The evening ended and the sky was full of sunset.

The pedestrians hurried on the road.

Because it was after get off work and school hours, the streets were no longer so depressed. There were more pedestrians. The warm yellow light hit them, and a long shadow was drawn on the ground.

Mo Shangjun was sitting in a noodle restaurant, eating a bowl of ravioli just out of the pan.

The soup ravioli was still steaming hot, biting a bit of tongue in her mouth. She blew her a few mouthfuls slowly before putting the ravioli in her mouth, so the temperature was just right.

Ding Jing was sitting opposite, a bowl of hot and sour powder in front of her, it was also very hot, and she added some extra chili, but she sent it to her mouth without changing the color, bit by bit, making people doubt her. There is no taste.

"What do you eat so fast?"

Seeing her gobbling, Mo Shangyun asked with a smile.

Picking up the vermicelli with chopsticks, Ding Jing blew it casually, then replied to Mo Shangyun: "I'm used to it."

--got used to.

This answer is surprisingly familiar.

Mo Shangyun froze for a while, only to realize that he had responded to others countless times.

Yan Tianxing always likes to pick her various bad habits, and then supervise her to correct them one by one, she always says "accustomed", because relatively rigorous training, because alone is unattended, because for many years That's too much, so she felt nothing.

But Yan Tianxing changed her tirelessly.

It started with three meals a day, and then paid attention to eating and drinking, as well as drying hair before going to sleep... a lot.

Even when she saw Ding Jing that was so similar to herself, she even had the idea of ​​persuading Ding Jing.

After a while, Mo Shangyun said: "Be slow, we are not in a hurry."

"Habit, I can't change it in a while."

In a blink of an eye, there was only a vermicelli of chopsticks in Ding Jing's bowl.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, "Take three bites and buy you the pendant you just saw."

Ding Jing was stunned, "Really?"

"As the leader, that must be done." Mo Shangyun said the old god.

"……Row."

Ding Jing promised to be exceptionally refreshing only in profitable trading.

If it is true, Ding Jing slowly divides the vermicelli into three parts. After the vermicelli has been blown to room temperature, the vermicelli is sent to the mouth, and then eaten slowly.

Mo Shangyun felt he had a daughter.

——I don’t know if he has such a daughter, will Yan Tianxing directly beat her to death.

daughter?

Yan Tianxing?

Realizing his sudden thoughts, Mo Shangyun had a little guilty conscience, bowed his head slightly, and continued to eat ravioli.

"Three, it's over." Ding Jing put down the chopsticks as if he had completed the task. He wondered if the transaction was too smooth, so he asked again, "Do you want to finish the soup?"

"No need to."

Mo Shangyun was crying and laughing.

I was tempting casually, but I didn't expect Ding Jing to be really sincere.

When I was shopping and wandering, Ding Jing entered a store and saw a pendant made of silver with a knife hanging underneath. The workmanship was still exquisite.

Ding Jing originally wanted to buy it, but once she had very little cash, this situation can not be used randomly. Second, this man has been in the army for many years, and has little contact with the outside world, even if he does it outside. The tasks I met were not normal people, so even if she had heard of a mobile phone going out of the world, she had not tried it and could not make online payments, and she did not wear a bank card with salary on her body, so Can only watch the pendant greedy, and finally left with regret.

In the middle, Ding Jing also had the idea of ​​"robbing and pacifying", but Mo Shangyun hurriedly dissuaded him.

Bu Yirong seemed to be kind and gentle, but that was the unanimous belly black fox. Once he provokes him, even Ding Jing, who has been in battle, can be chewed so that there is no scum left.

As a result, Ding Jing even shattered his last hope.

Now Mo Shangjun gave her another chance. Of course she was in a good mood. She listened to what Mo Shangjun said.

So Mo Shangyun thought, if her daughter can be so easily tamed... well, it looks good.

Thinking about this, Mo Shangyun raised his hand and raised his eyebrows, trying to keep himself awake.

After eating hot and sour powder, Ding Jing looked a little tasteless while waiting, so from time to time he would look outside, aiming at the hotel opposite, but it looked like it was just casually looking.

