In order to get "the plan to defeat Sanlian" from Mo Shangyun, Lang Yan paid a certain price.

Fortunately, Mo Shangjun cared about friendship, so the price he paid was not high.

One, provide her with three meals for three days and bring her back to the office from the cafeteria on time in the morning, noon and evening.

Second, the housekeeping for her for three days must strictly comply with the housekeeping scoring standards.

Third, her injuries are forbidden to be disclosed to the Second Company.

Lang Yan agreed to the first two. As for the last one, Lang Yan said it was fine on her face, but she couldn't stop muttering in her heart. She didn't tell him the true extent of the injury, and there was no way to reveal it.

"Then, I am now..."

Lang Yan hinted at Mo Shangjun, unable to suppress the eagerness in his eyes.

"breakfast."

"...Okay." Lang Yan responded hesitantly.

It's not breakfast time yet.

Mo Shangjun glanced at him and uttered two words, "Right away."

Lang Yan touched his nose and said, "The cooking class...maybe..."

Mo Shangyun said nothing and looked at him calmly.

After a pause, Lang Yan finally came to his senses and realized that she might not have had dinner, so he immediately decided, "What about that, there are only a few of us anyway, and the time doesn't have to be so accurate. As for breakfast, it will be early to finish it."

"

Mo Shangjun glanced at him, slightly twitching the corners of his lips, but said nothing.

Lang Yan felt that she was quite satisfied with this answer.

"By the way," seeing her about to turn around, Lang Yan suddenly stopped her, "Since last night, your phone has rang many times. It should be quite urgent."

The mobile phone was placed in the drawer of Mo Shangjun's desk, on silent mode, but it vibrated when it rang. He stayed in the office all afternoon and heard buzzing sounds frequently. He hesitated again and again, and when he finally planned to answer the phone,

No more calls came from there.

So, give up.

Now I would like to remind Mo Shangjun.

"knew."

After a slight pause, Mo Shangjun responded.

Turn around and go straight upstairs.

After all, she was a lesbian, a lesbian who had been injured and had made meritorious deeds. Lang Yan looked at her back and went directly to the cooking class without further delay.

At this time, there are no steamed buns, but there are eggs and noodles, so it should be good.

…

Mo Shangyun went to the office.

After only two days away, Mo Shangyun stood at the door for a moment, feeling a little strange that he hadn't seen for a long time.

After a pause, she looked around the office, then walked in and sat down in her seat.

Turning on the computer first, thinking of the phone number Lang Yan mentioned, Mo Shangyun opened the drawer and found the mobile phone placed in the left corner.

Stretching out his right hand that was wrapped in bandages, Mo Shangyun took out his cell phone and checked the missed calls.

Well……

Note: The ink is frosted.

Missed calls: 8.

It was rare to see Mo Shangshuang continue to make calls, and Mo Shangyun could guess the reason. He poked at the screen with his finger, called back, and clicked on speakerphone.

Her hands are temporarily inconvenient to hold the phone.

The phone rang for about ten seconds and I picked it up.

"gone back?"

Mo Shangshuang didn't like to say hello as always.

"Um."

"How's the injury?"

"It's okay." Mo Shangyun responded perfunctorily, then changed the subject, "Dad told you?"

"Yeah." Te answered bluntly.

Mo Shangyun was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Oh."

"He asked me to tell-"

With a raised eyebrow, Mo Shangjun interrupted him directly, "Brother, are you a messenger?"

After a pause, he said calmly: "If you don't like it, just tell your dad."

Mo Shangyun didn't speak for a while.

Precisely because he couldn't tell directly, Mo Cang asked Mo Shangshuang to be the middleman. Let her tell now, it will only lead to an endless loop.

"Three things. One, take good care of yourself; two, don't get involved in Black Eagle's affairs in the future; three, dad is going to give you a blind date, so you should have less contact with Yan Tianxing."

Before Mo Shangshuang finished speaking, Mo Shangyun clicked to hang up.

It is quite now.

No more calls came.

but--

There is a new message.

Still has ink and frost hair.

[Be obedient and take good care of yourself. That’s what I said.]

Mo Shangyun stared at this line of text for a long time. Somehow, he wanted to laugh, but he didn't reply and put the phone back in the drawer.

Mo Shangshuang only confessed in one sentence, which proved that he only agreed with the first thing Mo Cang told him.

Of course, he didn't know what happened two years ago, nor what happened between her and Yan Tianxing last night.

Only after his hand was injured did Mo Shangjun realize how important two hands are.

While waiting for Lang Yan to come back with breakfast, Mo Shangyun typed on the keyboard for half an hour, and finally only typed out one paragraph.

——Three days ago, as soon as she got the map, she used her computer to make a set of action plans. She originally wanted to change it according to the original plan and send it directly to Lang Yan to see. But now such inefficient changes made her give up.

Got this idea.

Let's take the map and talk to Lang Yan one by one.

"coming."

Lang Yan rushed back with two breakfasts.

Mo Shangjun's breakfast: porridge, eggs, and steamed buns.

His breakfast: steamed buns, eggs, and fried dough sticks.

Walking to Mo Shangjun's desk, he placed Mo Shangjun's breakfast on the free seat.

"Do you want me to feed you?" Lang Yan asked, taking back his hand.

"Need not."

When answering, Mo Shangjun stared at the fried dough sticks in his hand.

Sensing the look in her eyes, Lang Yan coughed lightly, "You're injured, and the fried dough sticks... are not suitable."

"oh."

Mo Shangjun remained calm, but his eyes swept over the deep-fried dough sticks in his hand.

It's golden, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Not far away, the scent of fried dough sticks hit you.

The leader of the cooking class is best at frying fried dough sticks. Every time during breakfast, the fried dough sticks are all eaten up.

Mo Shangjun usually goes there very late, so he only eats there a few times.

"puff."

Lang Yan stared at her twice and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Shangjun looked at him coldly.

Undeterred by her eyes, Lang Yan's eyes and brows were filled with smiles.

It's rare to see a little bit of greed and reluctance in the eyes of their deputy company commander. Can you not find it funny?
To be continued...