Taking a deep breath, Mo Shangjun suppressed the spleen pressure.

"If you spend the money, you can't refund it."

Mo Shangyun's eyes were chilling, his eyes turned into knives, and he flew directly towards Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing's captain's concentration is not overshadowed, and her staring eyes filled with murderousness can be calmly ignored, but he did not harm her again, but said rather regretfully: "Loss."

"You haven't asked how much money." Mo Shangyun said with an eyebrow.

"Even if you spend money, you will lose money." Yan Tianxing said heartily, but when she thought about it, she should really cooperate with Mo Jun, so she asked, "How much did you spend?"

"Ten---" Mo Shangyun said, and then asked, "Are you paying?"

Throwing the magazine aside, Yan Tianxing stood up and smiled slightly in the corner of his eyes, "Aren't you sent me?"

"No more."

Mo Shangyun raised his hand and threw the rose into the trash can.

This kind of movement, a slight impact, actually caused the petals of the rose to fall by half.

Seeing this scene in his eyes and seeing Yan Tian Xing Qiang's expression of ridicule, Mo Shangyun was bad for the whole person.

Fuck.

Is it easy for her to be "romantic"? !

"Don't be discouraged, you still have a chance these days." Yan Tianxing handed her a look of encouragement as she walked over, and then bent over to pick up the rose in the trash can, and after careful inspection, the thief said to the face , "Come on."

"..."

Mo Shangyun frowned slightly, feeling unhappy.

Until I saw Yan Tianxing dragging the "seriously sick body", I found her an empty bottle of mineral water, took half a bottle of water and inserted a rose, and put it in front of the window to expose to the sun. The expression was finally relieved.

"The doctor said that it is better not to move your body," Mo Shangyun said. "He was so mad at him because he looked at you."

Yan Tianxing came over with a smile, "Why don't you take your hand?"

Mo Shangyun was amazed, "Just as your Vajra body, you can even participate in battles. Can I take a hand with a flower?"

"..."

The smile on Yan Tianxing's face faded away.

After that, he stood in front of Mo Shangjun, raised his hand to grab her hair, and looked down at her face half-down, "I don't care about you for your good looks."

"..."

Come on, please think about it.

It made her feel like eating by the face.

Having just finished talking, Yan Tianxing squinted at the table next to him, raised his hand like the uncle, and said, "Open the lunch box."

"..."

The demand is not excessive, but the tone is rather unsmooth.

Mo Shangyun looked at his demon face, took a deep breath, and then gave up his displeasure.

Take off his hand that messed up his hair, "Claws converge."

Turn around and open a lunch box for Yan Tianxing.

Standing aside, Yan Tianxing's lips and lips smiled faintly, and her eyes fell on her soft short hair, saying, "It's chaotic and more pleasing to the eye."

This is true.

Mo Shangjun usually wears training uniforms and usually wears training caps. Her hair is easily messed up when she is pressed by her hat, so when she picks up her hat, she seldom feels smooth. Sometimes she grabs her fingers, which is even more messy, but she doesn’t care. The messy henhouse head can also show its own taste.

Don't say it, it's cool and handsome, and I feel lazy and casual.

Can't be tied to "sloppy".

Today, she didn't wear a hat, her hair was combed, and it went very smoothly. She didn't even have her hair up. Yan Tianxing looked a little uncomfortable.

"What taste?" Mo Shangyun glanced at him obliquely.

With a chuckle, Yan Tianxing said: "Your man's exclusive taste."

"..."

Mo Shangyun said for a moment.

Moly opened the lunch box quickly, and Mo Junyun gave him a white look, "Eat."

There was a delay on the road, although the weather was fair, the temperature was not low, and the food was not cool, but it was just warm.

It's so cold to not eat again.

"Seat."

Yan Tianxing glanced at the chair one step away from him.

"I think you made it."

Mo Shangyun caught fire in his eyes and walked over and kicked the chair behind him.

Yan Tianxing smiled, a little naive, and sat down contentedly.

Looking at his good mood, Mo Shangyun lost his temper in a moment.

While he was eating, she went to wash her hands, and then took the initiative to sit next to the edge of the bed, picked up a fruit knife and cut apples for Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing tasted delicious, and occasionally clipped her with a chopstick and handed it to her mouth, she also ate it.

But eating what you make is not interesting. ——She is still thinking about Yan Tianxing’s full seat of Man and Han.

"Go to the street?"

