Abducted the female teacher's best friend

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

Mo Zebei only felt that her heart was hit hard, her throat rolled up and down, endured the discomfort in her heart, and praised in a low voice: "Today's noodles are very delicious, I love them very much." Mu Hanxi's chef The craftsmanship is superb. The tomato egg noodles made by her hands look attractive, the tomato sauce is rich, and it tastes smooth and delicious.

After hearing this, Mu Hanxi couldn't help laughing again: "Student 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 stretched, so she carefully reminded her several times.

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

Mu Hanxi held back her smile, bent down and brought her a handbag: "Put the slippers here."

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

After patiently waiting for her to tidy up, Mu Hanxi whispered softly, "I'll take you down."

Mo Zebei rubbed the seam of his trousers with his fingertips, and said politely: "Don't worry, I can go down by myself."

"It's okay." Mu Hanxi stepped out first, "Dinner is late, so treat it as an after-dinner digestion."

After she said this, Mo Zebei would not refuse, and there was a little sweetness in his heart.

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

"Don't send it off," Mo Zebei couldn't bear to see that she would continue to send it off after leaving the unit door, "Go back and rest early."

"Alright," Mu Hanxi didn't insist anymore, "Then 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 was on the phone, but she turned around on her own .

"Ah."

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

Mu Hanxi didn't leave sideways until she could no longer see anyone.

Normally, I would ride very fast at night by myself, but Mu Hanxi specifically asked her to slow down today, so Mo Zebei slowed down and rode back leisurely. The total time was 10 minutes longer than usual .

When they arrived at the community, they climbed upstairs and entered the house, only to find that Father Mo was still sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for her.

"dad."

"Yes." Mo Zebei had sent him a text message earlier, saying that he would be delayed for some time and would be back later.

Seeing Father Mo get up, Mo Zebei judged what he meant, and Mo Zebei took the initiative to say: "Dad, I don't need to warm up the milk today. I ate too much tonight and I can't drink it."

Father Mo paused slightly, then nodded his head lightly: "Then pack up quickly and go to bed early."

"know."

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

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

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

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

While rubbing hair with shampoo, a text message came from the phone. Mo Zebei turned on the shower and quickly rinsed off the white foam on the shower head. He took out the towel on the side and wiped his eyes and hands casually. Go check your phone.

Mu Hanxi replied to her: I just saw it when I was blowing my 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 hair again.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night when I packed up and dried my hair.

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

After finishing her homework, she was still not very sleepy, so she excitedly took out the slippers in her handbag and put them on, and walked back and forth in the room. Later, she might feel that the space in the room was small, so she went to the living room, kitchen, and balcony, except for her father. She strolled through her bedroom and other places.

When Father Mo got up to drink water, he happened to meet her walking back.

"It's so late, why don't you go to sleep?" It was past one o'clock in the morning.

"Oh..." Mo Zebei was a little embarrassed, "I'll be sleeping right away."

When Father Mo returned to the bedroom, he still felt a little puzzled, why is there something wrong with this child... He shook his head, but didn't think about it.

Father Mo has already found someone to fix the air conditioner at home. Although September has passed, the weather is still hot and stuffy.Mo Zebei turns on the air conditioner every night, and when he sleeps, he covers his navel with a small blanket to prevent him from catching cold.

When going to bed tonight, Mo Zebei didn't use a blanket. She folded Mu Hanxi's denim shirt over her belly, and covered her eyes with Mu Hanxi's T-shirt, and finally fell asleep contentedly. .

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

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

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

Father Mo was about to fry eggs for her, but he stopped when he heard the words: "I'm going to eat at her house now, will I be late when I go back to school?"

"No," Mo Zebei explained, "Auntie should have already cooked dinner when I get there."

Father Mo didn't say anything more.

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

The sound of closing the door sounded, and Father Mo came back to his senses and continued to make breakfast for himself.

When Mo Zebei arrived, Zhou's mother had already prepared breakfast. It was the small wontons with mushroom meat that Mo Zebei likes to eat. The stuffing was prepared yesterday, and it was cooked directly in the pot this morning.

When Mo Zebei was sitting at the table, Meng Yuanhao had already eaten several wontons: "Quick... try it, the taste is really... amazing." There are things that are slurred.

