Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

Mu Hanxi patted her lower back lightly: "You can get up."

Mo Zebei muttered, and got up on the bed with both hands.

Mu Hanxi took the ointment and went outside to wash his hands.

Mo Zebei was sitting on the edge of the bed and tied her hair with the black-headed rope she had just exchanged. She skillfully tied a high ponytail and swayed in a flamboyant mood.

Wu laughed for a while, she went to the bathroom door and waited there. After Mu Hanxi came out for a while, she was going to change clothes inside.

After the two passed by, they looked at each other and smiled in their eyes.

Mu Hanxi went to the bedroom and sat in the position Mo Zebei had just sat in. He reached out and picked up the blue head rope and looked at it for a while. It felt pretty good...

"Sister Mu," the bedroom door was not closed. After changing his clothes, Mo Zebei went in directly, "I'm going back now."

Mu Hanxi put the blue hair rope away and stood up: "I'll give it to you."

"Um."

Mo Zebei put his bag on his back and turned around to catch a glimpse of Mu Hanxi holding the car key in her hand. She thought about it, and then said, "I'll ride by myself."

Mu Hanxi looked at her from a distance: "Are you sure?"

Mo Zebei nodded lightly.

Mu Hanxi did what she wanted and escorted her to the elevator door.

Mo Zebei was inside the elevator door, and Mu Hanxi was outside the elevator door. The moment the elevator door closed, Mo Zebei waved to her. Mu Hanxi also raised his hand, but it was a pity that Mo Zebei didn't see it.

The elevator door was completely closed, and Mo Zebei leaned against the corner of the elevator, looking at the ever-changing numbers, a little dazed...

There are two completely different moods when I come, happy when I come, and feel sad when I go. She sighed softly, hooked the shoulder strap of her schoolbag and stepped out.

On the way back by bike, she wore headphones and listened to the hard-won sorrows all the way.

At the end, she could hum along with it.

When he got home, Father Mo hadn't slept yet, he was obviously waiting for her.

Mo Zebei touched his nose and walked over. Before Father Mo asked, he proactively said, "I can drink milk tonight," she put her schoolbag on the sofa, "Dad, I'll go wash first."

Father Mo nodded, got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen to warm her milk.

As soon as she sat down at the desk after washing, Father Mo brought a glass of milk over.

Mo Zebei held the milk cup in his hand: "I'll finish drinking the cup and wash the cup by myself. Go to sleep." It was past eleven now.

Father Mo stopped, didn't say much, turned around and pushed the door, and went back to his room.

After Father Mo left, Mo Zebei scattered his hair and put the black headband on his right wrist.

With the watch on the left wrist and the rope on the right wrist, she put her arms together, and took a look at it carefully with the light, and she felt quite matched.

He closed his mind and started to do his homework, and kept his head down till one o'clock in the morning. After finishing her homework, she rubbed her sore neck, straightened up, and twisted her waist again.

When she saw the milk glass still standing next to her, she realized that she had forgotten about it when she had been rushing homework before. She took the empty cup and went to the kitchen, blanched it with hot water, looked like it was rinsed, put down the cup and went back to the bedroom.

Pulling the curtains and turning off the lights, Mo Zebei lay on the bed with his eyes closed, hugging his pillow.

It was dark all around, and the sound of old-fashioned air conditioners running on-hook in my ears.

It was late, but she was not sleepy.

Turned over, put the pillow under the back of her head, and unconsciously stroked her heart with her right index finger. Later, she realized that she was writing wooden characters. With a silent smile, she hooked up the thin blanket at the end of the bed with her toes, covered her abdomen, closed her eyes, and started counting sheep, one sheep, two sheep... and finally turned into thirty-three pieces of wood. , Thirty-four woods...fifty-eight woods...ninety-six woods.

At night, she babbled, repeating these words "Mu Hanxi", "Han Xi" and "morning sun" all the time.

When the alarm clock went off the next day, she woke up as usual, but she was a little less energetic, probably because she didn't get enough sleep.

She rubbed her face vigorously with her hands, took out a blue hair rope from the drawer, neatly tied a high ponytail, then put on her school uniform and went to wash, and then had breakfast.

