Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

Mo Zebei was still stunned. Du Chenxing suddenly rode over and patted her shoulder from the side: "You didn't ride a bike today..." Seeing her face, Du Chenxing couldn't help but say, "I Go...you...why is your face like this?"

Mo Zebei returned to his senses and glanced at him, his tone was light: "It's okay."

Mo Zebei hooked the shoulder strap of his schoolbag and walked forward. Du Chenxing rode very slowly, followed her closely, tilted his head, and whispered: "Did you fight with someone else?"

Mo Zebei nodded lightly.

"!!!" Du Chenxing endured, but still couldn't hold back, "Who did you fight with?"

Mo Zebei pursed his lips and lowered his eyes: "Liu Yang."

"Fuck!!" Du Chenxing gave a sudden brake and almost fell. Fortunately, Mo Zebei reached out and held his handlebar in time.

Du Chen stared on the ground with his legs on the ground and stabilized, looking at Mo Zebei eagerly, with a puzzled expression: "Why would you fight him?"

"He owes a beating."

Of course Du Chenxing knew that Liu Yang's bad ruffian was underwhelmed. The problem was how suddenly he started doing it.

However, he was also acquainted and didn't continue to ask. He probably knew that Mo Zebei was reluctant to talk more.

On the way back to work, Mo Zebei received a lot of attention. She is usually very low-key. At first glance, she is not used to it.

When I arrived in the classroom, I saw Meng Yuanhao sitting in Mo Zebei's position when I entered the door. At this moment, he was tilting his head and Qu Junzhi whispering something...Du Chenxing and Mo Zebei came from the front door. From this angle, I could see Meng Yuanhao's side face, and saw that Meng Yuanhao's face was also blue and purple. Du Chenxing's expression was shocked again: You don't need to ask to know that Meng Yuanhao definitely participated in the fight last night! Good guys! ! This is a group fight! !

One spoke earnestly and the other listened carefully, and Mo Zebei came to the side, but neither of them had noticed yet.

Meng Yuanhao and Qu Junzhi looked up at her until Mo Zebei sat down on Zhu Dong's chair and tapped his finger on his desk.

Mo Zebei's eyes fell on Meng Yuanhao: "Why are you here?"

Meng Yuanhao grinned at her: "I brought you two bottles of yogurt."

Qu Junzhi beside him fixed his eyes fixedly at Mo Zebei, to be precise, at the bruised and swollen cheeks of Mo Zebei. She raised her hand and touched it gently. She wanted to touch it, but Mo Zebei suddenly held her hand at the moment she was about to touch it.

"What are you doing?" Mo Zebei looked at her puzzled.

Qu Junzhi did not withdraw his hand, letting Mo Zebei hold it. This was the first time Mo Zebei held her hand like this. The palm was close to the back of her hand, and there was a constant warmth from the place where she touched..... .

"Does it still hurt?" Qu Junzhi's voice was much softer than usual when he was held in this way.

Meng Yuanhao, who was next to him, couldn't help but dig his left ear with his little finger...

Mo Zebei let go of her hand, his tone was as usual: "I got the medicine, it's much better."

Qu Junzhi's left hand subconsciously stroked the back of his right hand that was pressed by Mo Zebei's palm: "That's good, I will help you fetch water." She took Mo Zebei's water cup and her own, and got up and went. Doorway.

When she walked away, Meng Yuanhao snorted twice: "I feel that Qu Junzhi is pretty good to you. I just talked to her for a long time, and she didn’t ask me whether my face hurts or not. Oh, now. I also helped you fetch water..."

Mo Zebei ignored his words and clicked on the desktop with his finger bones: "What happened last night, did you tell her?"

Meng Yuanhao smiled and coughed twice in embarrassment: "She saw a wound on my face and asked me if you were involved. I couldn't help but tell her..."

Du Chenxing's Yuguang kept looking at this side, and his ears were also pierced to listen to the conversation between them. Hearing this sentence, he finally couldn't hold himself back. He moved his head and curiously said: "What happened last night?"

