Chapter 120

"Dad."

Just one word.

The tone is stiff and the voice is calm. It is a very close address. Speaking from her mouth, it gives birth to a sense of alienation.

It doesn't sound like it's biological, but it's unlikely that anyone who dares this attitude is adopted.

The four officers looked at each other, and even they were a little puzzled. They were even a little nervous.

The officer with the phone pressed hands-free quietly.

There was a pause over the phone.

Then came a calm and serious question, "what's the matter?"

The officer who helped to get the phone was excited. He felt a sense of pressure from his heart. For a moment, he was so nervous that he swallowed his mouth and looked flustered.

I can't stop thinking. It's easy to understand that with such a father, it's not difficult to understand that Mo shangyun would face their interrogation like this Calm down.

"Met Black Hawk," Mo Shang Yun Weidun, and then said clearly, "moved his hand."

Move your hand.

A fierce life and death struggle, life hanging on the belt of the moment, but she understated a few words to take.

There was silence.

A moment later, the officer on the phone didn't hold back for a moment. He leaned down slightly and said, "are you?"

"My name is mocang."

There was a cold voice, a little impatient.

Officers:

It won't be What do they think of Mochang?

This is the pronunciation of the commander of the Beijing Military Region.

The officer holding the phone felt his hands shaking.

Lying what the fuck!

He just spoke to that man?

His mind was in a mess, and he began to reflect on whether his tone was good just now.

It's not that they are afraid of being too high-level, but that they are well-known for a long time. Their brilliant deeds are so impressive that they can't stop their excitement and joy and feel honored even if they just say a word.

However -

Mo Cang didn't communicate with them too much. After saying his name, he directly hung up the phone.

It's not as easy for him to get a "help" from Mo shangyun.

But his phone is hung up, this room, the atmosphere will fall into extreme weird.

After looking at the phone and Mo shangyun, the officers were at a loss. Gradually, they felt nervous.

Yes.

They are all surnamed Mo, and the real identity of Mo shangyun is appropriate.

Although they acted impartially and did everything in accordance with the procedures, they all shocked such big people. It is estimated that there are "secrets" behind this incident that they can not touch. This "trial" may be over.

Wait for the notice.

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night falls.

Mo shangyun walked steadily out of the gray building.

Near seven o'clock, the night is completely dark. Street lamps are on both sides of the road. Trees and flower beds are caged in the dim light, gently swaying, and the shadows of trees are whirling.

There is a bleak cold wind blowing in the face, chilly, brushing the cheek, hair tip, drilling into the collar, cuff, with an extremely strong posture to deprive her of the temperature.

It's a little cold when it's dark.

Around a corner, Mo shangyun stopped.

She met Yan Tianxing.

The jeep stopped by the side of the road, and he was standing beside it, standing idly, tall and straight. The shadow of the tree and the light of the lamp alternated on him in the wind.

Mo shangyun raised his eyes, and his sight swept over him, and then gathered on his face.

The outline is deep, the officials are handsome, and they look like demons. When the eyebrows are lifted and the eyes are hooked, the hearts and minds of people are enchanted.

A little familiar, but quite strange.

However, just a few hours later, Mo shangyun felt that after a long time, he felt a little strange.

Weyton, walk up to him.

Yan Tianxing saw something wrong with her at first sight.

Looking at him, but not as the past of the molestation, interest, look, calm, no sense of familiarity.

Again, it's a little cold.

Fenming came to him, but Shengsheng would pull the distance far away.

Yan Tianxing opens the door for her.

The position behind the co pilot.

Mo shangyun into the car, looked at him, but did not speak.

Seeing her sit in, Yan Tianxing closed the door, then walked around the front of the car and sat in the driving position.

Before starting the car, Yan Tianxing turned on the lights and looked at the rearview mirror.

Sitting uneasy, reclining against the left door, her legs are too long and there is not enough space. She bends one leg slightly, and the other one is placed under the position. Her head is slightly tilted against the window glass. Yan Tianxing can see her long neck and beautiful chin. The light from inside and outside the car is striking down. Her skin is extremely white. She is covered with a layer of light edge and arc The lines are soft.Natural and unrestrained sitting posture, momentum should be to the outside, but at this moment, but all the breath is hidden.

To find the most comfortable sitting posture is her behavior habit. At this time, she is not willing to convey her emotions. She is arrogant, strong and arrogant. Those auras that can be distinguished at a glance usually disappear.

It's subtle, but there's no sense of disobedience.

She's just trying to minimize her presence.

Silent, not publicized, not exposed, but used to her edge, suddenly saw such a scene

It's a bit of an indescribable smell.

Yan Tianxing quietly withdrew his sight and drove to the reconnaissance camp.

It's an hour's journey.

Mo shangyun took a short rest in the car.

However, the wound hurt. He just fell into a deep sleep and suddenly woke up again. He was too lazy to continue to sleep. He opened the window half way and looked up slightly. His eyes leaped over the window to see the night outside.

This is not an urban area. There are no neon lights, lights and busy streets. Some are cold wind, whistling in, hanging on the skin, with a little tingling; there are also dark nights, with a few stars embellished, hanging alone, helpless; there are road lights, continuous mountains, hidden in a corner of the mountain village, occasionally overtaken vehicles

Good looking eyebrows, gradually twisted up.

"Yan Tianxing."

Mo shangyun suddenly made a sound.

The cool voice, clear articulation and steady speech, was scattered by the cold wind as soon as it was exported, which was somewhat abrupt, but still fell into Yan Tianxing's ears.

Yan Tianxing raised his eyes slightly and looked at her through the rearview mirror. However, she could not see her face for a moment. She could only see her idle sitting posture, as before, unchanged.

"After that, stay away from me." Mo shangyun was almost indifferent.

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