Abducted the female teacher's best friend

Mo Zebei was still in a daze, but Du Chenxing suddenly rode over and patted her shoulder from the side: "You didn't ride a bike today..." Seeing her face, Du Chenxing couldn't help saying, "I Go... you...how did your face get like this?"

Mo Zebei returned to his senses, glanced at him, and said lightly, "It's okay."

Mo Zebei hooked the shoulder strap of his schoolbag and walked forward. Du Chenxing rode very slowly, closely following her, tilted his head, and asked in a low voice, "Did you fight with someone else?"

Mo Zebei nodded slightly.

"!!!!!!" Du Chenxing held back, but still couldn't hold back, "Who did you fight with?"

Mo Zebei pursed his lips and lowered his eyes: "Liu Yang."

"Damn it!!!" Du Chenxing slammed on the brakes and almost fell, but fortunately Mo Zebei reached out to support his handlebar in time.

Du Chenxing put his legs on the ground, stabilized his body, eagerly looked at Mo Zebei, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Why did you fight with him?"

"He deserves a beating."

Of course Du Chenxing knew that that bad ruffian Liu Yang deserved a beating, but the question was why he did it all of a sudden.

But he was also sensible, so he didn't continue to ask, probably because he knew that Mo Zebei didn't want to talk more.

On the way back to work, Mo Zebei received a lot of attention and salutes. She is usually very low-key, and she is not used to it at first.

When I arrived at the classroom, I saw Meng Yuanhao sitting in Mo Zebei's seat when he entered the door. He was tilting his head and whispering something to Qu Junzhi...Du Chenxing and Mo Zebei came from the front door. From this angle, you can see Meng Yuanhao's side face, and seeing that Meng Yuanhao's face is also bruised and purple, Du Chenxing's expression is shocked again: You don't need to ask, you know, Meng Yuanhao must have participated in the fight last night!Good guy! ! !This is a gang fight! ! !

One spoke seriously, and the other listened carefully. The people from Mo Zebei walked to the side, but neither of them noticed yet.

It wasn't until Mo Zebei sat down on Zhu Dong's chair and tapped his desk with his fingers that Meng Yuanhao and Qu Junzhi looked up at her.

Mo Zebei's eyes fell on Meng Yuanhao: "What are you doing here?"

Meng Yuanhao grinned at her: "I brought you two bottles of yogurt."

Qu Junzhi next to him fixed his eyes on Mo Zebei, to be precise, on Mo Zebei's bruised and swollen cheeks.She raised her hand and touched it lightly, wanting to touch it, but the moment she was about to touch it, Mo Zebei suddenly held her hand.

"What?" Mo Zebei looked at her puzzled.

Qu Junzhi didn't take back his hand, and let Mo Zebei hold her hand. This was the first time that Mo Zebei held her hand like this. The palm was close to the back of the hand. There was a steady stream of warmth coming from the place where they touched... .

"Does it still hurt?" Being held like this, Qu Junzhi's voice was much softer than usual.

Meng Yuanhao next to him couldn't help digging his left ear with his little finger...

Mo Zebei let go of her hand, and said in the usual tone, "I took the medicine, and it's much better."

Qu Junzhi's left hand subconsciously stroked the back of his right hand that was pressed by Mo Zebei's palm: "That's good, I'll fetch water for you." She took Mo Zebei's water glass and her own, got up and went the door.

When she walked away, Meng Yuanhao clicked his tongue twice: "I feel that Qu Junzhi is pretty good to you. I just talked to her for a long time, and she didn't ask me if my face hurts, oh well, now I even helped you fetch water..."

Mo Zebei ignored his words, and tapped the table with his finger bones: "Did you tell her what happened last night?"

Meng Yuanhao smiled awkwardly, and coughed twice in embarrassment: "She saw my face was hurt, and asked me if you participated, so I couldn't help but tell her..."

Du Chenxing kept looking at this side from the corner of his eye, listening to the conversation between the two of them. Hearing this sentence, he finally couldn't hold back anymore. He leaned his head over and asked curiously, "What happened last night?"