Zhou Ruoxin gave him a disgusted look: "If your mouth is still bulging, don't talk."

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

"Then you eat more." Zhou Ruoxin also pushed the seasoned side dishes towards her.

"I can't even reach it," Meng Yuanhao clicked his tongue, "It's really biased."

Zhou Ruoxin said angrily: "You are short and short-handed, who can blame you for not being able to reach it?"

At this time, Zhou's mother brought over another side dish, and when she heard Zhou Ruoxin's words, she said angrily, "Ruoxin, how are you talking?" Puberty boys are very sensitive to height issues.

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

The three of them went out together after eating wontons, and went to school by bike.

Along the way, Meng Yuanhao was muffled, apparently still caring about Zhou Ruoxin's words just now.

It's not that he's stingy, it's just that when he plays basketball with boys, he's the shortest player among the players, and usually he doesn't like others talking about his height.

On the third floor of the teaching building, Mo Zebei glanced at Meng Yuanhao who was still hanging his head, stretched out his hand and pulled his shoulder coat, and said in a low voice: "You will grow taller in the future."

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

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

Meng Yuanhao stood on the spot, his eyes a little hot: He knew that Mo Zebei had never been the kind of person who could say warm words, and he seldom expressed his concern and comfort for others directly with 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 still standing on the stairs on the third floor.

"Why are you in a daze? There will be class soon."

"Hmph," Meng Yuanhao withdrew his thoughts, and choked, "I want you to take care of it!"

"Cut, who wants to care about you!" Zhou Ruoxin stomped away angrily.

"You've been so vicious all day," Meng Yuanhao muttered to himself, "Let's see who dares to marry you in the future."

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

After lunch, Meng Yuanhao dragged Mo Zebei to the basketball court.

"Don't you have golf friends?" Mo Zebei hadn't played basketball much, he could only dribble, "Why did you ask me to practice with you?"

"I don't want to fight with those guys," Meng Yuanhao couldn't let go in front of those people, "I just want to practice for a purpose."

Mo Zebei pursed his lips, but said nothing.

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

The girl 172 is quite tall, but if she 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, and then explained to her the basic basketball essentials and techniques, and taught her moves along the way.

Mo Zebei has a strong sense of movement and a high comprehension ability, so it doesn't take much effort to learn.

"Not bad!" Meng Yuanhao applauded and praised Mo Zebei without hesitation after jumping and throwing a ball in a standard manner.

Mo Zebei touched the tip of his nose, picked up the ball and continued.

Cheng Shu was standing not far away with the basketball in one hand, and when he saw Mo Zebei make another shot, he tilted his head and said something to his golf friends, and ran over with a smile: "Mo Zebei, no I thought you would still do this." When he was still a few meters away from Mo Zebei, he dribbled the racket to Mo Zebei on the ground with one hand.

Mo Zebei caught it quickly: "I don't know, I'm just playing casually."

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

"A poker friend." Mo Zebei didn't intend to introduce the two of them.

"Hi, my name is Cheng Shu." He smiled and stretched out his hand to Meng Yuanhao, "I'm from the class next to Mo Zebei, and she's also one of her poker friends."

"Well, my name is Meng Yuanhao." Seeing this, he politely shook back, "I'm Mo Zebei's childhood friend."

"We can play together if we have a chance in the future," he asked Mo Zebei after finishing his sentence, "Are you free on weekends? I can form a game, and we will play poker at night."

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

"Okay, let's make an appointment another day," Cheng Shu pointed to his golf buddies waiting there, "I'm leaving first."

Mo Ze 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 didn't answer, took a few sips of water, and said, "Go back to the classroom, and get some sleep."

"Okay." Meng Yuanhao returned the borrowed basketball to someone else.

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

As soon as Meng Yuanhao's question came up, Mo Zebei couldn't help but think of that time in the elevator, she had visually measured Mu Hanxi's height, around 168, to the tip of his eyebrows...

"Three centimeters." When she is 175, Mu Hanxi will probably reach her eyes. Even if Mu Hanxi wears high heels, she will at most be at the same level as herself. This is pretty good. Thinking of this, she Suddenly smiled.

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

"It's nothing," Mo Zebei smiled, and looked up at the sky, "Today is a good day."

Meng Yuanhao looked up, it was just an ordinary sunny day, nothing good could be seen...