Today’s weather is refreshing, with a small breeze blowing from time to time.

In the soft sunlight in the morning, she rode all the way back to school, and she was in a pretty good mood.

After the third English class in the morning, Lin Xiaoran walked to Qu Junzhi's table, but his eyes fell on Mo Zebei.

Qu Junzhi touched Mo Zebei with his elbow, and whispered: "Ms. Lin is here."

Mo Zebei looked away from the English textbook and raised his eyes to look at her.

"Come with me to the English office."

"Oh." Mo Zebei put the book down, went out sideways, and followed Lin Xiaoran closely.

When he arrived at the office, Lin Xiaoran told her: "Go and water my succulents."

Mo Zebei Yiyan took Lin Xiaoran's cup and went to the drinking fountain to receive some cold water, then bent back and bent over and poured a little on the succulent potted plant on her desk.

Lin Xiaoran walked to the window and opened the curtain to let the sun shine in.

Mo Zebei finished pouring the water, put down his cup, and stood still looking at her quietly.

Lin Xiaoran squinted and bathed in the sunshine before turning around and sitting on the chair.

"Given that you have been doing well recently," she paused for a while, "I plan to take you out for lunch at noon."

"Um?"

Lin Xiaoran took out a tissue and wiped her desk: "I was paid yesterday. I would like to invite Han Xi to dinner at noon today. I would like to reward you by the way." Her small class representative has worked very hard recently, and Lin Xiaoran is very pleased.

Welfare falls from the sky! Mo Zebei was excited and ecstatic in his heart, and was full of joy! ! ! But she was pretty self-sufficient on the face. She stretched out her hand to caress the fleshy that had just been watered, and joked: "Mr. Lin, removing the word by the way will make you more sincere."

Lin Xiaoran was taken aback for a moment, then smiled again, following her words: "Well, well, I really want to reward you."

Mo Zebei pursed his lips.

"Go talk to your little friend," then she added, "It's not that I don't want to take them with me, it's mainly because I don't know him well."

"Yeah, I see." Mo Zebei turned his head and ran away.

She babbled and ran to the third floor, stood at the front door of Meng Yuanhao's class, and waved to him.

"I'm not going to eat with you two at noon," she made no secret of her happy expression, "I went out to eat with our teacher Lin."

"Wow, your beautiful teacher Lin wants to invite you to dinner?"

"Well," Mo Zebei patted him on the shoulder, "This is the benefit of studying well."

When Mo Zebei was talking about welfare, Meng Yuanhao unconsciously showed up their stubborn, short and greasy male English teacher asking for a meal. His body shook uncontrollably. Forget it, this He can't afford the welfare...

Mo Zebei raised her wrist and looked at the table below. She still wanted to go to the bathroom, and it was too late: "You come back and talk to Ruoxin, I won't go to their class."

"Well, you go back."

Mo Zebei is stepping into the classroom with the class bell. This class is a Chinese class. The teacher was caught on the spot by the teacher. In order to avoid repeating the same mistakes, Mo Zebei straightened up, listening to the lecture while taking notes seriously.

The first half an hour was fine, but for the next fifteen minutes, she couldn't sit still. From time to time, she raised her wrist to look at the watch, and every time she looked at it, her buttocks moved...

She did these small movements continuously, and it was difficult for Qu Junzhi to not pay attention.

While the Chinese teacher turned around to write on the blackboard, Qu Junzhi tilted his head and asked with a small smile: "What's wrong with you, there are long nails under your butt?"

Mo Zebei turned his head and glanced at her, stretched out his hand to take a drink, and said nothing.

After the meeting, Qu Junzhi pushed his notebook in front of Mo Zebei, and it said: "It annoys you to ignore my death the most!!!"

At the end of this sentence, the expression of a pig's head is painted, and the pig's head has a high pony tail...

Mo Zebei glanced at the side of the podium secretly, covered his mouth and smiled, lowered his head and replied: There is something to go out at noon, and some can't sit still.