"Hey, you are a big boy, and you still gossip like this," Meng Yuanhao pushed his face and saw that many people came in Mo Zebei's class one after another, and got up, "I'm going back, oh, yes, today At noon, let’s go to Ruoxin’s house for dinner. Ruoxin said that he would go directly with his dad’s car after school, and his dad asked for leave today.” The school leader Zhou's father came to this morning when he came to the school, he didn’t know. What the two parties talked about, Liu Yang transferred to another school a week later, and everyone did not know exactly where he went.

Mo Zebei nodded and responded.

Du Chenxing curled his lips at Meng Yuanhao, and sat upright again.

As soon as Meng Yuanhao left, Qu Junzhi came back with the water. It was warm and just right to drink.

"Thank you." Mo Zebei returned to his seat and took a sip.

"What are you doing so politely?" She didn't help this person to fetch water.

Mo Zebei did not answer, sipped the water, and looked down at the book. Qu Junzhi stared at her for several seconds. Seeing that the person hadn't looked up, he turned his face slightly unhappy.

People around, around, and around saw the hurt on Mo Zebei’s face, and they kindly came over to ask about one or two. Mo Zebei responded lightly and didn’t make sense. With her attitude, other people who still wanted to ask were gone. . Qu Junzhi was quite happy that she was so dead to others, and the unpleasantness just disappeared suddenly.

In these morning classes, Qu Junzhi always looked towards Mo Zebei intentionally or unconsciously, which made Mo Zebei strangely uncomfortable.

In the last class, Qu Junzhi still did the same. Mo Zebei asked in a low voice while the teacher was not paying attention, "What's wrong?"

"The next time you fight, you must protect your face and don't break the picture."

"Um?"

Qu Junzhi reached her ears, with a sincere tone: "Didn't you notice that you are not as good as before..."

After hearing this, Mo Zebei was taken aback, and then he defended in a low voice: "I haven't broken the picture now."

"Swollen......"

Mo Zebei didn't care about the appearance or the appearance of the face before, so I don't care about it. Now listening to Qu Junzhi said this, she suddenly thought about whether Mu Hanxi would also feel that way when he gave her medicine... ...Thinking about the west and the east, my mind went on a small run, and finally was caught by the Chinese teacher and asked questions on the spot. Fortunately, Qu Junzhi and Du Chenxing secretly whispered the answer to her, and she barely passed the test. .

After school at noon, he three got into Zhou's father's car.

Meng Yuanhao was sent to the co-pilot by Zhou Ruoxin, and she and Mo Zebei went to the back seat.

As soon as her **** was in the seat, Zhou Ruoxin turned her head to check the injury on Mo Zebei's face.

In fact, she was a little angry with Mo Zebei last night. The two of them grew up together and have known each other for so many years, and they were the most familiar. As a result, Mo Zebei was injured and needed medicine, so she didn't find her to find the woman. And Zhou Ruoxin didn't even know who the woman was, the most important thing was that Mo Zebei had never mentioned this person to her before. She was so uncomfortable that she didn't sleep well all night. When she came to school this morning, she was still angry and sad. She didn't go to Mo Zebei during class, but she missed her hurt again, and thought about it again. This time, Mo Zebei was injured mainly because of her, and his heart became softer, so the moment he saw this person, he felt a little nervous.

Seeing that she was about to reach out to touch his face, Mo Zebei quickly said: "It's okay, it's already applied medicine, it doesn't hurt much."

"I won't touch you," Zhou Ruoxin lowered her hand, a little disappointed, "just show me."

Mo Zebei took the initiative to raise his face and squinted to show her. Zhou Ruoxin took a look carefully. After applying the medicine, the situation was indeed much better than yesterday.

From the moment Meng Yuanhao got into the co-driver, Yu Guang never left them. Later, he simply tilted his body and looked at it openly. It’s not like Zhou Ruoxin cares about him like this...

I caught a glimpse of Meng Yuanhao's grieved mouth, and while waiting for the traffic light, Zhou's father stretched out his hand and rubbed his head amused.

