Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

Zhou Ruoxin took a rest this day and didn't need to go to tutoring. After noon, she rode an electric bike from home to find Mo Zebei.

Zhou Mu wrapped wontons. Knowing that Mo Zebei liked to eat them, Zhou Ruoxin brought her some food boxes specially.

The security of this old residential building is very lax, and there is basically no inquiries from outsiders, not to mention that Zhou Ruoxin has lived here before. She parked the car in front of the unit of Mo Zebei's home, and walked in and climbed the stairs. When she was about to climb to the eighth floor, she called Mo Zebei, and Mo Zebei came out of the bedroom and opened the door for her.

"Have you eaten lunch?" The hair in Zhou Ruoxin's ears was sweaty, she reached out and dialed, and then passed the food box over.

"Not yet." Mo Zebei took the food box she handed over, and let her in sideways.

"This is wonton, you eat it while it's hot." Zhou Ruoxin left this sentence and turned to wash her face inside.

Mo Zebei put the food container on the dining table, went to the balcony to get a towel and waited for her to come out: "Wipe off your face."

"Well," Zhou Ruoxin asked, wiping her face, "Is there no air conditioner in the room?"

Both her bedroom and Father Mo's bedroom doors were open. If the air conditioner was turned on, the hall wouldn't be so hot.

"The air conditioner is broken." Mo Zebei went to his bedroom and took out the exhaust fan. After turning on the power, the small exhaust fan began to exhale.

"Why don't you ask someone to fix it?" Zhou Ruoxin sat on the dining chair opposite her.

"The effect of repairing is not good." Mo Zebei lowered his head and drank wontons.

"Go to my place to sleep at night?" Due to global warming, the temperature is getting higher year by year, not to mention it is still midsummer.

Mo Zebei shook his head slightly, expressing his reluctance to go.

Zhou Ruoxin bit her lip, and then said: "You don't want to sleep on the bed, just hit the floor next to me." Zhou Ruoxin knows that Mo Zebei doesn't like to be close to people. She usually touches Mo Zebei's arm at most, but she doesn't hold it too much. Over her hand.

Mo Zebei put down the spoon and glanced at Zhou Ruoxin: "It's too much trouble."

Zhou Ruoxin felt helpless, knowing that it was meaningless to continue, so she simply changed the subject.

The two chatted for a while. After Mo Zebei finished eating the wontons, Zhou Ruoxin rode her to Wanda Plaza in an electric car, saying that she was going to the movies.

When the two arrived at the place, Meng Yuanhao's call came as soon as they got the tickets.

"I don't want to fight today," Zhou Ruoxin glanced at Mo Zebei's phone screen, "Don't tell him where we are."

Mo Zebei glanced down at the phone and did not answer the call. After the ringing ended automatically, she put the phone in her pocket.

Seeing her move, Zhou Ruoxin's mouth turned up slightly, her eyebrows and eyes dyed with a smile.

The two bought Coke and popcorn, and the seats were next to each other.

"Why did you talk to Meng Yuanhao when you look back?" Zhou Ruoxin was referring to Mo Zebei not answering Meng Yuanhao's call.

"To be honest." Mo Zebei drank a coke, staring at the big screen.

The joy that Zhou Ruoxin had just surged sank again, and Mo Zebei was still the same as before, not changing at all.

Mo Zebei watched the whole journey very seriously, but Zhou Ruoxin was thinking about traveling abroad. She pondered carefully whether there is anyone in the world who can make Mo Zebei different, able to get her care and favor...

After the movie ended, she didn't want to understand this question. At least for so many years, she had never seen Mo Zebei special to anyone, none of them.

"Are you going?" Many people got up and left their seats. Zhou Ruoxin was still sitting still, Mo Zebei asked.

Zhou Ruoxin was awakened by her questioning, she turned her eyes to stare at Mo Zebei for a few seconds, then smiled and stood up.

When I left the second hall and walked to the theater door, he accidentally ran into Meng Yuanhao again.

Meng Yuanhao came with his cousin, and when he saw them, his expression was surprised at first, and then displeased: "You two are watching the movie, why don't you call me?"

"Who stipulates that you have to call you when watching a movie?" Zhou Ruoxin hummed.

The two of them started to talk each other with each other.

Mo Zebei stood silent.

Meng Yuanhao's cousin also couldn't figure out why his cousin and the fierce girl in front of him quarreled. He met Zhou Ruoxin several times when he was a child, but now he can't recognize it.

There are a lot of people going to watch movies, and people look at them from time to time.

Meng Yuanhao's cousin felt a little uncomfortable on the face, and forced Meng Yuanhao into it.

Seeing the situation, Zhou Ruoxin dragged Mo Zebei away.

"I'm really mad at me." Zhou Ruoxin mumbled toward Mo Zebei as she walked.

"Will you go to see the clothes?" She remembered Zhou Ruoxin saying before that she wanted to go to the clothes shop after watching the movie.

"I'm still mad."

Mo Zebei stopped talking, and sat on an empty chair not far away, waiting for her to calm down.

Zhou Ruoxin also sat next to her, but did not speak.

"Want to drink milk tea?" After two or three minutes, Mo Zebei spoke.

"You buy it for me?"

"Um."

The corners of Zhou Ruoxin's mouth lifted slightly, and the air in her heart instantly disappeared.

She felt that Mo Zebei was still a little special to herself, even if it was just a little bit.