Du Chenxing had been listening to the class, but she accidentally caught a glimpse of their interaction, and curiously moved to Mo Zebei, wanting to see what was written in the notebook. Seeing the funny pig head drawing from Qu Jun's hand, he broke his work and immediately laughed out the pig cry...

Mo Zebei's eyebrows jumped, and he quickly stuffed Qu Junzhi's notebook into his desk hole. As expected, the Chinese teacher turned around in the next second. She pushed the gold glasses first, and then faced Mo Zebei with a solemn face. Du Chenxing looked over here, and everyone in the class smiled and cast interesting glances.

"Du Chenxing, what were you laughing at?"

Du Chenxing, who was named, subconsciously glanced at Mo Zebei, then stood up, he was still thinking how to deal with nonsense... At this moment, Zhu Dong suddenly hiccup! ! !

Everyone was strangely silent at first, and a few seconds later, a collective burst of thunderous laughter...

The Chinese teacher tapped the podium with the teaching rod with a calm face: "Don't laugh!"

The people in the class tried their best to laugh, some confiscated them, and laughed twice. The laughter was contagious like yawning. Others laughed uncontrollably after hearing it...

Laughing, the bell rang after class.

The Chinese teacher took the teaching pole and the book, and went out with an iron face.

As soon as she left, everyone laughed more presumptuously, and then filed out, noisily going to the cafeteria for dinner.

Du Chenxing bowed his head and clasped his fists to Zhu Dong: "Thank you for your great grace! I invite you to dinner at noon!"

"No, no, I didn't mean to help you," Zhu Dong waved to him, embarrassed, "I was hungry just now."

Qu Junzhi couldn't help but laugh in a low voice, and Mo Zebei also laughed.

After Qu Junzhi smiled, he tilted his head and patted Mo Zebei on the shoulder: "Return the notebook to me."

Mo Zebei took out from the table hole and gave it to her, and then went to the office to find Lin Xiaoran.

Lin Xiaoran carried a bag and walked out with her: "Time is tight, this time I will eat in a restaurant near our school."

"it is good."

When the two of them went downstairs, Lin Xiaoran continued to say to her: "Let's go directly to the store and meet up with your sister Mu."

"Hmm." Mo Zebei nodded hurriedly.

"In a good mood?" The class representative seemed to be more lively today than usual.

"It's okay." Mo Zebei pressed down his joy.

Lin Xiaoran drove her there and arrived in a few minutes.

When they arrived, Mu Hanxi was already waiting at the door.

When Mo Zebei saw that person, Mo Zebei did not consciously bend his lips, and stretched out his right hand to slightly sway towards Mu Hanxi. She only wanted to say hello... but Mu Hanxi, because of her actions, Saw the little black head rope she was wearing on her wrist.

The three of them entered the store and sat down, Lin Xiaoran put down the bag, and said to the two of them: "You two order food first, I'll go to the bathroom."

Mu Hanxi and Mo Zebei were sitting on the same side. She didn't go to the menu and looked down at Mo Zebei's wrist: "Why did you put this head **** your wrist?" The blue one was used to tie the ponytail.

Mo Zebei was taken aback for a moment, his little face blushed, and he embarrassedly brought his left and right arms together: "I think this black rope matches my watch, so I wore it." Her watch is also black.

Mu Hanxi reached out and dialed the headband on Mo Zebei's wrist, and smiled: "Then wear it."

"Um."

Mu Hanxi just wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held back by Mo Zebei.

"Sister Mu," Mo Zebei's gaze fell on her wrist, pretending to admire the watch, "I think your watch is pretty good-looking." This is a delicately crafted rose-colored ladies watch. There is also a beautiful flying bird pattern drawn inside.

"Well, my parents gave it to me the year I went to study in the UK."

Mo Zebei didn't understand the watch at all. She just thought that Mu Hanxi's fingers were beautiful, slender and white like scallions, with clean and round fingertips, pale pink, and she looked so tight... I grasped it, and subconsciously rubbed it twice with my fingertips.

Mu Hanxi trembled and raised her eyes to look at her.

Facing her eyes, Mo Zebei only felt his throat tighten, and unconsciously squeezed that finger with a small force...