Meng Yuanhao was a little embarrassed, so he sat up straight.

"Other...wounded parts are the medicine she helped you with?"

"Yeah." Mo Zebei turned around and sat up straight.

Zhou Ruoxin felt sore again when she heard that, she bit her lower lip tightly: "Who is she?"

"Our friend of Teacher Lin," Mo Zebei thought for a while, and then said, "I am looking for her to help me with English tutoring."

None of this mattered. What Zhou Ruoxin really wanted to know was why Mo Zebei was so good with that woman, that she could allow her touch and let the woman help with medicine.

But how do you ask about these... And if she asks, will Mo Zebei say it?

Zhou Ruoxin moved out, farther away from Mo Zebei. She leaned against the window, looking down at the fast flashing ground, her thoughts drifting away...

Her current mood cannot be described as sad or sad, but empty...

She feels very important in her heart. The part of things she has always cherished seems to be quietly losing, but she can only watch and let it flow away...

In the morning, Father Zhou called an acquaintance to order the dishes.

The lunch was very sumptuous, and Zhou Ruoxin looked daunted with the delicious food on the table, and did not move a few chopsticks. And she usually sits next to Mo Zebei, but now she sits opposite her.

Father Zhou had noticed that something was wrong, but he also knew that it was not time for questioning. He coaxed his daughter to eat two more chopsticks and sent three of them back to school.

On the way back, Zhou Ruoxin took the initiative to go to the co-pilot.

Mo Zebei and Meng Yuanhao went to the back seat.

After bending over to enter, Meng Yuanhao touched the tip of his nose, leaned close, and lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "Why did you bother her?"

Mo Zebei shook his head, leaning on the back seat with his eyes closed. Zhou Ruoxin is upset, it's because of herself, she can feel it no matter how slow...

"It's really weird," Meng Yuanhao touched his chin, thoughtfully, "She is still unwilling to talk to you..." As long as she is not a blind man, everyone can see that Zhou Ruoxin is kind to Mo Zebei. , For this, Meng Yuanhao's heart has always been sour.

Mo Zebei continued to close his eyes and did not answer his words.

"I don't blame you for this matter," Meng Yuanhao thought for a while, his mind hurt, and he didn't think of why Zhou Ruoxin was upset. "It's her strange temper. You fought for her last night. Just like this to you...Anyway, this girl's mood is volatile, and it has become faster than the June sky. Alas, we can bear her." As he said, he suddenly Happy again, Zhou Ruoxi was only doing this to him before, but now it is also doing this to Mo Zebei. After pondering in this way, he developed a feeling of sympathy for Mo Zebei and sympathy for the same illness, and this spontaneous feeling also dissipated his acid bubbles for many years without a trace, and the imbalance in his heart. Also completely gone.

He turned his head to look at Mo Zebei, and the more he looked, the more kind he became, and he couldn't help but squeezed toward her again, and he was almost on Mo Zebei's body in the end.

Mo Zebei moved his **** out, then stretched out his hand to push him, opened his eyes and said in a puzzled way: "Why are you sticking to me so close?"

Meng Yuanhao blinked. Before he could explain it, he felt a chill in the back of his neck. He subconsciously looked at Zhou Ruoxin and stared at Zhou Ruoxin's cold eyes. She seemed to have a cold air all over her body. The cold made Meng Yuanhao shrink his neck unconsciously.

Zhou Ruoxin turned to the side and said with a sullen face to Father Zhou: "Dad, stop at the intersection ahead." Before Meng Yuanhao knew what she meant, she was sent to the co-pilot. He grumbled and mumbled. , I complained a few words, no one paid any attention.

Mo Zebei opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Ruoxin who was sitting back next to him, and whispered: "Call me when you get here." After she finished speaking, she leaned in the back seat and closed her eyes.

Zhou Ruoxin watched her quietly closed eyes, and the bruises on her face that hadn't completely faded, and her heart couldn't help but touch. Anyway, it was true that Mo Zebei fought for her last night, and it was true that she was injured... ...