Mo Shangjun bowed his head and fiddled with the picture.

After a few moments, she no longer aimed, and raised her eyebrows, and affirmed: "Not to mention, the painting is very good."

Yan Tianxing nodded and agreed: "I heard that I haven't learned anything, but rely on talent."

It's nice to be able to draw such a realistic picture directly.

It is said that after going to school for a few years, I learned a little basic skills, and then I figured it out by myself.

Weirdly looked at Yan Tianxing for a few moments. Ink on the ink narrowed his eyes and asked him with interest: "Do you know what your tone is like now?"

"Ok?"

Yan Tianxing raised his eyes unclearly.

Fingers clasped gently on the table, and a slight smile hung on the corner of the ink on the ink. She said in a word: "...Hyun daughter."

It can be seen that Yan Tianxing has a "good impression" of that flower.

More than the other party saved his life, he was grateful.

However, it is certainly not the kind of good feelings of mischief.

Mo Shangyun saw a kind of affirmation and appreciation of "elders to juniors" in him.

"..."

This answer made Yan Tianxing stunned for a moment.

After a slight pause, he asked, "Are you giving me one?"

"..."

This time Mo Shangyun froze himself.

In a flash, he jumped into his own pit.

Mo Shangyun didn't say anything, as if he didn't hear Yan Tianxing's words, and directly ignored his topic.

Well, she didn't think about it, and she didn't want to think about it.

Ten Thousand Steps said that she had thought about writing marriage applications, but in the future, she and Yan Tianxing had no other roles.

After all, she is good, and Yan Tianxing is good enough.

I didn't think that Yan Tianxing did not let her go. Instead, she saw her hesitation clearly. Yan Tianxing's tone sank diligently, inch by inch. "Mo Shangyun, let you go for a few more years. too much."

"A man has thirty-one flowers, aren't you young?" Mo Shangyun complimented.

"..."

Turning his eyes, Mo Shangyun asked: "Is your brother still alone?"

"..."

Yan Tianxing was too lazy to take care of her.

When it comes to topics she doesn't want to mention, she likes to find other topics to transfer...

Not so rare to say her.

Mo Shangyun didn't give up, and asked again: "I'll go back and help you to urge him to find you a sister-in-law?"

"Can you think about your own business?" Yan Tianxing glanced at her contemptuously. After he paused, he said uncomfortably, "He even has his son."

"what?"

In a few moments, Yan Tianxing added: "But he didn't know it himself."

His eyes blinked, and it took a few seconds for Inkun Jun to accept such a bizarre understatement. She bent down slightly and stared at him in wonder, "Then ask, how do you know this little uncle?" of?"

"..."

It's hard to say.

Yan Tianjing this uneasy thing.

Seeing that Yan Tianxing didn't speak, Mo Shangyun estimated that the story was very complicated, so she didn't ask. She propped her elbow on the table and leaned forward. She seemed to ask Yan Tianxing curiously, "Oh, are the children cute?"

After thinking about it seriously, Yan Tianxing nodded, "cute."

"Is it good to feed?" Mo Shangyun asked again.

"..."

This is his blind spot.

"Yes, you have no children." Mo Shangyun straightened up with regret.

Yan Tianxing: "..."

Is she short-circuited?

Who was he born with? !

With his finger against his chin, his fingertips rubbing casually, Mo Shangyun thought for a moment, and said, "If you are as good as the Buddha--"

"Are you a pet?!" Yan Tianxing almost wanted to roll her eyes at her.

"...Almost." She never raised again.

"Buddha is helping Ruan Yan raise you."

Mentioning this, Yan Tianxing has no idea about "raising a baby".

"Speaking of Buddha--" Mo Shangyun glanced out the window. "It seems to follow me."

Yan Tianxing lifted his fingers and pinched his eyebrows, sighing, "I see."

As early as early in the morning, he heard the call of Yingxuan high in the sky, faintly familiar, and had a hunch that "Mo Shangyun might come".

I didn't think it was true.

When they were just getting ink on the fence outside, Buddha also caught a rat and threw it outside. Later, as soon as he opened the window, he left after throwing a mouse at the table.

Mo Shangyun, who is the master, listened to Yan Tianxing about this bizarre event, but he was a bit stunned.

When she was parachuting, she heard the eagle chirping, and seemed to see Buddha in a trance.

She felt Buddha follow her all the way.

However, she did not greet Buddha, and Buddha did not take the initiative to show up.

However, she can hear the eagle occasionally, and sometimes when she wakes up, she will see some food from small animals, and she probably knows it.

She had no time and no mood to accompany the Buddha, and she had never been in charge of it, and offered her diligence and companionship with it.

Unexpectedly, it would come to send rats to Yan Tianxing.

For a long time, Mo Shangyun sighed, "It must be smarter than your baby."

"..."

Yan Tianxing didn't know what to do with her for a while.

Did she talk like that?

No mood is lost.

Thinking of the Buddha, Mo Shangyun thought of the things of the previous days, and didn't want to joke with Yan Tianxing again, her expression of lightness and pleasure had calmed down a bit, and asked, "Anything about these days, can you tell me what you said?"

"Ok."

"Originally... forget it, go back and talk." Mo Shangyun was halfway through his words, and he simply waved his hand. "First we will solve the matter at hand."

She originally wanted to tell Yan Tianxing herself.

But there were so many things, she didn't know where to start.

Tell others, naturally: Oh, participated in an earthquake rescue.

But Yan Tianxing was no one else. She couldn't say it so lightly, as if it was just the past that had been turned, and nothing was left with her.

The earthquake left a lot of things, she remembered too many details, so she wanted to say anything.

It takes time.

But it is clear that they do not have enough time now.

Raising her hand and putting it on her hand resting on the table, Yan Tianxing said: "We will go back soon."

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun responded with a smile.

This way is too long.

It seemed like the last time I stayed at the base and enjoyed my daily life, it was like something from my last life.

...

The ridicule is ridiculed.

Only that sketch, Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing can analyze many things.

Although the houses here are built by themselves, they are not a unified structure, but in general there is no difference.

Just from the several rooms on the painting, the direction of each room, and then derive the function of each room based on the experience of a flower...

This news is enough for Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing to formulate a preliminary attack plan.

It is not easy to find out from where you are approaching, where breakthroughs can reduce risk, cooperation between teams... all kinds of things can be guessed.

The two fell in love for a while, and did not notice that Su Bei and Bu Yirong had made the fence gate, and then left quietly.

When they heard footsteps, they initially thought that it was North Jiangsu or step-by-step, and when they entered the house, they realized that there was something wrong with the footsteps.

Mo Shangyun turned around unconsciously, and at a glance he saw a flower in a red dress standing at the door of the bedroom.

"you are--"

A flower filled with consternation, puzzled in the local dialect.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

【1】

Just watched the comment area...

Reader: I don’t keep it.

Momo: I don’t have a baby.

......Something seems wrong?

【2】

Now that Yan Tianjing's story is mentioned in the article, let me first say that in the article "Warm House Warm Marriage: Lingye, Ruthless" opened on April 8th, Yan Tianjing's emotional history will be written.

【3】

Tomorrow's fifth, Xiaoxiang's genuine sister paper, don't forget to leave a message to get welfare.