Yan Tianxing did not continue to tease Mo Shangyun.

Soon he checked out.

Mo Shangyun watched Yan Tianxing take the same thing outside. The cashier was so busy that he swept his eyelids without blinking and put it aside in a pile of objects.

Yan Tianxing asked for two plastic bags. After picking up the items from the trolley, he went to pick up the plastic bags and scanned them.

Mo Shangyun and the trolley were pulled to the side and stood.

After looking at the marshmallows and snacks, Mo Shangyun felt that his aura was weak.

It was completed in a short time, and no accident happened throughout.

"go."

Carrying the bag over, Yan Tianxing naturally took Mo Shangyun's hand.

"..."

Mo Shangyun began to think about whether Yan Tianxing had done something similar.

Yan Tianxing didn't know what she was thinking. She thought she was still embarrassed. After touching her head, she led her to go outside.

*

The supermarket is a few steps away from the community.

Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing walked into the community, and Yan Tianxing also took her around a small circle before entering the building.

The password lock, Yan Tianxing uses a unified password, Mo Shangyun remembers to be well-known.

The door was pushed open, the air circulated, the windows were not closed, and there was a cool wind.

The entrance and living room lights were turned on, and two pairs of men's slippers and a pair of women's slippers were placed on the shoe rack. One pair of men's slippers are old, and the other two pairs are estimated to have just been bought, brand new, or couple models.

"Are you still saying hello in advance?" Mo Shangyun quickly found out the cause and effect.

"Ok."

Yan Tianxing first put down the bag in his hand, and then took out the two pairs of shoes, and the women's ones were sent to Mo Shangjun, and the men's ones were left to themselves.

He changed his shoes first, and took away the snacks and marshmallows in his hand.

"Auntie will report to your mother?" Mo Shangjun asked casually, bending over to change shoes.

"I don't know." Yan Tianxing answered, paused, and added, "It's possible."

"..."

The shoe he just took off was thrown at the ink on the shoe rack, and he glanced at him eeriely.

Yan Tianxing lowered his eyes, his lips smirked with evil spirits, "Ask?"

Mo Shangyun stood up straight, frowning as he closed the door, "Destroy my reputation and defeat my reputation."

Yan Tianxing looked at her with a smile and very kindly helped her with the idea, "Otherwise, hurry and go back and submit an application?"

"..."

After missing his white eyes, Mo Shangjun picked up two shopping bags and wanted to go inside.

However, when she picked up the shopping bag, she suddenly thought of something and put it down again, "Take it yourself."

There was a hint of warning in the tone.

Yan Tianxing was in a good mood, and her temper was even better right now. What she said was nothing.

Mo Shangjun looked for faults but didn't find them. He didn't have the mood to help Yan Tianxing cook. After washing his hands, he sat on the sofa and ate stinky tofu and fried chestnut.

As soon as the stinky tofu was opened, Mo Shangyun was a little surprised, and he looked at the kitchen with a head, raised his voice slightly and asked, "Isn't a stinky tofu five pieces?"

If she remembered correctly, the store's sign was marked.

One yuan is ten yuan and the quantity is five yuan.

However, the two stinky tofus in my hand are six or seven.

"The boss lady added it." Yan Tianxing answered her quickly.

"..."

Mo Shangyun dumbfounded.

After eating the not-so-authentic stinky tofu, Mo Shangyun thought and picked up the fried chestnut next to it.

In his hands, Mo Shangyun estimated that he felt at least two or two.

Look good and still pick this kind of cheap?

Mo Shangyun touched her face, wondering if she had a rather unpleasant face.

If you think about it carefully, Su Heng and Si Sheng can all hit this kind of good thing. Especially Su Heng, who has a lip service, can make people happy with three or two sentences. But she, often is worse in this "external skill".

Although it doesn't matter, anyway, you won't be short of weight when you buy something, but Mo Shangyun still feels that the stinky tofu in his mouth is tasteless.

Putting down the stinky tofu for a while, Mo Shangjun began to eat fried chestnuts, and at the same time looked at Ruan Yan's paper with his mobile phone.