After drinking the milk tea bought by Mo Zebei, Zhou Ruoxin was much happier and in the mood to go shopping in the clothes shop.

She chooses clothes while drinking, and will try the ones that are satisfied.

It's just that Meng Yuanhao will not be here much.

Before he finished watching the movie, he ran ahead of time.

Mo Zebei was sitting on the sofa in the shop at this time, waiting for Zhou Ruoxin who was trying on clothes.

Seeing Meng Yuanhao coming, Mo Zebei took the initiative to move aside to make room for him. Meng Yuanhao pursed his lips and sat down with a dull voice: "I think you are partial to her today. "

"She said she didn't want to quarrel today." Mo Zebei's words can be regarded as an explanation.

Meng Yuanhao sullenly said nothing.

Zhou Ruoxin tried a blue-and-white dress, which looked pretty good, and wanted to ask Mo Zebei's opinion, but when she came out she saw Meng Yuanhao again.

"What are you doing with you again?" Zhou Ruoxin said in a bad mood.

"I'm here to find Zebei." Meng Yuanhao's tone was not good.

Zhou Ruoxin calmed down, lost her clothes, and dragged Mo Zebei's arm to walk out.

Just as Meng Yuanhao was about to follow, he caught a glimpse of the blue and white dress that was thrown on the sofa by Zhou Ruoxin.

Thinking back to the way she just smiled and took the clothes, she probably liked it.

After struggling for two seconds, Meng Yuanhao picked up his clothes and paid the bill with his mobile phone.

After leaving the shop, he didn't go to find them, and returned to Zhou's house with his clothes.

When Zhou Ruoxin and Mo Zebei returned to Zhou’s home, Zhou’s mother frowned. Zhou Ruoxin said: “Your child is becoming more and more careless now. The clothes you paid for can be left in the store. Fortunately, Yuan Hao saw it and sent it to you. ."

Zhou Ruoxin wanted to refute a few words. She caught a glimpse of the dress, but she didn't say anything.

She squeezed the clothes back to the bedroom, Mo Zebei followed behind.

"Who is rare, he buys it for me."

Mo Zebei picked up the clothes in her hand and looked at it: "It looks pretty."

Zhou Ruoxin's eyes were bright when she heard that, she twisted her neck to look at Mo Zebei: "Do you think it looks good?"

"Um."

After hearing the satisfactory answer, Zhou Ruoxin's mouth pursed a little smile.

After the meeting, Zhou Mu knocked on the door, Zhou Ruoxin sat still, Mo Zebei opened it for her.

"You two are going to give Yuan Hao some watermelons." Zhou Mu came in with a fruit plate.

Zhou Ruoxin curled her lips and looked unwilling to go: "He doesn't have any fruit in his house, and is he missing these pieces of watermelon?"

Zhou Mu gave her a helpless look and handed the fruit plate to Mo Zebei.

Mo Zebei picked up the fruit plate and whispered to Zhou Ruoxin: "Let's go." Then Zhou Ruoxin reluctantly got up from the bed.

On the way, Zhou Ruoxin frowned and mumbled: "We give him watermelon, he must be proud."

"Yeah." Mo Zebei said nothing else.

Sure enough, as Zhou Ruoxin said, Meng Yuanhao was really proud of seeing them bring the fruit.

"This watermelon is really sweet." As soon as the two of them entered the door, Meng Yuanhao grabbed a piece and took a bite.

Zhou Ruoxin whispered.

Mo Zebei also took a piece to the trash can and squatted to eat, and shouted Zhou Ruoxin: "Come and eat."

"Yeah." Zhou Ruoxin also passed.

After eating, Meng Yuanhao pulled Mo Zebei to play a game again, Zhou Ruoxin didn't rush away, and just made trouble for Meng Yuanhao next to her.

Meng Yuanhao was angry and anxious, and the two would quarrel again, but in the end they reconciled.

After Zhou Ruoxin left, Mo Zebei's dinner at Meng Yuanhao's house was made by his aunt. The craftsmanship was also quite good. Mo Zebei had eaten it several times before.

Mo Zebei did not ride out, and when he left, he swept a shared bicycle home.

The days went on unhurriedly. A few days before the start of school, Mo Lin returned and bought two pairs of shoes for Mo Zebei.

The students in Kaicheng No. 1 Middle School basically wear school uniforms at school. Parents don't buy many clothes for their children, but there are plenty of shoes.

Supper was made by Father Mo, a simple home-cooked side dish.

Both father and daughter are bored, and even if they haven't seen each other for many days, there is not much to say.

Dinner was very quiet, and Father Mo also drank a little wine.

"You are eighteen this year, and you are an adult." At the end of the dinner, Father Mo said dryly.

"Yeah." Mo Zebei put his chopsticks.

Father Mo glanced at his daughter, she looked more like her mother, with pale skin and cold eyebrows.

Originally I wanted to say something to ask, but when that person appeared in my mind, I didn't know what to say now.

"Go to bed early." Father Mo stopped talking after he put down these words.

"Yeah." Mo Zebei got up to take a bath, and then went back to the bedroom.

The night is very quiet, and there are no cicadas at night, and there is only the sound of exhaust fans working continuously in my ears.

She put her hands behind her head, staring at the ceiling above her head, thinking in her heart: School is about to start, and this year is the last year of high school.

The time passed by, the days are gone forever.