Mo Shangyun is a kind of extremely restrained good-looking, which often overshadows his appearance when he makes an impression.

Especially the dashing spirit in her every move, which was practiced naturally in the army, created her natural aura.

When she and Ding Jing went to eat rice noodles across from each other, the three staff members in the store noticed her. Later, when she came over to order milk tea, two of the girls were bubbling with excitement.

Right now, the politeness and self-cultivation revealed in the gossip, and the attractive and handsome look in the action, can make the girls all excited.

At this time, the only male employee in the shop was pushed out by another female employee.

"You, hello."

Suddenly slammed into Mo Shangjun's field of vision, the male staff greeted Mo Shangyun a little nervously.

"Something?"

Slightly turned his head, and Mo Shangyun inadvertently drank milk tea, his expression lingering.

Seen from her eyes, the handsome and confident male clerk, who was originally handsome and confident, lowered his head unconsciously, feeling that the gas field was smashed into **** by ink.

Ah ah, how to chase a girl of this level, just a brother before her, hello!

"Can you add one, WeChat?" the male staff asked in embarrassment and difficulty.

At the moment when he finished speaking, the male clerk realized that he had no hope. The whole person was like a deflated ball, and his head was pulled down.

Unexpectedly, Mo Shangyun took out his phone in front of him.

The male staff blinked in surprise, feeling that the light of hope enveloped him, and there was an incredible feeling.

The two girls behind looked at each other, looking at the scene expectantly.

However, Mo Shangyun didn't even unlock the fingerprint, but directly opened the screen.

The man’s handsome face flashed on the screen, with sharp but perfect facial lines, like a natural ghost and awesome craftsmanship, elaborately carved, and the phoenix eyes slightly opened, with a seemingly nonchalant smile in his eyes, and the moment of soul-stirring, It makes people want to miss a beat to look like a demon.

It's not as beautiful as a little femininity, but as wild and overbearing that overflows the screen, it's indescribable "gang".

He was lying on his side, lazy and evil, and domineering, like an emperor who came to the world.

The male clerk looked dumbfounded, his eyes widened.

Mo Shangyun hooked his lips and asked, "Are you pretty?"

"Ok!"

The male staff nodded in a hurry.

With a deep smile on his lips, Mo Shangyun said, "My boyfriend."

Male staff: "..." crit! Direct slag!

"Wow--"

"So handsome."

At this time, the two girls turned away the male staff and committed nymphophobia to the screen.

My mom, if the light and angle are better, saying that this picture is "refined", they will believe without hesitation.

Looks like this kind of man, is it too much hate worth? !

Mo Shangyun smiled and accepted their praise of Yan Tianxing, and then drank milk tea.

At this moment, a shadow flashed in the corner of the eye, and the smile on Mo Shangjun's face faded away.

She glanced at Ding Jing, and Ding Jing just looked to this side. She made a gesture to Ding Jing secretly, and then said goodbye to the clerk of the tea shop.

She walked straight towards the elevator.

*

The new rice noodles across the bridge are served.

The portion that Mo Shangjun had eaten was already taken away and cleaned up completely.

The air seemed to be infiltrated by anger, and the low air pressure was spreading, slowly turning into a physical injury.

A couple came over and wanted to take a seat next door, but after looking at it, the two discussed and went into the store to find a seat.

The next table has been empty since the last guest left.

"What do you mean?" Ding Jing pulled the last two rice noodles into his mouth. After eating, he asked Jian Shaoning, "Is there any conspiracy hidden for more than ten years?"

"..."

Jian Shaoning, holding a pair of chopsticks and rice noodles, was deeply shocked by Ding Jing's bottomless brain hole.

Staring at Ding Jingjian, Jian Shaoning frowned and asked, "For example, do you have a secret weapon on you?"

"I'll say it!" Ding Jing shot the table.

"No."

Jian Shaoning strangled Ding Jing's useless fantasy very decisively and directly.

Biting the straw, Ding Jing said rather irritably: "What the **** do you want to do?"

Jian Shaoning said: "I said that."

Ding Jing obviously didn't believe it, "Your intestines can be black and black, can it be so simple?"

"..."

After glancing at her, Jian Shaoning didn't speak at all, but sent the chopstick rice noodles to her mouth.

The taste is not bad.

Halfway, Ding Jing said calmly and calmly: "Why are you here, what's the purpose?"

"You really are..." Blowing the heat of the rice noodles on the chopsticks, Jian Shaoning slightly lifted his eyelids and said with some admiration, "It has been so straight."

"..."

After sucking milk tea, Ding Jing thought about it carefully, not knowing whether his words were emotion or irony.

But soon, she felt that both meanings were not far from each other.

-None of them are good words!

Ding Jing is a little bit angry.

However, Mo Shangyun didn't know what to do, and she was the only one at the moment, and she couldn't figure out the strength of Jian Shaoning. Finally, the words "watching its changes" successfully overwhelmed her.

"I didn't bring anyone," Jane Shaoning said, "Just go back to my hometown to shop."

"Ah."

Ding Jing sneered.

Jian Shaoning said, "I was born here."

"Here?"

"Here."

After receiving a positive answer, Ding Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

She only knows that Jian Shaoning is like them, they are all people from Yuncheng, arrived earlier than them, the situation is the same, but I don't know Jian Shaoning's past.

After all these things are not interesting to ask.

Whether it is lost, trafficked or trafficked... the result is the same.

Jian Shaoning looked at Ding Jing and said, "But I have no memory of it here."

It is strange to have memory!

She came back ten years ago, and based on the few dialects left, she secretly searched for the so-called "hometown". As a result, villages similar to the dialects were all searched. Finally, she couldn't remember where her home was.

No memory at all.

But it does not matter, because even if it is found, no one will admit her existence.

Ding Jing asked cautiously: "What are you doing here?"

"Holiday, go shopping." Jian Shaoning answered calmly.

Ding Jing looked around, and then leaned forward slightly, "Then I don't know if I killed now?"

"..." Can't help but look at her in surprise again, Jane Shaoning said slowly, "Theoretically, this is the case. However, I suggest you don't do this."

"why?"

"Because it is not only unnecessary, it will cause you trouble."

"..."

Ding Jing was silent for a moment.

To be honest, she did not find any hostility in Jian Shaoning.

However, she also knew clearly-this guy is not a good person.

To be precise, it is a person who is in a completely different opposition to himself.

How rare is it that he has no helper...

Ding Jing lamented the passing of opportunity.

Jian Shaoning is eating his own rice noodles.

*

Mo Shangyun walked up the first floor along the escalator.

At the moment when the young man turned, he stood in front of him.

"What a coincidence?"

Squinting at the young man, Mo Shangjun put his hand in his pocket and pinched a folding knife tightly.

The young man was wearing a hooded hoodie and a hat. His handsome and handsome face was hidden in the shadows. There was a slight consternation between his eyes, but more of it was uninhibited revealed from his bones.

Just the figure, Mo Shangyun can only guess four or five points.

However, at the moment of seeing his face, Mo Shangyun concluded.

It's him.

Shirakawa paused slightly.

Suddenly flashing in front of him, he made a subconscious alert, but the moment when he heard the voice before he could see clearly, the tight nerves relaxed a little subconsciously.

Moer.

Looking down at the person standing in front of him, for a moment, Shirakawa trance felt that it matched the figure many years ago.

Only the next moment, her eyes reflected her growing up, less childishness and publicity, more restrained and mature.

A familiar and strange face.

After a pause of two seconds, Shirakawa settled down.

"Moer."

The familiar title still blurted out uncontrollably.

"Meet Jian Shaoning?" Mo Shangjun asked directly and simply.

With her opening, the only trance left in Shirakawa disappeared.

Ok, it's reality.

"Are you shopping here?" Shirakawa didn't answer her question directly.

"We saw Jian Shaoning, and we were alone." Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes and said the words calmly and naturally. "It's a coincidence that both the Blackhawk and the leader of the S regiment are alone."

She is testing whether Shirakawa is related to Jian Shaoning.

Shirakawa is also trying to find out why she appeared here.

Shirakawa said nothing, "Is it?"

However, this reaction fell into the eyes of Mo Shangyun, not far from admitting straightforwardly.

Her answer hinted at Shirakawa: It wasn't here for official business.

Bai Chuan's answer also hinted that he knew about it.

Otherwise, Shimokawa’s understanding of Shirakawa cannot be so indifferent.