I don’t know if it’s a mentality problem. Mo Shangyun felt that Ruan Yan’s paper was not so jerky and difficult to understand this time, and it seemed smooth.

After seeing the paper halfway, the mobile phone screen is bright.

At first glance, it was WeChat news from Lang Yan.

When she contacted Ruan Yan, she asked Lang Yan if there were any good seedlings in his camp. Lang Yan did not reply in time, and now sent her many resumes.

Lang Yan: The recruits don't think you can be satisfied, the best are Liming and Lin Qi.

Lang Yan: Have you contacted Lin Qi recently? She asked me to help Miaozi two days ago, saying that her army was also planning to recruit.

Lang Yan: When will you come? Maybe I can meet her.

After seeing Lin Qi's name for a long time, Mo Shangyun froze for a while, and gave Lang Yan a rough time.

Lang Yan: What a coincidence.

Lang Yan: They probably came this time.

Lang Yan: There is a female officer, very good, I guess you will be interested.

Lang Yan: Shen Jia. The information is also packaged for you. Lin Qi looked over there and already started to communicate with her. If you are interested, you must hurry up.

Mo Shangyun: Camp Leader, will you be too eccentric?

Lang Yan: My heart is crooked, there is no way.

Mo Shangyun smiled silently, and gave him two expressions of laughter.

After talking to Lang Yan for a few words, Lang Yan hurried off the line because he was busy. Mo Shangyun simply looked at the list materials he gave.

Only half of them saw the smell coming from the kitchen and couldn't hold it for a while, so they took two freshly peeled chestnut meat and a tofu brain that hadn't been eaten and swaggered into the kitchen.

Yan Tianxing was very busy.

Both gas stoves are turned on, one casserole and one frying pan, soup is being cooked in the casserole, Yun Jun is very sensitive on the nose, and smells the ribs and potatoes. The braised pork in the wok has just finished frying, and Yan Tianxing added water to make it boil.

He himself is standing next to the cutting board, handling other ingredients.

In the evening, in addition to potato stewed pork ribs and braised pork, Mapo tofu, chopped pepper fish head, stewed green beans with sauce, and vinegar and shredded potato shreds.

Yan Tianxing is currently dealing with fish heads.

With a knife in your hand, simply cut the fish head into two connected halves. Change the knife and mark the fish with a knife flower. The knife falls, and evenly apply the prepared wine to the fish head. The inside is smeared with salt and MSG. Turn it over, spread the chopped peppers in the bowl on top, and finally put onion and **** slices for pickling.

His technique is too neat, there is no pause in the whole process, all the actions are done in one go, and the most standard actions are completed in the shortest time.

It looks like a smooth set of punches, which makes people very comfortable.

Originally following the scent of the ink on Jun, he was amazed by the way he handled the fish head. He stood and looked at it, the pestle was like a wooden pile.

After wiping it with a towel, Yan Tianxing turned his head toward Mo Shangyun and said, "Stupid?"

"Have you not been so skilled in cooking before?" Mo Shangjun asked, stuffing a chestnut into his mouth.

In a step-by-step manner, Mo Shangyun can handle neglect.

However, Yan Tianxing's technique...smooth and beautiful, can be called amazing.

"..."

Yan Tianxing was reminded carefully by her reminder.

Then, think about it slowly-probably because there are more and more opportunities to cook, so the movement is more and more smooth.

Mastering such a skill, Yan Tianxing does not know whether he should be depressed or happy.

"What about mine?" Yan Tianxing noticed the chestnut meat in her hand.

"Well."

Mo Shangyun sent the last piece of chestnut meat to Yan Tianxing's mouth.

Yan Tianxing stuttered, and her lips touched her finger, and Mo Shangyun retracted a little bit faster.

Yan Tianxing had to measure in, "Smelly tofu."

"Want to eat?" Mo Shangyun squinted at him.

"Isn't it for me?"

"..." He was right.

Seeing that he was doing his best to cook, Mo Shangjun picked up a piece of stinky tofu with a toothpick and handed it to Yan Tianxing's mouth.

As soon as he reached his mouth, Yan Tianxing frowned slightly, "Cool."

The taste can't be said to be authentic, it's all supported by chili sauce, and the tofu itself has nothing to say.