"Hey, you are a big boy, and you are still so gossip," Meng Yuanhao pushed his face, saw a lot of people in Moze's North Class, and got up, "I'm going back, oh, yes, today At noon, we went to Ruoxin's house for dinner, and Ruoxin said that after school, he would go straight to his father's car, and his father asked for leave today." The school that Zhou's father came to this morning, and the school leader who went to meet directly after coming, I don't know What was discussed between the two sides, in short, a week later, Liu Yang transferred to another school, and no one knew exactly where he went.

Mo Zebei nodded and agreed.

Du Chenxing pouted at Meng Yuanhao, and sat upright again.

As soon as Meng Yuanhao left, Qu Junzhi came back with water. It was warm and just right for drinking.

"Thank you." Mo Zebei had already returned to his seat and took a sip from his cup.

"Why are you being so polite?" She usually helped this man fetch water.

Mo Zebei didn't answer, sipping water, lowered his head to read a book, Qu Junzhi stared at her for several seconds, seeing that the man didn't raise his head, he turned his face slightly unhappy.

Seeing the injury on Mo Zebei's face, the people around and around also kindly came over to ask a question or two. Mo Zebei responded indifferently and didn't respond well. With her attitude, other people who still wanted to ask would have nothing to say. .Qu Junzhi was quite happy with how she treated others like this, and the unhappiness just now disappeared suddenly.

In these few classes in the morning, Qu Junzhi always looked at Mo Zebei intentionally or unintentionally, which made Mo Zebei feel strangely uncomfortable.

In the last class, Qu Junzhi was still like this, Mo Zebei tilted his head while the teacher was not paying attention and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"Next time you fight, you must protect your face, so you don't lose your face."

"Ok?"

Qu Junzhi leaned into her ear and said sincerely, "Didn't you realize that you are not as good-looking as before..."

Mo Zebei was taken aback after hearing this, and then argued in a low voice: "I'm not disfigured now."

"Swollen......"

Mo Zebei used to not care about good looks or good looks, but now hearing what Qu Junzhi said, she suddenly wondered if Mu Hanxi felt the same way when he gave her medicine... ...Thinking about things, her mind wandered, and she was finally caught by the Chinese teacher and asked questions on the spot. Fortunately, Qu Junzhi and Du Chenxing whispered the answer to her, and she managed to pass the test .

After school at noon, the three of them got into Father Zhou's car.

Zhou Ruoxin drove Meng Yuanhao to the co-pilot, and she and Mo Zebei went to the back seat.

As soon as her butt touched the seat, Zhou Ruoxin turned her head to check the injury on Mo Zebei's face.

In fact, she was a little angry with Mo Zebei last night. The two of them grew up together and knew each other for so many years. They couldn't be more familiar with each other. As a result, Mo Zebei was injured and needed medicine, so he didn't ask her to find that woman.And Zhou Ruoxin didn't even know who the woman was, and most importantly, Mo Zebei had never mentioned this person to her before.She was so upset that she didn't sleep well all night. When she came to school this morning, she was still angry and sad. This time, Mo Zebei's injury was mainly because of her, and his heart softened even more, so when he saw this person, he couldn't hold back anymore.

Seeing that she was about to reach out to touch his face, Mo Zebei hurriedly said: "It's okay, the medicine has been applied, and it doesn't hurt too much."

"I won't touch you," Zhou Ruoxin lowered her hands, a little disappointed, "Just show me."

Only then did Mo Zebei take the initiative to raise his face and tilted his face to show her. Zhou Ruoxin took a serious look at it. After applying the medicine, the situation was indeed much better than yesterday.

From the moment Meng Yuanhao sat in the co-pilot, he never left the two of them from the corner of his eye. Later, he simply turned his body sideways and looked at them openly. The more he looked at him, the more sour he felt. His face was punched several times, and it turned blue several times. Well, I don't see Zhou Ruoxin caring about him so much...

Seeing Meng Yuanhao pouted in aggrieved manner, while waiting for the traffic light, Father Zhou stretched out his hand and rubbed his head amusedly.

