Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

After the beginning of spring, the twigs sprout and the grass shoots sharply, and even the air is filled with a refreshing and refreshing feeling.

On the tenth day of April, Meng Yuanhao got married.

The wedding was held in a star-rated hotel in City B. Mo Zebei, Mu Hanxi, Qu Junzhi and Zhou Ruoxin all went to the scene to give blessings.

A second before the bride and groom exchanged rings, Li Rong glanced at Mo Zebei.

Mo Zebei suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, constricted his eyes, and continued to stare at the two people on the stage.

Li Rong's expression was calm and there was no joy on his face. On the other hand, Meng Yuanhao smiled extremely happily. For him, the thoughts he had been obsessed with for so long had finally settled down today.

After the ceremony was over, Meng Yuanhao brought Li Rong to toast to the elders one by one, and then the two came to their table in Mo Zebei.

Li Rong held the champagne and smiled at Mo Zebei: "Thank you for coming over today."

Mo Zebei just hmmed, without saying a word, bowed his head and took two sips of wine.

Li Rong turned to respect Mu Hanxi next to Mo Zebei: "My sister is really a blessed person."

She said this suddenly and inexplicably, Mu Hanxi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said some blessings.

Mu Hanxi could not drink alcohol while she was breastfeeding. After clinking glasses, Mo Zebei drank it for her.

Thinking of the children at home, after eating, Mo Zebei and Mu Hanxi left together.

On the way, Mo Zebei noticed that Mu Hanxi was wandering.

"Sister," Mo Zebei gently shook the person's hand while waiting for the red light, "What are you thinking?"

Mu Hanxi looked hesitant and hesitated for a few seconds: "I wonder if you have noticed Li Rong..."

The green light was halfway through her words, Mo Zebei withdrew his hand, looked ahead, and followed her words and asked, "What's wrong with Li Rong?"

"When Li Rong came to our side to toast, he only smiled at you, not to others," Mu Hanxi felt a little strange, "Are you familiar with her?"

"I'm not familiar with it, I have only seen a few sides."

"The more I think about it, the more I feel that something is wrong. It's her wedding today, but she doesn't seem to be very happy, and the words she said to me when she toasted," Mu Hanxi pressed down the car window, tilted her head and stared. Looking at the umbrella-shaped albizia tree on the right side, thinking carefully, "Listening to her tone, I seem to be envious of me..."

Combined with Mu Hanxi's words, Mo Zebei suddenly remembered the glance that Li Rong cast at a certain moment, his brows frowned, I hope she thought more...

One late night five days later, Mo Zebei had already fallen asleep, and was awakened by the vibration of his mobile phone.

"Who called?" Mu Hanxi asked in a daze.

"It's Yuan Hao," Mo Zebei carefully pulled out his arm, "Sister, I'll go to the balcony to pick it up, you can continue to sleep."

"Yeah." Mu Hanxi gently pulled the quilt up.

Meng Yuanhao is still in the honeymoon period and has nothing important to do. He won't call her so late.

"What's the matter?" Mo Zebei sat down on the bamboo chair after closing the balcony door.

"Could you... come to my house now?" The man had a heavy nasal voice, and there was a kind of forbearing cry in his tone.

Mo Zebei's eyebrows jumped, and he straightened up and walked out: "I'll pass right away."

Back to the bedroom to change clothes, Mo Zebei bent over and kissed Mu Hanxi's forehead, and then whispered an explanation in her ear.

Mu Hanxi was completely drowsy in an instant, and her expression was a little worried: "He didn't say anything?"

"Well," Mo Zebei sighed, "I guess it may be related to Li Rong."

Mu Hanxi nodded, and then whispered: "Drive slowly on the road."

"I know." Mo Zebei turned around and walked to the crib, touched Qiu'er's head twice, then reluctantly went downstairs.