Feeling the temperature across the carton, Mo Shangjun was uncomfortable with Yan Tianxing's evaluation, and asked, "Is the microwave oven hot for you?"

Originally, the taste is average, and it is estimated to be more "average" after it is cold.

"Ok."

Yan Tianxing really agreed.

Mo Shangjun searched in the cupboard and planned to find a small bowl to hold the tofu brain. Yan Tianxing saw that she opened several cabinets without asking herself, and found her a sense of presence angrily, and directly carried her to place the tableware. Next to the cabinet.

"Can't ask me directly?" Yan Tianxing asked silently, taking out a small bowl for her.

"……"got used to.

After thinking about it, Mo Shangyun reflected deeply for two seconds, and then said: "I will definitely ask next time."

There is growth.

Qiu Yan is very pleased.

Patting her head, Yan Tianxing let her go.

Mo Shangjun took the stinky tofu and the bowl and walked to the microwave for two seconds. For the sake of illustration, he directly put the box containing stinky tofu in it.

Set the bowl aside and prepare to use it after it is hot.

It took a few minutes to wait for the heating. Mo Shangjun stood next to him and asked Yan Tianxing, "Do you need my help?"

"Go pick the green beans." Yan Tianxing pointed to the green beans in the plastic bag. After a meal, he added, "And your preserved eggs."

Mo Shangyun took off his windbreaker jacket and threw it onto the dining chair. When he came back, he had already put on his sleeves and entered a "battle state."

Yan Tianxing's cooking speed is already fast.

He arranged the use time in the most reasonable way. When the two stoves were recycled, when the stove was in use, he prepared other ingredients.

Mo Shangjun is also a person who does things neatly. No matter what he does, he will arrange the steps in advance, and then just follow the order. ——While sharpening the woodworkers, you must always save time when doing planned work.

Therefore, she cooperated well with Yan Tianxing. Although she did everything, she noticed each other's progress. Sometimes what Yan Tianxing needs, without Yan Tianxing speaking, she can help take it first.

The onion and garlic prepared in advance are less, she can also find it in time without Yan Tianxing reminding, and then take the time to help him prepare.

Yan Tianxing unbelievably saw the word "Xian Hui" on Mo Shangyun.

While heartily feeling gratified, there was such a feeling of "sky thunder".

Mo Shangyun, who had wanted to come around for a while, was too busy to stop Yan Tianxing after feeding Yan Tianxing's hot stinky tofu and making cold preserved eggs. Then he gave Yan Tianxing the whole process.

Because it takes a lot of cooking, it takes a long time, but the cooperation between the two people has greatly reduced the time.

Before nine o'clock, the two successfully served their meals.

A total of eight dishes.

There are potato stewed pork ribs made by Yan Tianxing, braised pork, Mapo tofu, chopped pepper fish head, stewed green beans with sauce, potato vinegar and shredded potatoes, cold dishes bought in the supermarket, and cold preserved eggs made by Mo Shangjun.

"Are we two too wasteful?"

Standing at the dining table and looking at the dishes of that table, Momen's conscience was slightly condemned.

Yan Tianxing glanced lightly.

It's really done a lot.

However, there is a rare opportunity to cook, and outside the army, naturally want to make as much as you like.

Instead, he put the warm rice on the table and said, "It's not made every day."

"……Ok."

Mo Shangyun was relieved.

He also took out his mobile phone specially, took two photos, and sent them to the circle of friends.

After 9 o'clock, the training was over, and the players basically went to the dormitory, so Ding Jing took the lead and began to comment on "luxury" and "waste". In this regard, Mo Shangyun didn't care.

Finger swiped across the screen, and accidentally pulled down, Mo Shangyun saw a message from the circle of friends.

Yan Tian Xingfa.

It's a picture, without words. In line with his usual style.

The content of the picture is marshmallow that also made him angry.

It should be taken in a supermarket, with bright light and a supermarket goods rack in the background. The time is inaccurate, and Mo Shangyun didn't notice anyway.

What made Mo Shangyun stunned was that Cen Feng and Mo Yi even praised Yan Tianxing.

These two...

The corner of the mouth of the ink is drawn slightly.

