Of course, Mo Shangyun didn't do anything while he was waiting.
Five minutes was enough for her to understand the situation near the red brick house.
Although it was snowing, the snow was not deep. In addition, they had trampled the snow all over with footprints. Mo Shangyun walked around nearby. If they didn't observe carefully, they wouldn't be able to find it.
At first, Mo Shangjun didn't talk nonsense and forced them to act quickly because he was afraid that their footprints would be discovered.
While feeling the terrain, she noticed the position of the jeep and found that the rear window was not closed, so she took care of the six people within a minute, then drove the Yamaha R1 for a detour, but she was still ahead of the two people in the third group.
He rushed to the jeep in one step.
There are two reasons why she could not be discovered.
First, the other party was in a hurry and did not have time to check the footprints.
Second, the other party is inexperienced. If it is Yan Tianxing, she will definitely have to change her plan.
However, Yan Tianxing guessed her plan of action in a short time and found her lost Yamaha R1, which was beyond her expectation.
"Change your helmet."
Yan Tianxing found it interesting and reached out to get Mo Shangjun's helmet.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand reached halfway, Mo Shangyun took out his dagger and pressed it against his back - the area close to his heart.
"You try?" Mo Shangyun threatened.
"..." Yan Tianxing frowned, "Who made it dirty?"
"Do you have mysophobia?" Mo Shangyun asked back.
"No."
Mo Shangjun laughed angrily, "You are looking for trouble."
"Yes," Yan Tianxing nodded along with her words, "Just looking for trouble."
After a slight pause, Mo Shangjun took back the dagger with his backhand, and then asked provocatively: "How about a fight?"
Yan Tianxing glanced at her right shoulder, "Are you sure your shoulder can fight?"
"..."
Mo Shangjun was speechless for a moment.
How come this man’s eyes are so long that you can even notice them?
Yan Tianxing chuckled, covered her goggles, and tapped her helmet while she wasn't paying attention.
The corners of Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched slightly.
Then, I heard Yan Tianxing’s voice, “Hold on, let’s go.”
Mo Shangyun hesitated and grabbed his shoulder.
*
hotel.
When Mo Shangjun got out of the car, there was no trace of warmth in his body.
It was really cold today.
I looked at my watch again, it was almost four o'clock.
Mo Shangyun glanced at Yan Tianxing who got out of the car and asked, "How long have you asked for leave for me?"
"Four hours." Yan Tianxing said casually.
In fact, he didn't say a specific time.
Mo Shangjun was half-convinced.
The two of them entered the hotel together and stayed in the same suite they had booked earlier.
Mo Shangjun was a little cold, so he went to get a bathrobe and took a hot bath.
On a rare occasion when he could take a bath, Mo Shangjun walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and a lazy look after half an hour.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yan Tianxing turned his head and looked over, "It's timed out."
Mo Shangjun glanced at him sideways and was too lazy to answer.
After taking a bath, I found that my shoulder hurt even more.
That collision was really not light.
Before entering the bedroom, Mo Shangyun suddenly thought of something and turned around, "I'll sleep on the bed, and you'll sleep on the sofa."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Tianxing walked over here carrying a bag.
After taking a closer look, I realized it was medicine, probably just bought.
"Apply the medicine and go to sleep." Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows when he walked to her.
Mo Shangyun subconsciously pulled on his bathrobe and replied coldly: "No need."
Yan Tianxing lazily asked: "My ex was injured in the collision. How many days do you want to stay?"
"..."
Mo Shangyun hesitated for a while, then finally raised his eyes tiredly and let him go.
Yan Tianxing reached out to take the medicine in his hand, but Yan Tianxing avoided it.
Looking at her, Yan Tianxing questioned, "Can you wipe it yourself?"
"..."
*
Three minutes later.
Both Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing entered the bedroom.
Mo Shangjun was lying on the bed, and the bathrobe on his right shoulder was pulled off, revealing his smooth shoulders and half an inch of his arms. However, his fair skin was covered in bruises, which was shocking.
There was no underwear underneath, which made it easier to apply medicine, but the delicate skin and vague outline made Yan Tianxing's pupils shrink and he hesitated.
