Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

Mu Hanxi handed the packed mandarin fish to Mo Zebei, and Mo Zebei took it carefully.

Because Liu Chuqing was still there, Mo Zebei declined Mu Hanxi's kindness to send her off. After saying goodbye to the two politely, she carried her packing box and went out to the elevator.

Mu Hanxi turned around until Mo Zebei was no longer visible.

Liu Chuqing walked in with Mu Hanxi beside him: "Did you know her because of Lin Xiaoran?"

"Well," Mu Hanxi took the previously washed fruit to Xiaojina, and the two sat on the sofa. "She is Xiaoran's English class representative. The first time I went to Xiaoran school, she picked it up. Me."

"Oh." Liu Chuqing stretched out his hand and squeezed a grape, peeled it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's pretty sweet." She wants to eat another one.

"Zebei bought it."

When Liu Chuqing heard the words, he stopped in the air, curled up his fingers, retracted unnaturally, and hung down on his side.

"On the way to meet the customer last night, I met Sister Xuanya," Liu Chuqing said, "She is about to get married, right?" Passing by, Liu Chuqing caught a glimpse of Mu Xuanya and Yi in the car. The handsome and tall man kissed and embraced under the street lamp, and the diamond ring on the ring finger of his left hand was shining and dazzling.

"I didn't listen to her," Mu Hanxi took out a tissue and wiped her hands. "However, she plans to settle here in the future."

"Yeah." Liu Chuqing didn't talk deeply about this topic.

The two talked about other things before Liu Chuqing left Mu Hanxi.

Before leaving, she said: "I want to fly to France tomorrow. Do you have anything I need to bring?"

"No, I don't need anything."

Liu Chuqing didn't say any more, but planned to give her a precious perfume.

The two went out to take the elevator, and Mu Hanxi escorted her out of the unit door.

As soon as I returned to the room, my mobile phone rang, and it was Mu Xuanya.

"Do you want to rest?" asked over there.

"Not yet, Chuqing just left from me."

"Well, will you be free tomorrow?" Mu Xuanya didn't know what happened when Liu Chuqing saw her hugging and kissing her lover yesterday.

"available."

Mu Xuanya was obviously in a good mood: "I will call to reserve a restaurant at that time, and I will invite you to have Western food at noon tomorrow." The restaurant was opened by a friend of hers, which is very convenient.

"Sister," Mu Han Xihuer thought of Liu Chuqing's question just now, and the corners of her lips were slightly curved, "Is a good thing approaching?"

Mu Xuanya said slightly on her face: "Well, Jiazhe proposed to me last night." Mu Xuanya fell in love with Xu Jiazhe in her senior year. They have gone through four springs and autumns together, and now they are finally going to cultivate a real fruit.

Mu Hanxi smiled: "It's great, happy for you."

"But I haven't told my family yet. I plan to mention it again during the Chinese New Year. Then you will praise Xu Jiazhe in front of my parents." Not close to City B, Mu Xuanya's parents still have some opinions about this marriage. Yes, I don't want my daughter to marry too far.

Mu Hanxi quipped: "Does my brother-in-law need me to be so good?" She is basically a demure lady outside, but sometimes she is a little naughty in front of her brothers and sisters.

Mu Xuanya was made a big blush by her, especially the two words "brother-in-law", which made her ears hot: "Okay, don't tease me, rest early and see you at noon tomorrow."

"Good night, second sister."

"Good night."

When Mo Zebei arrived home, the first thing he did to change his shoes and enter the door was to put the packed mandarin fish in the refrigerator.

Father Mo was reading in the study, and when he heard something outside, he opened the door and took a look.

"Going to the restaurant to eat?"

"No," Father Mo walked over silently, startling Mo Zebei, "I ate it at...a sister's house."

Father Mo didn't know who Mo Zebei's sister was. He just wanted to ask, Mo Zebei took the initiative to explain: "A friend of our English teacher."

Father Mo nodded and said dryly: "Don't bother others next time. I'll cook what you want to eat."

"knew."

"Go out tomorrow?" Father Mo asked again.

"Not going out," Mo Zebei closed the refrigerator door, "doing homework at home."

"Well," Father Mo turned to the kitchen and asked as if he had remembered something when he quickly entered the door, "Can I still drink milk?"

Mo Zebei wanted to say that he couldn't drink, but he felt that his father spoke more than usual today, and he always felt a little inexplicable: "I can drink."

Father Mo nodded, but for unknown reasons, he only sent half a cup to Mo Zebei this time, and he drank the remaining half by himself.

Mo Zebei felt a little strange, why did his father drink milk tonight? In her memory, except when she was weak when she was a child, Father Mo would drink milk with him. Since he developed a habit of drinking a glass of milk every day, her father would never drink it anymore. He could not bear the pure milk. Stock taste.

Mo Zebei shook his head and didn't think much. He picked up the phone and sent a text message to Mu Hanxi: Thank you Sister Mu for the hospitality tonight. The braces satisfy her face.

Mu Hanxi quickly replied to her: No thanks, go to bed earlier.

Mo Zebei smiled and put down his phone, and pulled out the syllable book Mu Hanxi gave her today, intending to review it.

I practiced honestly for more than ten minutes, and couldn't resist other careful thoughts. She once again sent a text message to Mu Hanxi: I feel it is more convenient to ask learning questions on WeChat. Is sister Mu's phone number a WeChat account?

After Mu Hanxi took a shower and dried her hair, she noticed that a text message had come in, and she replied: Give it a try.

Within a minute of her reply, another text message came in: Sister Mu, please pass it.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and the little devil was still up. Mu Hanxi shook her head and laughed. He logged onto WeChat and saw a verification message from a friend called Polaris.

Quite artistic? Mu Hanxi didn't change her remarks and clicked through...

