Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

Mu Hanxi's casual smile is more beautiful than the starry night.

Mo Zebei only felt that her heart had been hit hard, her throat rolled up and down, enduring the discomfort of her heart, and whispered in praise: "Today's noodles are so delicious, I love it very much." Mu Hanxi's cook The craftsmanship is superb. The tomato and egg noodles made by her hands look attractive in color, rich in tomato sauce, and taste smooth and delicious.

Mu Hanxi couldn't help but laugh again: "Classmate Zebei is also very supportive." After eating the noodles, there was not a drop of soup left. Mu Hanxi was worried that she would be supported, and reminded him several times carefully.

Mo Zebei blushed again, her lips opened and closed again, looking down at her toes: "I'm going back."

Mu Hanxi held back her smile, bent over and gave her a handbag: "Put your slippers inside."

Mo Zebei obediently put on his shoes, then carefully put the slippers into the handbag, and finally put the handbag into his schoolbag.

After waiting patiently for her to clean up, Mu Hanxi whispered softly: "I will send you down."

Mo Zebei rubbed the hem of his trousers with his fingertips, and said a little politely: "No trouble, I can go down by myself."

"It's okay," Mu Hanxi stepped out first. "If you have dinner late, you can treat it as an after-dinner."

She said so, Mo Zebei would not refuse, and a little sweetness appeared in his heart.

After locking the door, the two walked out side by side and entered the elevator. Mu Hanxi asked a few more daily questions, and Mo Zebei answered them seriously.

"Don't send it away," Mo Zebei couldn't bear it when she went out of the unit door and saw that she would continue to send it. "Go back and rest earlier."

"Alright," Mu Hanxi did not continue, "Then you should be careful on the road and ride slowly."

"I know," Mo Zebei thought for a while, and then took the initiative to say, "I'll send you a text message when I get home." She wanted to say that she called, but she turned her mouth when she talked. .

"Um."

Mo Zebei waved his hands gently with her, turned and walked towards the gate of the community.

Mu Hanxi left sideways until no one was visible.

On weekdays, she would ride a bike very fast at night by herself, but Mu Hanxi specifically asked her to be slower today. Mo Zebei slowed down and rode back leisurely. The total time was 10 minutes longer than usual. .

When he arrived at the community, he climbed upstairs and entered the house, and found that Father Mo was still sitting on the sofa in the hall waiting for her.

"dad."

"Yeah." Mo Zebei sent him a text message earlier, saying that something would be delayed and he would be back at the party.

Seeing Father Mo got up and judged what he meant, Mo Zebei took the initiative to speak: "Dad, I don't have to warm milk for me today. I eat a lot at night and I can't drink it anymore."

Father Mo paused slightly, then nodded lightly, "Then you can clean up quickly and go to bed earlier."

"knowledge."

When Father Mo returned to his bedroom, Mo Zebei hurried into his room and couldn't wait to send a text message to Mu Hanxi: I'm home.

Mo Zebei bit his hand back and stared at the screen of the phone. After two or three minutes, there was no reply.

Mo Zebei got up and looked around, finally found a transparent waterproof bag, put the phone in it, and took it to the bathroom.

When taking a shower, I would stop the water from time to time to check my phone, for fear that the sound of the shower would be too loud and I would miss something.

When I was rubbing my hair with shampoo, a text message came from my mobile phone. Mo Zebei took the shower and quickly washed the foam on the punch. He took out the towel on one side and wiped his eyes and hands at random. Go to check the phone.

Mu Hanxi replied: I just saw it when I was blowing her hair in the shower. You have to get up early tomorrow and go to bed early tonight.

Mo Zebei pursed his lips and smiled.

Putting down the phone, Mo Zebei washed his head again.

It's almost eleven o'clock in the night when I dry my hair.

Mo Zebei took out books, practiced, and did homework.

She was not too sleepy after finishing her homework. She excitedly took out the slippers in her handbag and wandered back and forth in the room. Later, she might feel that the space in the room was small. She went to the living room, kitchen, balcony, except for her dad. She strolled all over her bedroom and other places.

When Father Mo got up to drink water, he met her and strolled back.

"It's so late, still awake?" It's already more than one o'clock in the morning.

"Oh..." Mo Zebei was a little embarrassed, "I will fall asleep immediately."

When Father Mo returned to the bedroom, he still felt a little puzzled, why is something wrong with this child... He shook his head without thinking about it.

The air conditioner at home has been repaired by Father Mo. Although September has passed, the weather is still sultry. Mo Zebei turns on the air conditioner every night and puts a blanket on his belly button when he sleeps to prevent catching cold.

When she went to bed tonight, Mo Zebei didn’t use a small blanket. She folded Mu Hanxi’s denim shirt over her lower abdomen, and then covered Mu Hanxi’s T-shirt over her eyes, and finally fell asleep contentedly. .

The next day, the alarm clock rang for a long time before Mo Zebei got up and closed it.

She squinted her eyes and changed into her pajamas, and went to the bathroom with a daze, brushing her teeth, and suddenly remembered that she was going to Zhou Ruoxin's house for dinner this morning.

She rinsed her mouth quickly and poked her head out and shouted: "Dad, don't make my breakfast today. I'll go to Ruoxin's house to eat."

Father Mo was about to fry her eggs, he stopped when he heard the words, "Now she used to eat at home, will she be late for school?"

"No," Mo Zebei explained, "When I get there, Auntie should have cooked food."

Father Mo didn't say anything again.

Mo Zebei finished washing, packed his schoolbags, greeted Father Mo, and hurried downstairs.

When the door closed, Father Mo returned to his senses and continued to make breakfast for himself.