"Are you still wiping it off?"
Mo Shangyun, who was about to go to sleep, asked Yan Tianxing impatiently.
Turning his head and noticing Yan Tianxing's strange look, Mo Shangyun suddenly realized something and tried to turn over to sit up, but Yan Tianxing's cold fingers pressed his shoulders.
"Depend on!"
Mo Shangjun's shoulder hurt and he cursed.
"Be patient."
After warning, Yan Tianxing no longer hesitated, lowered his head and applied medicine to her.
The potion was as cold as ice. The moment it touched the skin of his shoulders, Mo Shangyun trembled slightly, but soon there was no movement.
Next, Mo Shangjun remained motionless.
Yan Tianxing thought she was asleep.
After applying the medicine, Yan Tianxing wanted to put her nightgown on, but as soon as he opened it a little, he noticed a few very shallow scars.
They were all stab wounds, concentrated on the back, and they must be several years old.
Mo Shangjun moved, raised his hand to grab the collar, put on the nightgown on his right shoulder, and sat up.
"Where did the injury come from?" Yan Tianxing stared at her.
Mo Shangjun looked at him with an indifferent expression, "Do you think my skills are innate?"
Yan Tianxing's eyes moved slightly.
Of course, skills are acquired through practice, but ordinary people do not practice martial arts since childhood.
The wounds on Mo Shangjun's back were very faint, and they were at least ten years old.
Before he could speak, Mo Shangyun lifted up the quilt, turned over and lay down on the bed.
"Don't call me in the morning."
Mo Shangyun didn't open his eyes, so he lazily reminded him, then turned over and fell asleep.
I didn't sleep for nearly 4 hours. I did a few hours of morning exercise in between, made preparations for the party, acted as the host of the party, and participated in an action where one was against many. It would be strange not to be tired.
She just wanted to have a good sleep.
She could probably stab anyone who tried to stop him.
Yan Tianxing didn't bother her at all.
He closed the curtains and left the bedroom.
*
Morning, nine o'clock.
Mo Shangjun opened his eyes suddenly.
After sleeping for less than five hours, there was no sound in the room, but her body's habits obviously did not allow her to continue sleeping.
The moment I opened my eyes, I was completely awake.
Mo Shangyun sat up, but her right shoulder still hurt badly. She moved a little and felt that the pain had eased, and then she got out of bed with slippers on.
As soon as he came out of the bedroom, he saw Yan Tianxing sitting on the sofa.
He was peeling an apple, holding a fruit knife. He moved very quickly and cut it halfway. The skin was not broken, and it was even and thin.
Mo Shangjun stopped and looked at him lazily.
The curtains were drawn in the bedroom, which was very dark. It was different here. It had snowed all night and the sky was gray. The light came from the window. Yan Tianxing seemed to be covered with a layer of dark light. He lowered his head and looked attentive. From Mo Shangyun's perspective,
, a bit pleasing to the eye.
Yan Tianxing had already noticed her presence.
It wasn't until he finished peeling the apple that he raised his head and said, "Good morning."
"Is there anything to eat?" Mo Shangyun walked over.
Yan Tianxing replied, "No."
Mo Shangjun shrugged, took the already washed military uniform that he had placed on the sofa, and turned around to wash up and change clothes.
Five minutes later, Mo Shangyun walked out in high spirits.
"You don't care about eating, but do you care about delivering it?" Mo Shangyun straightened his military hat and asked Yan Tianxing.
"It doesn't matter."
Yan Tianxing replied, put the cut apple into the fruit bowl, put a few toothpicks on it, and handed it over.
Mo Shangjun lowered his head and glanced at the apple pieces cut into equal sizes.
Then, he frowned in disgust.
"A waste of time."
After making a comment, Mo Shangyun inserted a piece of apple with a toothpick, put it in his mouth and took a bite.
Tossing out a flower will still taste the same.
"This is called enjoying life." Yan Tianxing answered slowly.
Mo Shangjun ate a piece but stopped eating. He threw the toothpick into the trash can and asked him sideways, "Where's breakfast?"
"Answer me a question." Yan Tianxing said leisurely.
"No answer."
"Then there's nothing to eat."
"..."
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