Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

The old political commissar's voice trembled with anger.

Everyone looked at Long Qingtian in unison.

But I saw him walking forward step by step with steady steps.

When passing by Mo Jiu and Lu Lan, he glanced at Mo Jiu with his deep eyes.

Lu Lan, on the other hand, widened her eyes in shock, and exclaimed in a low voice: "You, you don't want to have a future?! How dare you come here?!"

Long Qingtian ignored Lu Lan, walked directly to the old political commissar, and whispered something in his ear.

The old political commissar froze, "Is this true?"

Long Qingtian took out his mobile phone and handed it to the old political commissar.

The old political commissar answered the phone and found out the truth of the matter. The old political commissar looked at Mo Jiu with bright and dark eyes for a while.

Regardless of whether this is a sacred court, he pulled Long Qingtian aside, "Why are you here now? Things have developed to this point, how do you want me to back down?"

The old political commissar shook the phone in his hand, "Old Wu, this is too much! He didn't let me punish Mo Jiu, and he couldn't tell the truth! Isn't this embarrassing!"

Long Qingtian stood there, half a head taller than the old political commissar, and looked a little arrogant in front of him, "I don't care."

The old political commissar was anxious: "What do you do anyway? What should I do now?"

The old political commissar is really in trouble!

Long Qingtian sneered: "I told you the day before yesterday, don't go to court-martial, it's your insistence."

"Okay, okay, okay! It's my fault, can't it?! If you don't help me, then I can only make Comrade Mo Jiu feel wronged temporarily."

"No." Long Qingtian refused very simply.

The old political commissar was about to go crazy, and he suppressed his voice and said, "Then what should I do! I can't just let it go like this! Wouldn't it be more suspicious to let it go like this?!"

"Well, that's true."

The old political commissar was even more angry, "You, you bastard!"

"It doesn't work if you scold me, everyone is waiting for your verdict." Long Qingtian gestured, and the old political commissar saw that everyone's eyes were on him.

The old political commissar wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and pointed at Long Qingtian with trembling fingers, "Okay, good job! I fell down in your hands today! I am famous for my life!!"

Speaking of this, the old political commissar suddenly realized: "Damn it, I figured out what happened yesterday, why do you insist on telling me now, are you just trying to see me make a fool of yourself?!"

Long Qingtian raised his eyebrows, and dared to point at Mo Jiu's nose and scold him, if he didn't take revenge on the old political commissar, would he still be Long Qingtian?

Long Qingtian didn't realize at all that he made it difficult for the old political commissar by taking so long to tell the truth, but it also made Mo Jiu's heart rise in his throat.

The old political commissar returned to his seat tremblingly, stood up, and held the verdict in his hand, but he couldn't read it any longer.

After being sent to the Spike Special Operations Team, Mo Jiu's future was almost ruined, but Mo Jiu has made great contributions this time, and has suffered so many grievances. As an old political commissar of the military region who loves soldiers like a son, he is really reluctant Let her be wronged!

Ever since, the old political commissar thought about it, and suddenly fell straight to the ground!

"political commissar!"

"political commissar!"

Pretending to be dizzy is the first of the ten escapes!

Mo Jiu watched the old political commissar pretending to be slumped on the chair, and the angle was so good that he didn't let himself be knocked or accompanied, and couldn't help but have black lines all over his head: