Abducted the female teacher's best friend

After the beginning of spring, the twigs sprout tender shoots, the green grass shoots up, and even the air is filled with a refreshing sense of moistness.

On the tenth day of April, Meng Yuanhao got married.

The wedding was held in a star-rated hotel in City B. Mo Zebei, Mu Hanxi, Qu Junzhi, and Zhou Ruoxin all went to the scene to bless them.

One second before the bride and groom exchanged rings, Li Rong glanced at Mo Zebei.

Mo Zebei suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, closed his eyes, and continued to stare at the two people on the stage.

Li Rong's expression was calm, and there was no sign of joy on his face. On the other hand, Meng Yuanhao was smiling very heartily. For him, the dust that had been attached to him for so long was finally settled today.

After the ceremony, Meng Yuanhao and Li Rong made a toast to the elders one by one, and then the two came to Mo Zebei's table.

Li Rong held the champagne and smiled at Mo Zebei: "Thank you for coming today."

Mo Zebei just hummed, didn't say much, and lowered his head to take two sips of wine.

Li Rong turned to pay respects to Mu Hanxi next to Mo Zebei: "Sister is really a blessed person."

She said this suddenly and inexplicably, Mu Hanxi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said some words of blessing.

Mu Hanxi was still breastfeeding and couldn't drink alcohol. After clinking glasses, Mo Zebei drank for her.

Caring about the children at home, Mo Zebei and Mu Hanxi left together after eating.

On the way, Mo Zebei noticed that Mu Hanxi was distracted.

"Sister," Mo Zebei gently shook the man's hand while waiting for the red light, "What are you thinking?"

Mu Hanxi looked hesitant, hesitating for a few seconds: "I don't know if you noticed Li Rong..."

She spoke halfway before the green light, Mo Zebei withdrew his hand, looked ahead, and asked following her words: "What's wrong with Li Rong?"

"When Li Rong came to our place to toast, he only smiled at you, not everyone else." Mu Hanxi felt a little strange, "Are you familiar with her?"

"Not familiar, only met a few times."

"The more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong. It's her wedding today, but she doesn't seem very happy, and what she said to me during the toast," Mu Hanxi pushed down the car window and stared at it. Looking at the umbrella-shaped acacia tree that keeps receding on the right side, she thought carefully, "Hearing her tone, she seems to be envious of me..."

Combined with Mu Hanxi's words, Mo Zebei suddenly recalled a certain moment when Li Rong cast his gaze and frowned. I hope she was thinking too much...

Five days later, one late night, Mo Zebei had already fallen asleep, only to be awakened by the vibrating sound of his mobile phone.

"Who's calling?" Mu Hanxi asked confusedly.

"It's Yuan Hao," Mo Zebei carefully pulled out his arm, "Sister, I'll pick you up from the balcony, you can continue to sleep."

"En." Mu Hanxi gently pulled up the quilt.

Meng Yuanhao was still in the honeymoon period, he had nothing important to do, so he wouldn't call her so late.

"What's the matter?" After closing the balcony door, Mo Zebei sat on the bamboo chair.

"Can you... come to my house now?" The man's voice was very nasal, and there was a bit of forbearance in his tone.

Mo Zebei's eyebrows twitched, he straightened up and walked out: "I'll go there right away."

After returning to the bedroom and changing clothes, Mo Zebei bent down and kissed Mu Hanxi's forehead, then whispered a few words in her ear.

Mu Hanxi lost all sleepiness in an instant, and her expression was slightly worried: "Did he say anything?"

"Well," Mo Zebei sighed, "I guess it might have something to do with Li Rong."

Mu Hanxi nodded, and said in a soft voice: "Drive slowly on the road."

"I know." Mo Zebei turned around and walked to the crib, touched Qiu'er's head twice, and then reluctantly went downstairs.

Arriving at Meng Yuanhao's new house, as soon as she entered, Mo Zebei was choked by the strong smell of smoke. She raised her hand to wave the pungent smell, frowned and looked at the dejected Meng Yuanhao: "What are you talking about?" When will you be back?"

Meng Yuanhao's voice was astringent and hoarse: "It's past two o'clock in the afternoon."

Mo Zebei carefully stepped over the messy beer cans on the ground, and went to sit in a corner of the sofa.

Meng Yuanhao casually pushed aside the soda cans that were in the way, leaned against the sofa, and sat on the empty floor in front of the coffee table. He took out a cigarette and lit it silently, spit out a circle of white mist, and tears fell silently.

Mo Zebei got up and sat down next to him, hooked the ring of the can with his index finger, and lifted it up vigorously. There was a slight sound of steaming from inside the can, which was particularly abrupt in the quiet night.

Mo Zebei took two small sips while holding the beer can, while Meng Yuanhao lightly held a cigarette in his mouth, staring blankly at the void.

Neither of them spoke, and the time flowed slowly in the dull atmosphere.

I don't know how long it took before the suppressed mournful whisper broke the silence again.

"I feel that she...she doesn't love me." Meng Yuanhao's nasal cavity was sour, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Mo Zebei took out a tissue and handed it to him. Meng Yuanhao took it and held it tightly in his hand.

"Tell me specifically."

Meng Yuanhao rested his head on the sofa, closed his eyes, looked miserable and weak: "She has a traditional way of thinking and doesn't accept intimacy before marriage, so I haven't touched her in the past few years. Even if we go out to travel and stay in a hotel, we are alone. Room."

"I thought it was okay before, but I was secretly glad that I found a pure and good girl, until our first night..." Li Rong's menstrual period has just passed, and their first time happened yesterday.

Meng Yuanhao sniffed, like a poor injured deer, holding Mo Zebei's arm and weeping: "When the two of us were doing it...she didn't respond at all, she just stared at the ceiling expressionlessly the whole time , it doesn't look like a living person at all..."

A look of surprise flashed across Mo Zebei's eyes, and she calmed down before raising her hand to pat Meng Yuanhao's head.

"I lost interest at all at the time, and finished things hastily," Meng Yuanhao choked up, his face was ugly. "She coldly pushed me away and went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then fell asleep with her back to me."

Mo Zebei's lips moved, and he asked in thought: "Before this, did you have any intimate behaviors, such as hugging and kissing?"

"Yes, but very little, she doesn't like it very much."

"Do you feel... How does she usually treat you?"

"It's very good. She will cook for me, wash clothes, and clean the house. She will take good care of me when I'm drunk or sick."

If you don't love at all, you can't do this, right?Mo Zebei pressed his fist to his lips and lowered his eyes to think for a while.

"Could she be frigid?"

Meng Yuanhao was dumbfounded when he heard the sound, and he didn't say anything for a while.

"Are you both back, or is it just you?"

Meng Yuanhao's eyes were dull, and his reaction was slow for a few seconds: "We came back together, but because of a big quarrel, the quarrel was not very pleasant, and finally she went to the hotel to stay."

"After two days, when both of you are emotionally stable, you can have a good talk with her."

Meng Yuanhao hummed slowly.

After returning home, as soon as Mo Zebei got into bed, Mu Hanxi hugged her: "What happened to Yuan Hao?"

Mo Zebei gave her a brief explanation, and Mu Hanxi was also surprised when she heard it.

After a while, Qiu'er started to cry, Mo Zebei got out of bed and hugged her.

When Mu Hanxi was lifting her clothes to feed her baby, Mo Zebei was staring at her in a daze.

Mu Hanxi's expression was shy, and a blush crept up in her ears.

"Sister, it's my turn." After carefully putting Qiu'er back in the crib, Mo Zebei immediately leaned over.

Mu Hanxi's cheeks became hotter and hotter, she lowered her head, and said in a coy tone, "The light is too bright, it's a bit dazzling, you turn it off."

Mo Zebei snorted, with a few narrow smiles in his tone.

The surroundings were once again covered by the dark and dense night, and the two of them lay down again.

Mo Zebei drank for a while, smacked his lips twice, and continued.

With a red face, Mu Hanxi grabbed the corner of the quilt, closed her eyes and bit her lower lip...

"Take it easy...don't push so hard."

Mo Zebei groaned twice.

Three or four minutes later, Mo Zebei burped, and Mu Hanxi was almost ashamed to death.

She pulled down her pajamas and turned her back to Mo Zebei.

"Sister..." Mo Zebei leaned over and hugged her softly.

The man's hot and moist breath lingered around her neck, causing a tingling tingling sensation, Mu Hanxi endured it and did not respond.

"Sister..." Mo Zebei kept rubbing Mu Hanxi's earlobe with his fingertips, his voice was low and deep, "I miss you."

"Ah."

Mo Zebei's lips moved back and forth, gently rubbing against Mu Hanxi's fair neck, and Mu Hanxi felt a surge of heat in her chest, and her breathing became disordered.

"Baby..."

As soon as the ending of the word "bao" landed, Mo Zebei touched her face, facing him.

The two lips touched each other, tossing and grinding, the aroma of milk filled and spread in each other's mouths...

Mu Hanxi couldn't help wrapping her arms around this person's neck, raised her face and kissed her passionately.

A hot and ambiguous atmosphere slowly flowed in the air.

Mu Hanxi closed her eyes and panted lightly, touched the back of Mo Zebei's head, and asked with shame, "Have you washed your hands since you came back?"

"No," Mo Zebei smiled, "but I bought finger cots."

Mu Hanxi tilted her head and bit her shoulder, and fell silent...

On the second day, Mu Hanxi fed Qiu'er and continued to lie down again. Before Mo Zebei got out of bed, she closed her eyes and murmured lazily to this man: "Baby, I don't want to get up for breakfast."

"understood."

After washing up, Mo Zebei took out a piece of throat-moisturizing medicine from the drawer, and delivered it to Mu Hanxi's lips.

Mu Hanxi slightly parted her red lips, and closed her mouth.

Mo Zebei was about to get up and leave, but Mu Hanxi suddenly grabbed her by the collar, and she muttered something vaguely, but Mo Zebei couldn't hear clearly because her voice was too low.

"Sister, what did you just say?"

Mu Hanxi was a little ashamed, pulled the quilt over her head: "I said...you throw away the trash, don't let your parents see it."

Mo Zebei glanced at the trash basket, three gleaming fingertips, still glistening with water.

She pursed her lips and smiled, squatted over, fastened the garbage bag, and went downstairs with it.

"How is it so good, she won't come down for breakfast again?" Professor Mu looked puzzled.

"I didn't sleep well last night." Mo Zebei rubbed the tip of his nose, then lowered his head to drink the porridge guiltily, "She's a little tired."

"I'd better go up and see her...don't catch a cold."

Hearing the sound, Mo Zebei got up and said hesitantly, "Mom...sister is fine, you don't have to worry..." It's been a long time since I made out, last time I was agitated and didn't control the intensity. Mu Hanxi sucked two bright red strawberry marks on her neck.

Professor Mu gave her a strange look, and then sat back on the chair under the hint of Father Mu.

Mo Zebei randomly ate two steamed buns, drank a bowl of porridge, and hurried back to the second floor.

In a daze, Mu Hanxi felt that someone was changing her clothes, she touched her neck subconsciously, and added a silk scarf...

Most of the drowsiness disappeared, Mu Hanxi opened her eyes and looked at someone.

Mo Zebei blushed, pressed her forehead, and softly defended himself: "Sister, you can't blame me, wolves are like this after being hungry for a long time."

"Wolves don't like to drink milk like you do."

With shy eyes, Mo Zebei begged softly, hoping that this person would stop talking.

Mu Hanxi groaned twice, hooked her neck, and Xiaoli bit her chin...