After transmigrating the book, the hero forced me to change the ending

Seeing Jiang Zhi's words being so sure, Mo Chengzhou didn't seem to be joking. After thinking about it carefully, his face turned pale.

He probably knew what Jiang Zhi was talking about.

At that time, he pretended to be drunk, and Chu Li pestered him, but soon he shook off. Did Jiang Zhi just happen to see that scene?

Mo Chengzhou's expression changed a few times, Jiang Zhi knew he had remembered, and asked with a smile: "Why, I just remembered, do you know how to explain it to yourself?"

Mo Chengzhou shook his head and said, "No, I want to explain."

Jiang Zhi sat on the chair, watched him relax, "Okay, explain."

"I was drunk at the time..."

"Drunk? I think you are very sober now."

Mo Chengzhou interrupted her, "Can you let me finish talking first, Jiang Zhi?"

Jiang Zhi was a little silent, and asked Mo Chengzhou to continue.

"At that time, after discussing the cooperation, everyone kept drinking, but I knew I couldn't get drunk. I had to pay attention to the two of them's humane actions at all times, so I had to pretend to be drunk. Who knew that Chu Li was entangled, and I swore that I would be with her." It's less than 1 minute, it should be 30 seconds of physical contact, I didn't expect to be seen by you in such a short time, I..."

"What a coincidence." Jiang Zhi said coldly.

Mo Chengzhou looked at Jiang Zhi in disbelief: "You don't believe me?"

Jiang Zhi raised his head and glanced at him: "How can you make me believe you?"

"If that's the case, then I have nothing to say."

Mo Chengzhou seemed heartbroken by Jiang Zhi, very helpless, he turned and walked out of the room silently, Jiang Zhi didn't stop him, just watched him go.

The husband and wife quarreled again, and the entire Mo family villa fell into a low pressure again.

Among them, Mo Zijie was the most influential.

Because Jiang Zhi was angry with Mo Chengzhou, he couldn't sleep well at night, so he got up late at night.

Mo Chengzhou arranged for Li Ran to send Mo Zijie to school, and Mo Zijie sighed.

There is no way, who told him to be a child, what can he do, he can only go to school obediently.

Mo Zijie was not in the mood to study at school either, he spent the whole morning wandering away, as if he couldn't hear what the people around him said.

When it was the first class in the afternoon, Mo Zijie suddenly found that the whole classroom was boiling.

He was a little confused, whether he missed something.

Mo Zijie listened intently to what the people around him were saying.

It turned out that there was a new Chinese teacher who came today.

Mo Zijie was not interested in the new female teacher, so he had to find a way to resolve the conflict between his parents.

Not long after, as they say, the new Chinese teacher came over soon.

Before the person arrived, he heard the sound of "dendenden" footsteps coming from the corridor.

A young woman walked into the classroom with a delicate face, a slim figure, and a gentle smile on her face.

She beckoned to the children in the classroom and said, "Hello, students, I am your new Chinese teacher, and I will teach you Chinese from now on."

There was a burst of cheers in the classroom.

"Mo Zijie, what are you thinking?"

The classroom was instantly quiet. Mo Zijie was suddenly called on, some didn't react, and other students were curious why the new female teacher knew Mo Zijie.

The female teacher asked again, and Mo Zijie stood up and said, "Teacher, I'm thinking about which text I should study today."

The female teacher applauded, "What a studious child, the teacher likes you so much."

For some reason, Mo Zijie always felt that the new female teacher spoke in a very familiar way and tone, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Mo Zijie couldn't think of it for a while, so he stopped worrying about it.

Soon the class was over, but the new female teacher looked at Mo Zijie with a smile and said, "Mo Zijie, come here, the teacher has something to do with you."

Under the watchful eyes of all the other classmates, Mo Zijie walked out.

Mo Zijie followed the female teacher to the office and asked, "What can the teacher want from me?"

The female teacher walked up to Mo Zijie, knelt down and said, "Little friend, have you forgotten me so quickly?"

Mo Zijie looked at her suspiciously, "Do we know each other?"

The female teacher smiled and said: "Have you forgotten? Didn't I give you a note not long ago for you to hand it to your father, but he is so ruthless and doesn't want to talk to me at all. I'm really sad. "

Mo Zijie took a step back.

"It's you, the one who kidnapped me last time?"

"You finally remembered, it's not in vain for me to remind you like this."

Mo Zijie pointed at her face, "But you obviously didn't look like this last time."

"You don't understand this, but I will change my face."

Mo Zijie stepped back vigilantly, "What are you doing in school?"

"Of course it's to find you. You don't usually go out, and there are so many people protecting you when you go to and from school. I have no chance at all, so I can only make a bad plan."

"Then why are you looking for me?"

Ma Caifan smiled and said, "I want to meet your father, why don't you take me to your house?"

"I'm a child, not a fool, why should I help you?"

Mo Zijie yelled, and said that she would call someone when she came again.

"But if you don't want to, I'll..."

Mo Zijie suddenly opened the door and shouted: "Help, there are traffickers who want to arrest me."

Ma Caifan didn't expect him to make such a sudden move, and he didn't react immediately.

Seeing many people running this way, Ma Caifan didn't want to deal with those people, so he ran away neatly.

The principal was having a meeting with a group of teachers when he suddenly heard someone calling someone a trafficker, and immediately led a group of teachers to the place where the accident happened.

When the other teachers, principals, and staff arrived, they found that the office was empty and there was no one there.

The principal looked at Mo Chengzhou and said, "Son, did you just say that there are traffickers?"

Mo Zijie nodded, "Yes, there is a person who pretends to be a teacher, but actually wants to kidnap and sell children."

"What about that person?"

"Just ran away."

Several teachers looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't know what to say.

This is the most famous aristocratic school in this city. It is ridiculous that the teachers they choose are not the best. How could they be mixed in by human traffickers.

But most of the students here are from poor family backgrounds, and the teachers dare not offend them casually.

Finally, a teacher came up to the headmaster and whispered, "Principal, maybe it's a child playing a prank. Children of this age like to play with it. How can there be traffickers in our school?"

The headmaster nodded, I'm afraid that's the case, and he doesn't believe that human traffickers can sneak in under his nose.

The principal said to Mo Zijie: "Leave this matter to our adults. You can go back to the classroom first."

Mo Zijie looked at the empty office and had no other choice. He said goodbye to the principal and went back to the classroom.