When Mo Shangjun was eating almost, Ding Jing looked at his watch impatiently, almost half past six.

"Why is this man so unpunctual." Ding Jing murmured anxiously.

After coming for a long time, the terrain was familiar, but as a result, I didn't even see any personal figures.

Worrying.

Mo Shangyun chuckled, "What if there is a traffic jam."

"Can't you leave early?"

"People are the boss, don't care about being late." Mo Shangyun said leisurely.

Ding Jing: "..." OK, she can't refute this.

Mo Shangyun gently shook his head.

Just like Ding Jing, who can't wait... She is more and more convinced that there will be accidents in the tracking operations of these days.

She only hopes that Ding Jing will not toss out a big mess, and it will be a little difficult to clean up by then.

But, unexpectedly, Mo Shangyun didn't seem to have a particularly strong idea to stop Ding Jing...

If she goes out once, just observes the goal for a few days, and does something boring and boring, there is no result, then she also feels uncomfortable.

Although for many people, it is already a great success to complete the task ordered above perfectly.

Fortunately, she and Ding Jing both have agitation factors in their bodies. The words of doing things properly, calming and calming are really far away from them.

Another minute passed.

Seeing that Ding Jing was about to stand up and step on the stool, when her expression became more and more impatient, the vehicle they knew finally appeared in the field of vision-the model and license plate of this car, they all saw on the basic information , That's Liu Ming's.

"he came."

Ding Jing said in a low voice.

Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids, seemingly inadvertently glancing towards the rear, as expected, he saw the car parked at the door of the bar, and then a figure of middle-aged happiness walked down.

Mediterranean hairstyle, beer belly, middle-aged man's fat... Well, the characteristics are very obvious, consistent with the photos on the information.

Liu Ming is right.

He only came down from the car alone, and could not see any other people.

Liu Ming, a middle-aged man with a big belly and a poop, glanced left and right after getting off the bus, and walked straight into the bar.

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun responded to Ding Jing.

Ding Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll go to the bar first, you are watching here."

If you just stay outside and record the time and place of his appearance, the tracking is also very simple. It is difficult for them to think of the importance of these tracking information.

Therefore, Ding Jing had suggested earlier that he should stay in the bar to see if he could find out who Liu Ming was in contact with, and Mo Shangyun was staying outside. If he had anything unusual, he would contact Ding Jing at any time. .

Mo Shangyun also agreed.

Mo Shangyun reminded faintly: "Don't make trouble."

"know."

Ding Jing responded perfunctoryly, as if he didn't take Mo Shangyun's instructions to heart.

Mo Shangyun sighed.

Ding Jing has been in a state of preparation for war for a long time, but he has nothing to do in an afternoon. Now his bones are tickling, so he can't wait to get up and walks into the bar opposite.

She was still low-key and did not attract the attention of others.

Mo Shangyun glanced at the sunset glow outside, and switched to the position on the right side, which was convenient to observe with the afterglow of the corner of his eye, and then sipped wonton soup without hesitation.

At the peak of dinner, there were a lot of people eating at this time. Although the taste of this restaurant was not so good and not many guests, neither the diners nor the staff had noticed the action of Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun was drinking soup, thinking about the next place.

It's definitely going to be noticeable when it's dry, and it's so stupid to sit in the car... what should I do to pass the time?

"Boss, a bowl of beef noodles, want a wide noodle."

Uncomfortable, a familiar female voice fell into Mo Shangyun's ears.

The sound is simple and clear, with clear pronunciation and no dialect, very standard Mandarin.

Mo Shangyun looked back in amazement.

When I saw the familiar figure, I heard her asking: "Is there a tofu brain?"

"That will be in the morning." The middle-aged man who had just stepped out of the back kitchen replied subconsciously.

"Row."

The voice answered in this way, but it was impossible to hear the loss.

With a hook on her lips and a light smile on her lips, she said loudly, "Boss, my money is on her account."

"what?"

The boss didn't recover for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Mo Shangyun sitting not far away.

He remembered that there were two people sitting there. One is the girl who eats wontons. The other one is hot and sour powder. There is no payment. Now one of them is gone. There is only one person left. On the account of the newcomer...want to eat overlord meal?