"Ok."

Ink on the eyelid lifted up.

In his speech, Mo Shangyun had already peeled off the whole apple peel.

She picked up the apple peel with a fruit knife, and with her tossing motion, the apple peel slipped smoothly into the trash can.

Immediately afterwards, with a few brushes, the flesh was cut open, and the core was separated from it, becoming a petal, and she put it all on the lid of the lunch box.

The tip of the fruit knife poked an apple, and she handed it to Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing glanced at it and said, "I want to eat oranges."

"..."

Mo Shangyun was stunned.

Later, Yan Tianxing took a bite and ate the apple pieces.

Looking at the bright fruit knife in his hand, his eyebrows were covered with a faint expression of anger, "Why didn't you say it when I was cutting apples?"

"You can eat," Yan Tianxing said slowly, "and, when you cut apples--"

"Awesome?"

Mo Shangyun took his words.

"...Very eye-catching." After thinking about it, Yan Tianxing decided to change the word.

Although it is indeed "handsome", it cannot be said so.

She is handsome.

What about him?

He still remembers that Mo Shangjun had given him such a note as "Yan Meiren" that would damage his majesty.

Seeing Yan Tianxing said sincerely, Mo Shangyun picked an apple and ate it himself, pressed down, and then desperately peeled oranges from Yan Tianxing's ancestor.

She had nothing to do. She peeled an orange and peeled off the flowers. The orange peel was symmetrically divided into six petals. The piece of orange meat sticked to it was peeled off with another petal. It's like a flower.

Yan Tianxing watched the scene silently.

Mo Shangjun, however, talked about the moon cake problem in the Mid-Autumn Festival before he vomited.

"We make mooncakes by ourselves, and mobilize all the people who can do it." Mo Shangyun asked, "What about your mooncakes?"

Yan Tianxing understood what she meant when she heard it, saying: "You are in charge of moon cakes, we are in charge of barbecue."

"That line."

Nodded, Mo Shangjun responded briskly.

She thought so too.

Her tacit understanding with Yan Tianxing is increasing day by day, and there were many details to be discussed, but it took only a few minutes to wait.

Yan Tianxing happened to finish his lunch.

This time, Mo Shangyun didn't let him "injury" go to wash the lunch box, but let him rest in peace, clean up the lunch box and go back to wash it.

Yan Tianxing was surprised by her rare "thoughtfulness". And this surprise fell in the eyes of Mo Shangjun... If he were not injured, Mo Shangyun would have to abolish him.

Sitting in a chair, Yan Tianxing looked at Mo Shangyun who organized the table, and his eyes fell on the cake fruit. He thought of Ruan Yan's emotional description, and then asked, "Do you need relief?"

"Huh?" Raised his eyebrows slightly, and Mo Shangyun reacted immediately. "Aren't you going to pay the debt?"

Yan Tian Xing Li was arrogant, "I didn't intend to do this."

Mo Shangjun's action of tidying up the table and leaning her head, she just thought it was incredible.

Looking up and down Yan Tianxing for a few moments, Mo Shangyun didn't rush with him, but leaned on the table and raised his eyebrows and said: "You can think of it, this is a life owed to me."

Uncle Yan said lazily, "I am willing to owe it."

Shrugging, Mo Shangyun said, "This life is not good."

Yan Tianxing said: "No loss."

Mo Shangyun nodded, "It's not a loss."

Yan Tianxing asked: "Is there any money?"

"Look for Ruan Yan to borrow some living expenses." Mo Shangyun said very cheerfully.

Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows and said uncomfortably: "No matter how he arranges, he will have to line up after "Ten"?"

Borrowing money... Isn't her boyfriend the first?

Looking for a friend who is extremely uncharacteristic?

Lord Ye is a little unhappy.

"Hey!" Mo Shangyun responded with a smile, snapped his fingers, and said, "So when I started, I didn't plan to pay it back."

"..."

Yan Tianxing squinted at her.

Finger scratching his nose, Mo Shangyun said with a smile: "Just when he bought the money for your desk."

Yan Tianxing moved his eyebrows and felt comfortable.

*

Yan Tianxing said that "taking money for money" was indeed given by Mo Shangyun. After that, he did not mention "money" to Yan Tianxing.

For so many years, Mo Shangyun has not paid attention to the "money" issue.

Now it is not enough.

If the money is gone, you can make it again. After all, her salary is not low now, and there are few places where the money is useful; but people are gone...

