Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

The bleak autumn breeze, wrapped in drizzle, swayed on the withered branches.

Mo Zebeiqing carried a small light blue umbrella and walked slowly on the campus under the wet leaves.

She just came out of the library, and now she is going to the cafeteria for dinner.

Tomorrow is the long holiday of November. Every corner of the campus is full of laughter. The students are in groups, chatting about going home or going to travel.

Halfway through, she received a call from Zhou Ruoxin, who wanted to come to her for dinner.

Two or three minutes later, Qu Junzhi also called and asked her to go out to eat grilled fish.

Then the three of them took a taxi to a grilled fish restaurant with a good reputation.

Coincidentally, not long after they settled down, Mu Hanxi's family of three also came to this store.

This was the first time Mo Zebei saw Professor Mu and Uncle Mu after that incident.

Zhou Ruoxin also saw Mu Hanxi who was looking over here, her expression was slightly stagnant, and she whispered to the two of them, "Shall we three go to eat somewhere else?"

"Zebei, what do you mean?" Qu Junzhi squinted at her.

"Just eat here," Mo Zebei silently retracted his gaze, "The order has already been ordered, and the waiter will serve the food in a while."

Qu Junzhi stopped, Yu Guang glanced at the family of three, and saw that Professor Mu seemed to be leaving. Mu Hanxi stretched out his hand, and Mu Fu on the side whispered something, and then the three of them went inside.

"You have a hard time talking about love," Qu Junzhiwu poured himself a glass of water, "However, it seems that Mu Hanxi is also very embarrassed, caught between you and her parents."

Mo Zebei didn't say a word, only took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Mu Hanxi.

[Their mandarin fish is good, you can try it. 】

Less than a minute later, Mu Hanxi returned two consecutively.

[Okay, I'll eat this in a while. 】

[On the way I just drove, my second aunt called my mother and asked us to go on a self-driving tour in W City. My mother agreed, and I might go with me on November. 】

[Well, you can go with peace of mind. 】

As soon as Mo Zebei put down his phone, the grilled fish was on the table.

After eating the fish, the three of them left first, and Mo Zebei helped Mu Hanxi check out the table.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Mo Zebei received a call from Wei Lan.

"I know a particularly good place," Wei Lan felt sorry for her when she heard Lin Xiaoran talk about Mo Zebei's family. "It's not very far from City B. Do you want to go?"

"I don't want to go out recently," Mo Zebei turned over, "Next time."

"Well then." Wei Lan didn't say any more, only sighed softly in her heart.

At noon the next day, Meng Yuanhao called.

At that time, Mo Zebei was still lying on the bed in a daze. This person told her that he was at the high-speed rail station and he would take a taxi to look for her soon.

Mo Zebei was a little surprised, and then sent him the address of his apartment.

When Meng Yuanhao came, he had cigarettes and wine in his schoolbag, his eyes were red and swollen, and he had obviously cried.

Mo Zebei was taken aback for a moment, and let him in sideways.

Without going to the sofa, he sat cross-legged on the ground, unzipped his schoolbag, took out the beer can, and drank with his head silently back, and then started smoking again in silence after a while.

Mo Zebei sat opposite him, took a can of beer, and took two sips.

"I broke up..." He choked, his voice hoarse.

Mo Zebei gently put down the beer can: "She mentioned it?"

Meng Yuanhao nodded.

"Why?"

"She said..." Tears filled Meng Yuanhao's eyes, "She doesn't love me anymore."

Mo Zebei waved away the dazzling smoke in front of his eyes and looked up at him.

This man has a stubble face, messy short hair, a melancholy look, and a wilting look. He is no longer the sunny, green, and chattering big boy with friends all day long.

Mo Zebei's nasal cavity was suddenly a little sour, and there was an urge to cry suddenly, whether it was for the person in front of him, or for the forever lost youth and time that could never be returned.

Since the death of her father, she has become sentimental. Sometimes she will be inexplicably sad and depressed when she catches a glimpse of the dark clouds in the sky covering the sun.

Mo Zebei touched this person's cigarette case, put a cigarette on his lips, tilted his head and lit it with a lighter.

The two of them drank and smoked and sat for an afternoon without much speech.

It was more than seven o'clock in the evening.

Mo Zebei asked him dumbly, "Are you hungry?"

"I have a poor appetite and can't eat anything."

"There is a barbecue here and it tastes good."

Meng Yuanhao raised his eyes: "Then go and have a look."

"Have you brought a change of clothes?" Mo Zebei glanced at his schoolbag, "Should I take a shower first?"

"Take it," Meng Yuanhao wiped out the cigarette, his voice hoarse, "Then I'll go wash it."

Mo Zebei nodded, and when the person went to the bathroom, she began to clean up the garbage on the ground, and then opened the window, just to let out the smell of smoke.

Before going out, Mo Zebei went to the bedroom and changed into clean clothes.

Passing by a barber shop, Meng Yuanhao stopped and waited for a moment.

"I want to straighten out my hair and push it into that kind of flat head."

"Well," Mo Zebei patted him on the shoulder, "then go in."

After waiting for Meng Yuanhao's gap, Mo Zebei flipped through the magazines in the store at will.

Later, she didn't know what she thought of, and she suddenly wanted to cut it short.

After the cut, the two stood beside the tree under the street lamp and looked at each other, with smiles in their eyes.

"Do you remember that in the third year of high school, you had to cut your hair short. I was so frightened that I called Ruoxin, but I couldn't persuade you."

Mo Zebei nodded, with emotion on his face: "Time flies quickly, almost three years have passed since the blink of an eye."