He gave Yan Tianxing a compliment, and Mo Shangyun pulled open the dining chair and sat down, asking: "Did you add my dad's WeChat?"

"Ok."

"My mother's too?"

"Ok."

"..."

He is close to her family!

"When?"

"Your grandfather's birthday."

Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun nodded slightly.

She guessed it was also at that time...

"No, we don't seem to have changed our heads?"

"No change."

During the time they broke up, neither of them changed.

On the one hand, it is unspoken.

On the other hand, there are fewer opportunities to touch the phone and less time to play WeChat.

Not even the fingerprints and passwords of mobile phones are deleted, let alone such trivial matters.

"Did they say anything?"

Mo Shangjun clipped a string of green beans into his mouth and chewed slowly.

At that time, I hadn't been happy with Yan Tianxing...

If Mo Cang and Cen Zhuo asked, what would Yan Tianxing answer?

Separately, do Mo Cang and Cen Zhuo think Yan Tianxing is not reliable? Or think she is immature and the decisions she makes are not reliable?

"No." Yan Tianxing clipped a piece of ribs to her and said, "Don't you just get a similar picture for many people just in case?"

"Can they believe it?"

Mo Shangjun bit the ribs, the left cheek bulging.

Yan Tianxing smiled. "You can't ask if you don't believe it."

It seems...the same is true.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Shangjun found that the phone had a new message prompt and it was a friend who applied.

She glanced at her and picked up the phone.

Yan Tianjing.

"Your brother adds me WeChat."

"Don't care about him." To Yan Tianjing, who is often a demon, Yan Tianxing is not very face-saving.

Mo Shangyun did not chat with Yan Tianjing, but continued to put his mind on the meal.

The food prepared by Yan Tianxing is really fragrant.

Ordinary home cooking, but it won't stop when you start a tableware.

The seafood dinner in the afternoon is simply "delicious" and "pre-experience", the taste stimulates the taste buds, but it is just a moment of stunning, you can stop it at any time. But Yan Tianxing did it, but it has a magical power. Runwu entangles with the sense of taste silently, and you can taste it carefully, and it is difficult to put it down one by one.

Mo Shangjun didn't like others to pick vegetables for himself, but Yan Tianxing was not disgusted with it, so he kept eating, and occasionally chatted with Yan Tianxing for a few words, so he didn't have time to follow the WeChat news on his phone.

Finally, Yan Tianxing was annoyed, took her mobile phone and sent a voice to Yan Tianjing.

"Go and do things if you have nothing to do, don't harass her."

Yan Tianjing was originally forced by Yun Lian to come to "make a good relationship" with Mo Shangjun. Unexpectedly, Yan Tianxing gave him some dog food, and he was fed a mouthful of dog food. The mood is not depressed, but it is finally It stopped.

Yan Tianxing turned off Mo Shangjun's mobile phone and quietly finished the meal with Mo Shangjun.

Mo Shangyun ate three bowls of rice.

Although not all of the eight dishes were solved, but because Yan Tianxing reduced the weight as much as possible, they also ate most of them.

Mo Shangyun sighed "degenerate". Except when he was hungry and half alive during training, he rarely had such a satisfying meal.

And this meal bar is not the kind of food for the stomach during the army training, nor the taste of the big pot dishes made by the cooking class...

That is, an indescribable fragrance.

Mo Shangjun eats directly. She has always been diligent. She didn't even pick up her chopsticks in time, but sat on the sofa in a daze.

She was too lazy to think because of insufficient blood supply to the brain. She turned on the TV and watched the military channel, but stared at it for ten minutes. In addition to the familiar face flashed in the navy news, she had some memory, and she couldn’t even remember the news content. what.

Gee.

Too bad.

Mo Shangjun stuffed his pillow into his arms, leaning sideways, feeling panicked.

After a toss, she simply fell on the sofa, pressed the pillow to her face, and began to reflect on the fallen life today...

Think about how diligent and frugal she was in the past, and think about how she is now.

As soon as Yan Tianxing packed up the chopsticks, he saw Mo Shangjun curled up sideways on the sofa, arms around the pillow to hide the small face inside, and even his hair was blocked.

