In the back seat of the driver, the phone screen suddenly lit up. The man took the phone over, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and clicked on WeChat. Pictures came into view one by one.
Under the dim light, the man lightly curled his thin lips, then clicked on the big picture and flipped through it one by one.
After a while, the smile on his lips gradually faded away, replaced by coldness and sullenness.
The first four photos are three close-ups of barbecues and a selfie. They are all well-taken and very eye-catching. But in the back, there are a group of people taking photos together, and there are also separate photos of two people, all men, with
She was holding arms and legs, making people see the rising anger.
The grip on the phone tightened slightly.
Then, click on the input box and type.
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Reconnaissance camp.
After sending the picture, Mo Shangjun put his phone away without waiting for Yan Tianxing's reply.
Lang Yan came over with a plate of skewers he had grilled and gave it to the soldiers, but he was disliked by the soldiers along the way.
"Captain Lang."
Mo Shangyun waved to Lang Yan and stopped him.
Thinking that someone had appreciated the burnt skewers in his hand, Lang Yan immediately looked happy and walked over faster than Mo Shangyun.
"Here, have a bite." Lang Yan enthusiastically handed the plate to Mo Shangjun.
Mo Shangjun was very proud and chose a passable mutton skewer. He took a bite and reluctantly swallowed it under Lang Yan's expectant eyes.
Not to mention comparing with the cooking squad leader, even compared with Yan Tianxing, they are far behind.
"How is it?" Lang Yan asked eagerly.
After taking another bite of mutton skewers, Mo Shangjun said, "I want to go out tomorrow."
Lang Yan, who was waiting for Mo Shangyun's response, was stunned when he heard the sound. He paused for a moment before coming back to his senses. He asked in surprise: "Why are you going out again?"
"Going to the hospital to see a friend." Mo Shangyun glanced at him and said, "It's Lu Yang, the one you met last time."
"He hasn't been discharged from the hospital yet?"
It's been half a month, and who's still in the hospital?
"Something happened again last week." Mo Shangyun said, raising his hand and taking away most of the skewers on Lang Yan's plate, then he stretched out his hand towards the people at this table, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who is it?"
want?"
"Me me me!"
"Give me one!"
"I also want!"
With the active response of the soldiers, the pile of burnt skewers in Mo Shangjun's hand was all divided up in just a few seconds.
Lang Yan looked at this scene depressedly, and finally took a step forward unwillingly, and said to the people who had just become excited about the carving up, "I still have..."
The crowd dispersed in silence, leaving Lang Yan with an aloof figure.
Lang Yan: "..."
wipe!
What kind of brothers are these!
Seeing lust and forgetting one's righteousness!
Why is it that Mo Shangyun snatches what he takes, and they don’t care about what he gives away for free?!
Lang Yan deeply felt that his company commander had lost his prestige at some point, and his newly strengthened glass heart shattered into powder.
Lang Yan was hit hard.
Mo Shangyun patted his shoulder sympathetically, and then picked up the remaining skewers on his plate.
Almost as soon as she got it in her hand, the group of warriors who had lowered their heads to eat the skewers and chatted together once again rushed forward with tacit understanding and divided the skewers cleanly.
"..."
Seeing this different treatment, Lang Yan almost spit out blood.
"Accurate, false." Lang Yan gritted his teeth and spit out two words.
"Thank you."
Mo Shangjun said to him with a smile, and gave him a skewer of beef skewers made exclusively by the cooking squad leader.
Lang Yan left angrily.
The whole table laughed.
After getting satisfactory results, Mo Shangyun picked up another skewer, but the mobile phone in her pocket buzzed. She raised her hand and took out the mobile phone, and was stunned when she saw the note "Fool Yan".
After a while, he left the table with his skewer and mobile phone, and walked to a slightly quieter place.
However, as soon as she stood up, the phone was hung up.
After finishing the beef skewers slowly, Mo Shangyun unlocked his phone. He originally wanted to call back directly, but when he saw a new WeChat message, he hesitated and opened WeChat.
"Yan Tianxing: Mo Shangjun, are you chasing me, or are you here to piss me off?"
"Yan Tianxing: What does it sound like to hook up with other men?"
Mo Shangyun stared at these two lines of words for a while. From a distance, he could feel Yan Tianxing Youhuo's anger with nowhere to vent.
Touching her nose, she clicked on the picture she sent inexplicably.
I looked at it carefully twice and didn't see anything strange.
If you don't have your arms around each other when taking photos, why should you still be one or two meters apart? Then why take a photo?
Moreover, they didn't dare to do anything to themselves. Usually it was just her putting her elbow on someone else's shoulder, and there was nothing wrong with it.
Mo Shangyun thought for a moment, opened the address book, and dialed Yan Tianxing's number.
The phone rang and I picked it up.
"What to do?" Yan Tian Xing's sullen and low voice came.
"Are you jealous?" Mo Shangyun raised his lips and asked jokingly.
"..."
Three seconds later, there was only a "click" sound and the phone was hung up.
After being hung up on not once or twice, Mo Shangyun was not annoyed. He smiled, opened WeChat, and sent Yan Tianxing a middle-aged and elderly emoticon.
It was a young man holding a rose that took up one-third of the picture. The words on the picture were - "I give you a rose. It's so nice to chat with you!"
She has dozens of similar pictures in her photo album, all of which she found the last time Mo Shangjun searched for avatar pictures.
However, Yan Tianxing, who clicked on the picture on the other side, was furious.
Mo Shangyun, you are dead!
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)