Arrived at Meng Yuanhao’s new house, Mo Zebei was choked by the heavy smell of smoke as soon as she entered the door. She raised her hand and waved the pungent smell, frowning at Meng Yuanhao who was dejected: "What are you? When did you come back?"

Meng Yuanhao's voice was astringent and dumb: "It's more than two o'clock in the afternoon."

Mo Zebei carefully stepped past the messy beer cans on the ground, and went to sit on the corner of the sofa.

Meng Yuanhao pushed aside the can easily, leaned back on the sofa, and sat on the empty floor in front of the coffee table. He took out a cigarette and lit it silently, spit out a circle of white mist, and tears fell silently.

Mo Zebei got up and sat down next to him, hooked the ring of the can with his index finger, and lifted it up forcefully. There was a faint sound of breathing in the can, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet late night.

Mo Zebei took a couple of sips while holding the beer can, Meng Yuanhao lightly dangling a cigarette in his mouth, staring blankly at the void in a daze.

Neither of them spoke, and time flowed slowly in the dull atmosphere.

I don't know how long it took before the depressed whispers of sorrow broke the silence again.

"I feel she...she doesn't love me." Meng Yuanhao's nose was sour, tears came from his eyes.

Mo Zebei drew out the tissue and handed it to him, Meng Yuanhao took it and held it tightly in his hand.

"Tell me more specifically."

Meng Yuanhao’s head was resting on the sofa, his eyes closed, his expression distressed, weak and feeble: "She has traditional thinking and does not accept pre-marital intimacy, so I have not touched her in recent years. Even if we go out to travel and stay in a hotel, we are one of us. Room."

"Before I thought it was nothing, but secretly glad I found a pure and good girl until our first night..." Li Rong's menstrual period had just passed, and their first happened yesterday.

Meng Yuanhao sniffed, like a hurt and poor deer, holding Mo Zebei's arm and crying: "When we two did it... she didn't react at all, staring at the ceiling blankly throughout the process. , It's not like a living person..."

A look of surprise flashed across Mo Zebei's eyes, and she calmed down before raising her hand to pat Meng Yuanhao's head.

"I didn't have any interest at all, and I went to a hasty," Meng Yuanhao choked, his expression ugly, "She coldly pushed me away and went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then went to bed with her back turned to me."

Mo Zebei's lips moved, and he thoughtfully asked: "Before this, have you ever done a little intimate behavior, such as hugging and kissing?"

"Yes, but very few. She doesn't like it very much."

"How do you feel... how does she treat you normally?"

"It's good. She cooks for me, washes clothes, and cleans the house. She will also take care of me when I am drunk or sick."

If you don't love it at all, you can't do this, right? Mo Zebei pressed his fist to his lips and lowered his eyes for a while.

"Could she be cold?"

Meng Yuanhao was dumbfounded when he heard the sound, and did not say a word for a while.

"You two are back, or are you just yourself?"

Meng Yuanhao's eyes were dull, and his reaction was dull for a few seconds: "I came back together, but because of a big quarrel, it was unpleasant, and finally she went to stay in the hotel."

"After waiting for two days, after both of you have stabilized, you can talk to her."

Meng Yuanhao hummed slowly.

Back home, as soon as Mo Zebei got into the bed, Mu Hanxi came over and hugged her: "What happened to Yuanhao?"

Mo Zebei briefly told her, and Mu Hanxi was also surprised after hearing this.

After a while, Qiu'er began to cry, and Mo Zebei got out of bed and hugged her.

Mo Zebei stared at the side dreamily when Mu Hanxi pulled her clothes on to breastfeed.

Mu Hanxi's expression was ashamed, and a crimson rose quietly around her ears.

"Sister, it's time for me." Putting Qiu'er carefully back into the crib, Mo Zebei leaned over and crouched over.

Mu Hanxi's cheeks are getting hotter and hotter. She lowered her head, her tone twisted: "The light is too bright, it's a bit dazzling, you turn it off."