When Mo Zebei arrived, Zhou's mother made a breakfast. It was the small mushroom meat ravioli that Mo Zebei liked to eat. The filling was finished yesterday, and it was cooked directly in the pot this morning.

When Mo Zebei was sitting at the table, Meng Yuanhao had already eaten a few wontons: "Hurry up...try it, the taste is really...absolute." Something is vague.

Zhou Ruoxin glanced at him disgustingly: "Don't talk because your mouth is still bulging."

Mo Zebei quietly lowered his head to take a sip of the soup and tasted another wonton: "It's delicious."

"Then you eat more." Zhou Ruoxin pushed the seasoning side dish toward her.

"I can't reach it," Meng Yuanhao sighed, "It's really eccentric."

Zhou Ruoxin said in a huff: "You are short-handed, who can you blame for not being able to reach?"

At this time, Mother Zhou brought a side dish again, and when she heard Zhou Ruoxin's words, she groaned: "Ruoxin, how do you say it?" Adolescent boys are very sensitive to height issues.

Meng Yuanhao originally wanted to choke back, but he stopped talking when he heard Zhou's mother speaking, but his face was still a little ugly.

The three of them went out together after eating the wontons and rode to school.

Along the way, Meng Yuanhao was muffled, obviously he had some thoughts about Zhou Ruoxin's words just now.

It's not that he is stingy. It's just that when playing basketball with boys, he is the short guy among the players, and he doesn't like others to talk about his height.

On the third floor of the teaching floor, Mo Zebei glanced at Meng Yuanhao, who was still hanging his head, stretched out his hand to pull his shoulders, and whispered: "You will grow taller in the future."

Meng Yuanhao's eyes lit up suddenly, and he stared at Mo Zebei intently.

"Drink more milk." After saying this, Mo Zebei went to the fourth floor.

Meng Yuanhao stood there, his eyes were a little hot: He knew that Mo Zebei was never the kind of person who could speak heartwarming words, and he seldom expresses his concern and comfort for others directly in words. She is like this today, Meng Yuan Hao was quite moved.

Zhou Ruoxin took a few steps, and turned around to find Meng Yuanhao was still standing at the top of the stairs on the third floor.

"Why are you in a daze? Class will be in a while."

"Humph," Meng Yuanhao retreated his mind and choked, "I want you to take care of it!"

"Cut, who wants to care about you!" Zhou Ruoxin stamped her feet and left.

"It's so fierce and fierce all day," Meng Yuanhao muttered quietly, "see who dares to marry you in the future."

Zhou Ruoxin walked far away and didn't hear it, otherwise he would fight him for many rounds.

After eating at noon, Meng Yuanhao pulled Mo Zebei to the basketball court.

"Don't you have a golfer?" Mo Zebei hasn't played basketball much, only dribbling, "Why ask me to practice with you."

"I don't want to fight those guys," Meng Yuanhao couldn't let go in front of those people, "I just want to train for heights purposefully."

Mo Zebei pursed his lips, making no sound.

"You practice with me, and you will grow taller in the future."

Girl 172 is quite tall, but if it can grow a few centimeters taller, Mo Zebei is also willing.

At a basketball court in the corner where they went, Meng Yuanhao asked someone to borrow a ball, then explained to her the basic basketball essentials and skills, and also taught her how to move.

Mo Zebei has a strong sense of movement and high comprehension ability, so he doesn't have to struggle to learn.

"Not bad!" After Mo Zebei jumped and scored a goal in a standardized manner, Meng Yuanhao applauded and praised without hesitation.

Mo Zebei touched the tip of his nose and picked up the ball to continue.

Cheng Shu stood not far away holding the basketball with one hand and watching. After seeing Mo Zebei's goal again, he tilted his head and said a few words to his golfers, and ran over with a smile: "Mo Zebei, no I thought you would still do this." When he was a few meters away from Mo Zebei, he transported the racket to Mo Zebei on the ground with one hand.

Mo Ze caught it quickly: "I won't, just play around."

Meng Yuanhao picked up the ball that Mo Zebei had just thrown, approached her, grabbed his shoulders and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked, "Who is he?"

"A card friend." Mo Zebei did not intend to introduce them to each other.

"Hello, my name is Cheng Shu," he took the initiative to reach out to Meng Yuanhao with a smile, "I am from the class next door to Mo Zebei, and one of her card friends."

"Well, my name is Meng Yuanhao," he said politely when he saw this, "It's Mo Zebei's hair."

"I have a chance to play together in the future," he asked Mo Zebei after this sentence, "Are you free on weekends? I can organize games, and we will play poker at night."

"I have something, let's talk about it next time." Mo Zebei refused.

"Okay, let's make an appointment another day," Cheng Shu pointed to the golfer waiting for him over there, "I'm leaving now."

Mo Zebei hummed.

After he left, Meng Yuanhao took a bottle of water and handed it to Mo Zebei: "I think this guy is quite easy to get along with."

Mo Zebei did not answer the conversation, took a few sips of water, and said, "Go back to the classroom, and get some sleep."

"Good." Meng Yuanhao returned the basketball he borrowed to others.

On the way, he asked: "If you can grow taller, how many centimeters do you want to grow taller?"

As soon as Meng Yuanhao's problem came up, Mo Zebei couldn't help but think of the time she was in the elevator. She had visually measured Mu Hanxi's height, about 168, to the point of her eyebrows...

"Three centimeters." When she waited for 175, Mu Hanxi would probably reach her eyes. Even if Mu Hanxi wears high heels, she will be level with herself at best. This is fine. Thinking of this, she Smiled suddenly.

Seeing her smiling, Meng Yuanhao was a little puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing," Mo Zebei closed his smile and looked up at the sky. "Today is a good weather."

Meng Yuanhao looked up, it was just a normal sunny day, and he couldn't see anything good...