"Yeah, now we are in our junior year," Meng Yuanhao looked up at Yue, "Actually, I regret it a little bit now...I thought it would be great if I had been admitted to City B with you two. At least with you when you are sad, you won't be so lonely."

Mo Zebei looked down at the shadow under the street lamp, was silent for a moment, and then said: "Do you know why I had to take the university entrance exam in City B?"

Meng Yuanhao tilted his head to look at her, with doubts in his eyes.

"Because of Mu Hanxi," Mo Zebei looked at the rushing cars, "I like her. I fell in love with her in the third year of high school."

Meng Yuanhao tried his best to recall the Mu Hanxi that Mo Zebei spoke of, who was that gentle and beautiful sister...

"You...do you like women?" Meng Yuanhao looked surprised.

"I only like her, I have never liked other girls."

Meng Yuanhao was stunned, unable to react for a while.

"We have been dating...but her family disagrees."

"We are dating..." Meng Yuanhao was stunned again, "Are you dating?"

Mo Zebei nodded and walked forward.

Meng Yuanhao hurriedly followed, staring and tilting his head and asked: "That pretty sister likes you too?"

Mo Zebei felt amused: "What is the problem with you, she doesn't like me, why do you associate with me?"

Meng Yuanhao scratched his head: "I just think it's weird...that pretty sister actually likes girls..."

"She used to like men."

"..." Meng Yuanhao was even more dizzy now.

The two walked for more than ten minutes and arrived at the barbecue restaurant.

Ordered a bunch of food and ordered four cans of beer.

After sitting in the store for more than two hours, Mo Zebei intermittently talked to him about what happened in the past two years.

It was about eleven o'clock in the night when they left the barbecue shop.

The two of them walked slowly in the face of the night breeze.

"If her family always disagrees," Meng Yuanhao put his hand in his trouser pocket, "what are you going to do?"

"Then just wait," Mo Zebei paused, "Do you still have smoke on your body?"

"Yes." Meng Yuanhao touched his pocket and handed her a cigarette, and then gave her a lighter.

Mo Zebei lit, inhaled, and gently exhaled a circle of white mist: "In this life, except for her, I won't be with anyone else."

Back to the apartment, the two drank a few more cans of beer. At about one o'clock in the morning, Mo Zebei went to the bedroom to sleep, and Meng Yuanhao slept on the sofa.

Mo Zebei woke up at noon the next day.

Mu Hanxi gave Mo Zebei two shots, but she didn't hear it, and she fell asleep completely.

When she returned the call, she found that Professor Mu had answered it.

"Please stop calling Xiao Xi in the future. I don't want you to contact me again."

"Sorry, I'm afraid this won't work," Mo Zebei rubbed his temples, his head dizzy, "She is my girlfriend."

There was silence for two seconds, and then hung up.

Mo Zebei threw the phone on the bed, got up and went to the bathroom. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he became a little awake.

Meng Yuanhao was still asleep wrapped in a blanket.

Mo Zebei went downstairs and went around, and brought stir-fried vegetables and biscuits with him when he returned.

She walked to the sofa and kicked Meng Yuanhao's lowered calf.

Meng Yuanhao hummed twice and opened his eyes slightly.

"Get up and wash your hands and eat."

Meng Yuanhao rubbed his eyes, yawned and lifted the blanket, then lazily went to the bathroom.

After lunch, Mo Zebei called this person to the park for a stroll.

In the evening, Mo Zebei received a call from Guo Lianke. This person asked her to go to the Qing bar to play. Mo Zebei didn't want to go, but thought that Meng Yuanhao was here, afraid that he would feel bored and bored, so he agreed.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, Mo Zebei and Meng Yuanhao took a taxi to the agreed Qing Bar. Guo Lianke and a girl had already waited there in advance.

"Zebei, Yuanhao, here." Guo Lianke was northwest of the bar, and he got up and waved to the two of them.

The two walked towards him.

"I want to introduce you," Guo Lianke pointed to the girl next to him, "This is my girlfriend, Zhang Yue."

"Hello, I’m Meng Yuanhao, I’m going to college in J City," Meng Yuanhao said warmly and politely, "She’s my daughter, Mo Zebei."

"I know you," Zhang Yue smiled, "I heard Lianke mentioned it."

Guo Lianke ordered a lot of wine and dried fruits. The three of them were very good at chatting, and Mo Zebei didn't interrupt much. He just sat quietly and drank unknown wine and listened to soothing folk songs.

The girl in the middle chatted with her kindly, but her reaction was very cold, and the girl was also acquainted, so she didn't throw a topic at her again.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, Mu Hanxi called her.

Mo Zebei got up and went outside.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Zebei looked up at the starry sky: "I miss you."

Mu Hanxi smiled lightly upon hearing the sound.

Mo Zebei's feet rubbed the pavement stones: "I had my hair cut yesterday. It was quite short, almost the same as in the third year of high school."

"I want to see, you can send me a photo."

Mo Zebei walked to the street lamp in the bright spot: "How about we video?"

"Okay," Mu Hanxi teased the broken hair in her ears, "I hung up and called you."

Mo Zebei held his mobile phone and looked at Mu Hanxi who was sitting on the bed. Xu Shi had just taken a bath. This man only wore a light camisole. His face was white and moisturized, shiny, and soft red lips. Slightly closed, looking down is the slender and sultry slender neck and the **** and charming V-shaped clavicle...

Mo Zebei swallowed his saliva unconsciously, his small face turned red quietly, and his fingertips glowed with scorching heat...