I don't know what happened suddenly.

Because you didn't help clean up the sudden guilt?

Still news... Yan Tianxing glanced at the military news and didn't see a reason.

He walked over and asked, "Don't you panic?"

"Practice holding your breath." Mo Shangyun didn't move, answering his lackluster voice.

what happened?

Her breathless performance was one of the best in the entire brigade. The top three in the ranking, even the professional frogman background, had to give a thumbs up to admire...

Yan Tianxing was inevitably worried, and sat down on the sofa.

He stretched out his hand and just wanted to get the pillow. Suddenly he pulled the pillow down and then sat up suddenly.

This body was too unprepared, Yan Tianxing sat close again, did not have time to hide, and slightly lowered his head, the result just fell on Mo Shangyun's head.

boom--

There was a bang when the brain hit it.

Yan Tianxing was smashed with pain in his forehead, but subconsciously reached out to touch the spot where Mo Shangyun was smashed.

When Mo Shangyun's eyebrows were sore and frowned, Zhang Kou asked, "Are you all right?"

"It hurts." Yan Tianxing jumped out a word, rubbed her head, and looked at her with a low eyebrow. "Why, want to hold me martyred?"

"That's not daring," Mo Shangyun looked up at Yan Tianxing, staring at the light red of his knocked part for a while, then said in a word, "I want to learn chemical weapons by myself."

Yan Tian Xing Yizheng turned to cover her forehead with the palm of her hand, twisting her eyebrows and asked, "Did you smoke?!"

Normal temperature, no fever...

"what."

Mo Shangyun responded vaguely.

"What was the stimulus again?" Yan Tianxing asked casually, and after a while, thought of the only reason he could think of, "Contacted Shao Changhang?"

After leaving the military area in the afternoon, Mo Shangyun had been learning about Shao Changhang, and he spent a little of his free time on it.

She was so convulsive, thinking about it, Yan Tianxing could only think of it as "rejected by Shao Changhang".

"That's not there." Mo Shangyun shook his head, his eyelids drooped slightly, and sighed softly, "I feel that life is too easy."

Yan Tian Xing froze for a while, put her arms around her arms, and fingered her chin, "Mo Xiaoyun, how bitter have you been before?"

Mo Shangyun adjusted his lower posture, squatted next to Yan Tianxing, and stared at the TV screen, but the small face did have a serious look. She said: "That's called crisis consciousness. The ancients said that they were born in anxiety and died in peace. Be prepared for danger, be prepared for danger, plan ahead, take precautions—"

"You stop me."

Accompanied by Yan Tianxing's interrupted voice, she tapped the finger on her head.

Mo Shangyun was a bit hurt by his knocking, and looked at him with his head turned away.

"Alas." Mo Shangyun didn't care about him, but said very frankly, "It's easy to feel guilty when you are full and drunk."

She is also difficult to say.

It seems that I am used to a highly tense life...

No shortage of work.

Never idle.

Promote yourself, promote teammates, go out on mission... things are piled up one after another, as if you are busy.

It's not that I haven't "dated" with Yan Tianxing, nor have I taken the time to do anything else, nor have I not relaxed...

However, in the past, she always stretched a string. She always put her work first, and her body functions can be put on guard at any time.

This time it was a little more relaxed, and when she looked back, she felt a little dull.

Half of the paper was dropped, and half of the data was dropped... It was something she had never done in the past few years.

Yan Tianxing rubbed her hair distressedly, and hugged her arm slightly.

How can ordinary people's lives feel guilt when they come to her?

Looking down, Yan Tianxing stared at her seriously. "Comrade Mo Xiaoyun, what is our task today?"

"Recruiting." Mo Shangyun's expression was very calm. After answering, he slowly added, "The result still failed."

"There is also a date."

"..."

"When there is always a failure, the chance of success is not high." Yan Tianxing said, "But you, during the time that I should have dated, digged into new goals, learned the basic information of Shao Changhang, and read his paper……"

Yan Tianxing counted the behaviors of her workaholic, and finally reached out her finger and nodded her forehead, "I admit that you are an uninteresting workaholic, but you still feel like you don't think of progress. Yes Isn’t it too much?"