For Mo Shangyun, the two cannot be measured together.

After chatting with Yan Tianxing and resting for a while, and then solving the two small cakes with Yan Tianxing, Mo Shangyun packed up the trash and left Yan Tianxing's ward.

She went to the ward next door and found that Liang Zhiqiong was there, and Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng chatted with her.

Tang Shi should be "offer".

Let them stay for the first time, no one was urged by Mo Shangyun, and turned to Song Xiuliang.

After the earthquake rescue, all the participating team members will come to the hospital for psychological consultation.

Now almost a week has passed, and the results should have come out long ago.

She had to ask Song Xiuliang.

After the rescue, it will cause a group of people to have psychological stress disorder. This problem is highly valued by Mo Shangyun, so it cannot be ignored.

Exactly, just after work in the afternoon, Song Xiuliang was also there. Upon seeing Mo Shangyun came, Song Xiuliang swiftly presented the results of the second team.

"Everyone in your team is okay, there are some problems with individual, just come and talk to me regularly."

Speaking of which, Song Xiuliang looked at Mo Shangyun deeply.

"Look at what I do?" He knew what he was thinking at a glance, and Mo Shanyun wrinkled his eyebrows, saying, "Aren't I looking for you to chat?"

"..."

I don't know where it came from. It's a cheeky thing. I can even say that.

Song Xiuliang was shocked by her and was speechless.

With a sigh, he avoided Mo Shangjun's problem in an interesting way, took out a stack of consultation results, and explained each team's situation to Mo Shangjun one by one.

He knew Mo Shangyun's temper.

She can't take care of herself, because she knows well, and she has a bit of a "taboo". But for others, Mo Shangyun will never relax his vigilance, and he must fully understand it.

This is probably the legend-stricter than the legal person, wider than treat yourself.

Mo Shangjun is dedicated to patience, not only listening, but also discussing with Song Xiuliang.

Chat one by one until Mo Shangyun confirmed that he was in control of their heart.

Song Xiuliang has been saying that he was so dizzy that after talking about the last "Ding Jing", he took a deep breath and felt like he was reborn.

Ding Jing came back yesterday. Jiang Qiong was brought to see Song Xiuliang in the morning. Song Xiuliang also measured her psychological assessment.

In the words of Song Xiuliang-"She is better than you."

Ink on the nose sneered.

"Are you really not coming to consult?" Song Xiuliang asked Mo Shangyun without hesitation, "I'm taking part in the rescue, have you encountered a lot of problems? I'm so stressed that I'm sick."

"Just talking about it now, it looks like a quack."

Mo Shangyun patted the dust on the clothes corner, finally got up.

Playing with the sign pen, Song Xiuliang glanced at her desperately, then shook his head with a sigh.

As he turned sideways, Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, then turned his head to look at him and said, "You don't understand."

"...Student Mo Shangyun, you are provoking my profession."

Song Xiuliang stood up sharply, his hands pressed against the table.

"This," said Mo Shangyun, and the thief said sincerely, "It really doesn't."

She simply expressed her views.

To enlighten her from a bystander's perspective is often not like talking to someone who has experienced it firsthand.

Song Xiuliang raised his hand and raised his eyebrows, then took a breath and pulled his neck to ease himself.

It was too long to tell her, and he was always talking attentively, which caused his brain to be deprived of oxygen and his temper could not be controlled.

Just then, the door knocked suddenly outside.

"Knockknock."

The door rang three times, and then there was a female voice: "Dr. Song."

The sound was so familiar that Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows with interest and glanced at the door.

Song Xiuliang said: "Come in."

The door is unlocked and opened as soon as it is twisted.

In the door slit, the figure of Shang Ru appeared.

Shang Ru should have just come, and hadn't had time to wear a white coat, still dressed up at noon.

Elegant and beautiful.

Looking inside, she caught a glimpse of Mo Shangyun and Song Xiuliang.

The corners of the lips on the ink rose, and a smile that seemed to be absent.

"Dr. Song," first shouted, Shang Ru began to talk about things, "Director Xu said that there was a temporary meeting, and I hadn't contacted you, so let me come over and call you."

Song Xiuliang glanced at the landline and mobile phone on the table.

Because Mo Shangyun had to concentrate on "advising", all of them were temporarily on strike.

He is familiar with Shangru. After nodding, he asked, "What time?"

"Five o'clock."

After glancing at the time on the phone, Shang Ru answered.