Since sending the second text message, Mo Zebei has been waiting for Mu Hanxi to reply, looking forward to the stars and moon, and is not even focused on studying.

Waited for more than an hour before returning to Mu Hanxi's three words "try it."

!!!!!! Mo Zebei howled in his heart, he was so excited, he was so happy that he was about to smoke! She immediately logged into WeChat to search for Mu Hanxi's mobile phone number, and she found a simple wooden character with a green tree in the background.

She added a friend of the other party, and then texted Mu Hanxi to let her pass.

Soon after being verified by her friend there, Mo Zebei bit the back bone of his hand, and after restraining his excitement, he politely greeted the other party: Sister Mu, good evening.

Mu Hanxi replied: Little devil, it's time to sleep.

Mo Zebei deleted, deleted, deleted, back and forth, and finally softly sent five words: Sister Mu, good night.

Mu Hanxi lowered his head and smiled: Good night.

Mo Zebei raised his eyebrows, got up and went to the bathroom, took a simple shower, didn't wash his hair, and lay down obediently after cleaning up, and had a good night's sleep.

Mo Zebei got up early the next day, reviewed the phonetic symbols that were difficult to pronounce, and then went to wash.

Father Mo also got up very early, planning to make breakfast for Mo Zebei.

"Dad, don't make breakfast for me in a while," Mo Zebei took a towel from the balcony and wiped his face, "I'll just warm the fish and eat it later."

"Eat fish in the morning?"

Mo Zebei blushed and nodded lightly.

Father Mo didn't say anything, he went downstairs to buy porridge and small oil cakes.

The father and daughter ate at the same table, and there was not much to say, and Father Mo returned to the way he used to be reluctant to speak.

After dinner, Mo Zebei returned to his room to do his homework, and Father Mo went downstairs and went for a stroll in the nearby park.

For lunch, Mr. Mo cooked two home-cooked dishes, one stewed chicken with potatoes and one scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Mo Zebei took a photo while Father Mo was going to serve porridge in the kitchen and sent it to Mu Hanxi with the words: My dad made it.

When the WeChat message prompted the sound, Mu Hanxi had just cut a steak with a knife. She ate the beef before turning on the phone to look at it, and then smiled and replied: Uncle's craftsmanship is pretty good.

Seeing her bending her lips and smiling, Mu Xuanya shook her red wine glass and joked: "Talking about friends?"

"No," Mu Hanxi was stunned, and then said amusedly, "It's just a kid I just met."

"A lot younger than you?"

"Sister," Mu Hanxi was a little bit dumbfounded, "Where did you want to go... She is only a third year in high school this year, and she is a girl."

Only after Mu Xuanya realized that she really wanted to be crooked, she thought it was something that could be developed...

"I heard Jiazhe say that Ruan Xuekai has returned to China." Ruan Xuekai was Jiazhe's classmate.

"Yeah." Mu Hanxi knew it. Ruan Xuekai sent a message to herself a few days ago.

"In fact, others are pretty good." I have been single for several years, and there is no girl around him.

"It's pretty good." Mu Hanxi took a sip of the red wine.

Mu Xuanya wanted to persuade Han Xi to think about him, but she knew her temperament well. If she liked her, she had agreed long ago, so why didn't she make any progress so far.

"When Jiazhe comes back, the three of us will have a meal together," Mu Xuanya turned the subject, "Go to my new house and treat it as warming up the pot for me."

"Okay," Mu Hanxi put down the wine glass, "Where did Brother Jiazhe go?"

"Back to my hometown." Xu Jiazhe is not a local. He only planned to develop here after he went to school here. He was in the medicinal business in his hometown. He was not very interested, so he set up a studio for advertising and media. Related business.

Mu Hanxi asked, "Sister, have you met Jiazhe's parents?"

"I saw it once," Mu Xuanya put down his knife and fork, "When I was traveling last year, I was close to their hometown, so I came to visit."

"Um."

"His parents are very kind," Mu Xuanya poured herself some red wine again, "It is his grandfather who looked a little stern and unsmiling. The first time I saw it, I was so nervous and sweaty."

Mu Hanxi couldn't help but smile.

Seeing her like this, Mu Xuanya joked, "What are you laughing about? You may be more nervous than I am when you see the other party's grandfather in the future."

Mu Hanxi blushed, lowered her head and stopped talking. At this moment, a WeChat message came in. It was sent by Mo Zebei: Sister Mu, have you had lunch?

Mu Hanxi took this opportunity to hide from her sister's teasing and replied: I was eating, and I was eating outside with my second sister.

Mo Zebei soon sent another: Are there no photos?

Mu Hanxi thought it was funny, she pursed her lips: You are too late.

She doesn't have the habit of taking pictures while eating, but if Mo Zebei asked her for a photo at the beginning, maybe she would take one for her.

Mo Zebei sent an aggrieved expression first, and then added another sentence: Next time I will ask you for it earlier.

I don't know if she used the emoji, Mu Hanxi felt that she seemed to be cuter, and couldn't help but bend her lips again.

"That kid again?" Mu Xuanya asked curiously.

"Um."

"She still loves to talk to you." In the third year of high school, she would have to be five or six years younger than Han Xi. I didn't expect the two of them to have a common topic.

Mu Hanxi stretched her eyebrows: "It's okay."

"How did you meet?" Mu Hanxi came here just over a week, and not long after.

Mu Hanxi briefly talked to Mu Xuanya about his first acquaintance with Mo Zebei. During the conversation, he remembered that Mo Zebei called himself by his name the first time he saw him. She looked a little dazed. Thinking about this, Mu Hanxi The pear vortex on the cheek bloomed again.

Mu Xuanya, who was sitting across from her, couldn't help but a small question mark popped up in her mind: How many times has Han Xi smiled?