Meng Yuanhao felt a little embarrassed, so he sat up straight.

"The other...injured parts are also the medicines she gave you?"

"Yeah." Mo Ze turned around to the north and sat up straight.

Zhou Ruoxin felt sore again when she heard this, she bit her lower lip tightly: "Who is she?"

"Our teacher Lin's friend," Mo Zebei thought for a while, and then said, "I'm looking for her to help me with English tuition."

These are irrelevant, what Zhou Ruoxin really wants to know is why Mo Zebei is so good with that woman, allowing her to touch her and let her help with the medicine.

But how to ask these questions... And if she asks, will Mo Zebei say it?

Zhou Ruoxin moved out, farther away from Mo Zebei. She leaned against the window, lowered her eyes and looked at the ground that was passing by, her thoughts drifted away...

Her current mood cannot be described as sad or sad, but empty...

She felt that what was very important in her heart, the part she had always cherished, seemed to be slipping away, but she could only watch and let it flow away...

Father Zhou called an acquaintance in the morning to order the dishes, and the restaurant over there prepared them in advance and delivered them to the door when the time came.

The lunch was very sumptuous, and there was a table full of delicacies, but Zhou Ruoxin looked sleepy and didn't move a few chopsticks.And she usually sits next to Mo Zebei, but today she sits opposite her.

Father Zhou sensed that something was wrong, but he also knew that now was not the time to ask questions, so he coaxed his daughter to eat two more chopsticks, and sent the three of them back to school.

On the way back, Zhou Ruoxin took the initiative to go to the co-pilot.

Mo Zebei and Meng Yuanhao went to the back seat.

After bending down to enter, Meng Yuanhao touched the tip of his nose, leaned over, lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "Why did you provoke her?"

Mo Zebei shook his head and leaned on the back seat with his eyes closed.Zhou Ruoxin is upset, it's because of herself, no matter how dull she is, she can still feel it...

"It's really weird," Meng Yuanhao rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "She doesn't want to talk to you anymore..." Anyone who is not blind can see that Zhou Ruoxin treats Mo Zebei well. For this reason, Meng Yuanhao was always very sour.

Mo Zebei continued to close his eyes, not answering his words.

"I don't blame you for this." Meng Yuanhao thought for a while, his brain ached, and he couldn't figure out why Zhou Ruoxin was upset. "It's because she has a weird temper. You fought for her last night. She is so angry today." Just treat you like this...Anyway, this girl's mood is capricious, and it changes faster than that in June, alas, only the two of us can bear her." As he spoke, he suddenly It's fun again, Zhou Ruoxi only did this to him before, and now she also does this to Mo Zebei.After thinking about it like this, he felt a sense of sympathy and sympathy for Mo Zebei, and this spontaneous feeling also dispelled his sour bubbles over the years without a trace, and the little imbalance in his heart Also completely gone.

He turned his head to look at Mo Zebei, the more he looked at her, the more friendly he became, he couldn't help leaning closer to her again, and finally almost touched Mo Zebei.

Mo Zebei moved his butt outside, stretched out his hand and pushed him, opened his eyes and asked in confusion, "Why are you sticking so close to me?"

Meng Yuanhao blinked, and before he could figure out how to explain, he felt a chill on the back of his neck. He subconsciously looked at Zhou Ruoxin, who was staring at him with cold eyes. She seemed to be condensed with a chill, Meng Yuanhao shrank his neck unconsciously from the cold.

Zhou Ruoxin turned sideways, and said to Zhou's father sullenly, "Dad, stop at the intersection ahead." , complained a few words, no one paid attention.

Mo Zebei opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Ruoxin who was sitting next to him, and said in a low voice, "Call me when we arrive." After speaking, she leaned against the back seat and closed her eyes again.

Zhou Ruoxin looked at her quiet face with her eyes closed, and the bruises on her face that had not completely faded, and her heart couldn't help being touched. No matter what, it was true that Mo Zebei fought for her last night, and it was true that she was hurt for her... ...