Mo Shangyun was praised by him, "I'm pretty great?"

Yan Tian Xing Zheng said with a look, "It's worse than my broad-minded boyfriend."

"..." Mo Shangyun smiled and reached out to poke his cheek, "Yan Ye, what shameless attitude do you use to say such shameless words?"

His skin is a healthy complexion, which is softer and more elastic than expected, but it is not as soft as Liang Zhiqiong's face, and it feels quite different to the touch.

Mo Shangyun touched a few.

"Following your ears, do I need to be mentally prepared?"

Yan Tianxing hit back casually, but grabbed her irregular hand.

Mo Shangjun's movements were stopped by him.

At the next moment, he lifted his eyelids and raised a little laugh under his eyes. The evil, seeing the moment of stunned ink on the ink, he leaned in.

The eyes are opposite, the tip of the nose is close, and the breath is staggered.

The shallow breath, the slightly hot temperature, but stimulates the pores, a hot heat spread from the chest, making people feel at a loss.

"I am responsible for molesting." Yan Tianxing's voice was low.

This man, by virtue of that sultry good voice, can make people have no room for parry.

The bones were so broken that they could be turned into smoke with a touch.

"...Don't throw me the pan."

Thinking of the two boxes he took on the supermarket shelf... Mo Shangyun calmed down a bit.

Take it, take two boxes...

Did he run out? !

Touching her forehead, Yan Tianxing was in full measure. "After all, it only works if you play tricks."

Mo Shangyun was a sensationalist, feeling that the bones were scattered and the shoulders held by him could hardly be lifted.

The windbreaker jacket hadn't been put on since it was taken off. The two were very close to each other, almost close to each other. The temperature of his body passed through the tight parts. The obstruction of a piece of clothing was like nothing. The ink on the shoulder felt the shoulder and back. The back burned panic.

The temperature on his face is not much better.

Frustrated by him, a heart burned like a heart, and the blood was tumbling and burning.

"Why don't you talk!"

Mo Shangyun said with a frown, a little resentment in it, but it seemed like a coquettish.

As soon as he had finished speaking, it was clearly an order and a blame, but even Mo Shangyun could not hear what was wrong in his tone.

With her eyes open, she looked at Yan Tianxing's eyes and saw ambiguous and joking in his eyes.

Suddenly, her blood flew up, she shook Yan Tianxing's hand away, and then jumped off the sofa.

Standing barefoot on the floor, the touch was slightly cool, and Mo Shangyun calmed down a little.

She turned sideways to Yan Tianxing, her waist stick was straight, like a military uniform, she didn't know that she was full of confidence.

However, the tenderness of the left ear successfully betrayed her.

Yan Tianxing wanted to laugh.

Obviously...previously very generous.

Mo Shangyun lowered his head and stepped on his slippers, and said without looking back: "I'm going to take a shower, and I'll tell you again when I come back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shangyun pulled his shoes to the bedroom.

Yan Tianxing did not look at the whole journey again.

Yan Tianxing: "..." Taking a bath is a bath, there is no need to continue talking.

It will be late in the middle of the night to drag on.

Two minutes later, Mo Shangyun suddenly had a dark face, and walked to the door of the bedroom, carrying a nightgown in his hand.

"Why do you have women's clothes in your house?" Mo Shangyun stared at Yan Tianxing with a frown, his expression uncomfortable and his eyes mixed with fierce eyes. She shook the nightgown in her hand and added with a chilling voice, "It's still a couple."

After getting this question, Yan Tianxing slowly turned off the TV—for fear that Mo Shangyun could not hear clearly, he said calmly to Mo Shangyun: "Let Auntie prepare it for you."

Mo Shangyun: "..." He also confessed this kind of thing? !

Mo Shangyun turned black and turned into the bedroom again.

This time, it was like venting emotions, throwing the bedroom door.

Yan Tianxing stood up and looked at the bedroom for a few moments, then hooked his lips.

After waiting for a moment to make sure that Mo Shangyun should have entered the bedroom, he walked over.

The door handle of the bedroom door was twisted and the door was easily pushed open.

This girl didn't lock back, and it's hard to open the door...