Mo Zebei snapped, with a slight smile in his tone.

The surroundings were covered by the dark night again, and the two lay down again.

Mo Zebei drank for a moment, slapped his mouth twice, and continued.

Mu Hanxi's face was flushed and she grabbed the quilt, closed her eyes and bit her lower lip...

"You lighten... don't use that hard."

Mo Zebei paused twice.

Three or four minutes later, Mo Zebei burped, and Mu Hanxi was almost ashamed to death.

She pulled her pajamas down and turned over with her back to Mo Zebei.

"Sister..." Mo Zebei leaned over and hugged her softly.

This person's hot, damp, soft breath lingered around his neck, causing a numb and itchy sensation, Mu Hanxi patiently did not respond.

"Sister..." Mo Zebei kept rubbing Mu Hanxi's earlobes with his fingers, his voice was low and deep, "I miss you."

"Um."

Mo Zebei's lips went back and forth, gently rubbing against Mu Hanxi's white neck. Mu Hanxi felt warmth in his chest and his breathing was chaotic.

"Good treasure..."

As soon as the end of Baozi landed, Mo Zebei touched her face, facing him.

The lips are pressed together, and the milk scent fills and spreads in each other's mouth...

Mu Hanxi couldn't help but encircled this person's neck, raising her face to kiss her passionately.

The ambiguous smell of dry heat flows slowly in the air.

Mu Hanxi closed her eyes and panted lightly, touching the back of Mo Zebei's head, and shyly asked: "Have you come back to wash your hands?"

"No," Mo Zebei's lips smiled, "but I bought finger cots."

Mu Hanxi bit her shoulder to the side, muffled and silent...

On the second day, Mu Hanxi fed Qiu'er and continued to lie down again. Before Mo Zebei got out of bed, she closed her eyes and muttered lazily at this person: "Guaibao, I don't want to get up for breakfast."

"knew."

After washing, Mo Zebei took out a medicine for moisturizing his throat from the drawer and delivered it to Mu Hanxi's lips.

Mu Hanxi lightly opened her red lips and held her mouth open.

Mo Zebei was about to get up and leave, Mu Han Xihu'er grabbed her by the collar, she muttered something vaguely, because the voice was too small, Mo Zebei did not hear clearly.

"Sister, what did you just say?"

Mu Hanxi was a little embarrassed, pulling the quilt and covering his head: "I said... you throw away the trash, don't let your parents see it."

Mo Zebei glanced at the trash basket, three dangling finger cots, and crystal water was still glowing on it.

She pursed her lips and smiled, squatting over, tightening the garbage bag, and carrying it downstairs.

"How easy is it, she won't come down for breakfast?" Professor Mu looked puzzled.

"I didn't sleep well yesterday," Mo Zebei rubbed the tip of his nose, bowed his head to drink porridge with a guilty conscience, "She is a little tired."

"I'd better go up and see her...Don't catch a cold."

Mo Zebei got up when he heard the sound, and he said: "Mom...sister is okay, don't worry..." I haven't made any affection for a long time. Mu Hanxi sucked two scarlet strawberry prints on her neck.

Professor Mu gave her a weird look, and sat back in the chair at the suggestion of Father Mu.

Mo Zebei ate two buns indiscriminately, drank a bowl of porridge, and hurried back to the second floor.

Mu Hanxi was in a daze, feeling that someone was changing her clothes, she subconsciously touched her neck, and she also had an extra silk scarf...

After most of his sleepiness disappeared, Mu Hanxi opened his eyes and looked at someone.

Mo Zebei blushed and touched her forehead, softly defending himself: "Sister, don't blame me, wolves have been hungry for a long time."

"Wolves are not like you, so they like to drink milk."

Mo Zebei's eyes were ashamed, and he begged softly, hoping that this person would stop talking.

Mu Hanxi hummed twice, hooked her neck, bit her chin with a small force...