There was a distance of three or four meters, and Yan Tianxing could actually hear a noisy sound. It was buzzing. He probably turned the sound up to the maximum.
He walked over quickly.
Sure enough, the sound got louder.
However, although Mo Shangyun's hearing was dulled, she was aware of his approach by relying on Yan Tianxing's strong aura. The moment he walked to her side, she raised her head.
Then--
The headphones were ripped off.
"What to do?" Mo Shangyun looked at Yan Tianxing with a gloomy expression inexplicably.
It's just inexplicable. When I saw him today, I kept a straight face, as if I owed him a debt.
She was sitting here quietly writing something, listening to music and wearing headphones. She didn't disturb him, so why did she come to cause trouble?
Yan Tianxing frowned and stared at her without making a sound, but took an earphone and put it to his ear.
Immediately, the electronic sound that shattered people's eardrums made Yan Tianxing frown even more tightly, and his face became extremely gloomy.
Seeing this expression, Mo Shangyun suddenly sympathized with him.
Well, it happens to be the chorus part, which is quite harsh and is completely unacceptable to an old man like Yan Tianxing...
Soon, Yan Tianxing removed the headphones and asked, "Before you leave tomorrow morning, can you see how delicate you are?"
"For example?" Mo Shangyun tilted his head.
Yan Tianxing had a sullen face and said coldly: "Go to bed now."
"oh."
Mo Shangyun silently took the earphones back.
"Put away the headphones." Yan Tianxing warned.
After thinking about it, Mo Shangjun decided to save the prejudice of passers-by for this song, and emphasized: "This song is quite nice."
Half an hour ago, she started looping the single.
"Shall I collect it for you?"
Yan Tianxing was not in the mood to discuss music with her.
He only knew that if Mo Shangyun continued to listen, the only possibility was that his hearing was damaged.
Mo Shangjun took off the earphone from his right ear, rolled up the earphone cord, and when he finally pulled out the earphone, he couldn't help but mutter, "This is so unreasonable."
"What did you say?"
Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows and didn't seem to hear clearly.
"nothing."
"Um?"
Narrowing his eyes, Yan Tianxing's nasal voice rose, and there was a dangerous aura in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Putting the headphone cable back into the drawer, Mo Shangyun said directly: "I said I would live with someone else, but you have the final say."
Yan Tianxing slapped the back of her head angrily.
Mo Shangjun frowned and stared at him unhappily, "What you call abusing a disabled person."
Yan Tianxing smiled instead of getting angry, "Why don't you show me a disabled person?"
Lowering his head, Mo Shangyun glanced at his left foot. He wanted to say something, but after thinking about how his left foot was injured, he suddenly lost interest in arguing with Yan Tianxing.
The emotion in his eyebrows gradually faded, Mo Shangyun pursed his lips slightly and raised his hand to collect the draft papers on the desk.
Yan Tianxing glanced casually and suddenly saw the word "black shadow". He subconsciously thought of that man and immediately his expression became extremely cold.
Seeing Mo Shangyun stacking them up one by one, Yan Tianxing stared at Mo Shangyun closely and asked in a low voice: "What is your relationship with that man?"
Mo Shangjun paused as he put away the draft paper.
As soon as he saw her like this, Yan Tianxing felt upset for no reason.
"The relationship between us is not enough to talk about this kind of thing, right?" Mo Shangyun raised his head and asked calmly.
Three seconds of silence.
"Ah."
With an almost self-deprecating laugh, Yan Tianxing turned around and left.
Mo Shangyun paused for a moment and looked at Yan Tianxing's back as he walked out of the door, looking a little dazed. She didn't come back to her senses until she heard a "bang" sound of the door closing.
In fact, there is no need to be angry with him.
but--
Instead of hanging him up again and again, it would be better to cut him off completely.
She had a hunch that something happened with that person...
It’s not over in a short period of time.
Thinking of this, Mo Shangyun tightened his grip on the paper, and actually squeezed more than ten pieces of paper until they were crumpled.
Oh shit.
He must be killed.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)