Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

Zhou Ruoxin walked out of the bathroom, and after Qu Jun stepped up to keep up.

The two went back to bed, turned off the lights, and the room fell into the dark and quiet night again.

Qu Junzhi moved his body gently and carefully got into Zhou Ruoxin's bed.

Zhou Ruoxin's back became stiff, and her eyelashes trembled.

"Just sleeping next to you," Qu Junzhi said softly, "I won't mess around."

Zhou Ruoxin gradually relaxed her body: "Why don't you sleep on your own bed?"

"You don't know it, so ask," Qu Junzhi said lightly, "Of course it's because I like you and want to get closer to you."

Zhou Ruoxin's face was stained with a thin layer of red, and she turned her back to her: "You're sleepy, go to sleep."

Qu Junzhih, an hour later, she slowly hugged Zhou Ruoxin.

Zhou Ruoxin groaned unconsciously, and continued to fall asleep in her sweet dream.

It was originally a back hug, but when she woke up early in the morning, she turned her arms around her. Zhou Ruoxin was cleverly nestled in her arms, her body fragrant and soft.

Qu Junzhi stared at her with low eyes, with a small smile at the corner of his mouth.

After a while, seeing that she was about to wake up, Qu Junzhi hurriedly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

She slept deeply last night, Zhou Ruoxin didn't remember when she turned over and hugged Qu Junzhi. She looked ashamed, moved carefully, and crept out of bed.

She washed and went to the living room, Zhou's mother was laying out the breakfast plates one by one on the table.

"Did Xiaoqu wake up?" Mother Zhou turned her head and glanced at Zhou Ruoxin, "It's time to eat later."

"Mom, I'm going to call Zebei and Yuan Hao to come over for dinner," Zhou Ruoxin hurriedly walked to the hallway, "you go and ask Qu Junzhi to get up."

Meng Yuanhao didn't get up, he didn't want to eat breakfast anymore, he needed more sleep, only Mo Zebei came over.

Zhou Mu was afraid that Meng Yuanhao would be hungry on the road, so she thoughtfully filled him with two egg cakes in a plastic bag.

After the meal, a few people sat and chatted for a while, and when Meng Yuanhao was cleaned up, Mo Zebei left with him, Zhou Ruoxin and Qu Junzhi sent them to the parking area.

"It's weirdly cold outside," Mo Ze and Beichao waved, "You go back."

"Zebei." Zhou Ruoxin suddenly called her name.

Mo Zebei paused with his hand pulling the car door and turned to look at her.

Zhou Ruoxin's lips moved, she didn't say anything at the end, she just walked over and gave her a light hug.

Mo Zebei subconsciously glanced at Qu Junzhi, who was staring at the two of them, with his hands hanging on his side, without holding Zhou Ruoxin back, but his voice was soft and moving: "In the end, we will all be happy."

"Yeah," Zhou Ruoxin stepped back, with a small smile in her eyes, "A good journey."

Meng Yuanhao had already gotten into the car, and he caught a glimpse of this scene coming out of the co-pilot again: "I'm leaving too, let's hold one too."

Qu Junzhi stepped forward and pulled Zhou Ruoxin behind him with a decent smile on his face. He waved to Meng Yuanhao and said, "Goodbye, pay attention to safety on the road."

"Forget it, don't hug if you don't," Meng Yuanhao shrugged, "I will leave my arms to my wife in the future."

As the car drove out of the community, Meng Yuanhao pressed down the window and leaned out the window with his right hand, closing his eyes to feel the strong cold wind.

"They never dealt with each other before," Meng Yuanhao said with doubts, "the relationship seems to be much better now."

Mo Zebei's fingers paused slightly: "Qu Junzhi likes Ruoxin."

Meng Yuanhao turned his head slowly, his mouth opened wide, his expression was shocked... He didn't slow down for a long time, and even smoked four or five cigarettes... Finally, he whispered: "Zhou Ruoxin is too fate..." he I've been thinking about Jun Jun for so long before, and didn't even dare to show his thoughts, and felt that I was not worthy of...

"As far as I know," Mo Zebei looked straight ahead, "Ruoxin hasn't promised her yet."

"It's unreasonable! A girl like Qu Junzhi likes her, is she still hesitating?" Meng Yuanhao's eyes widened, with a puzzled face, "This matter is going to be on me. I'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to line up immediately."

Mo Zebei shook his head and smiled, without saying more.

The two took turns driving and arrived at Mujia Community at about two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Would you like to go up and sit?" Mo Zebei took out his backpack from the back seat of the car.

"Next time, this time is not very convenient."

"Okay, then slow down your journey."

"Um."

Mo Zebei did not eat at noon. After Auntie Gan found out, she went to the kitchen to order her a bowl of noodles and talked with her.

"Professor Mu said today that I will have a holiday on the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, so that I can go back and reunite with my family earlier."

"Yes," Mo Zebei took a sip of the noodle soup, "you can go back without worry."

Aunt Gan handed her a paper towel to wipe her mouth: "If you have any dishes, if you can't cook it, you can call me when the time comes and I will teach you."

"Okay, it's okay now, you go and rest."

"Then I will lie down."

Mo Zebei nodded, got up and went to the second floor.

When Mu Hanxi was not there, she went to the guest room and accompany Yuan Yuan to make a fuss.

Yuan Yuan grabbed her and held her, she finally slept in the guest room, Yuan Yuan lay on the blanket next to her bed.

One person, one dog, sleep quietly.

More than four o'clock in the afternoon, Mu Hanxi came back from a business trip.

Before Mo Zebei woke up, Mu Hanxi put down his suitcase and went to the guest room.

She gently touched Mo Zebei's face and rubbed it softly.

Mo Zebei opened his eyes to look at her, his eyebrows raised, his expression surprised: "Sister, why did you come back suddenly?"

"The company temporarily arranged for me to accompany a British client to H City and leave tomorrow."

"H City?" Mo Zebei looked down and recalled, "Sister, is your ancestral home there?"

"Yes," she said to Mo Zebei once before, but this person still remembered, "Our family moved to City B only in my grandfather's generation."

"Then can I go with you tomorrow?"

Mu Hanxi's lips smiled: "Do you want to accompany me on a business trip?"

"Yeah," Mo Zebei sat up, hugged her waist, cheeks against her neck, "It just so happens that I haven't been to H City, I want to see it."

"Yes," Mu Hanxi touched the phone next to him, "I'll book you tickets now."

After dinner in the evening, the two of them washed and rested early. Because they were going to travel far, Mo Zebei was not willing to toss her.

In the early morning of the next day, the two of them packed their bags and went to Mu Hanxi's company. Mo Zebei accompanied her to a star hotel to pick up the British man, and then rushed to the high-speed rail station.

Mo Zebei and Mu Hanxi are in different carriages, and they are far apart.

Having nothing to do, Mo Zebei read the comics on her mobile phone, which is one of her few hobbies.

She was watching with gusto when a WeChat message popped up on the screen, sent by Meng Yuanhao, inviting her to play a game.

Mo Zebei clicked and replied.

[On the high-speed rail, the network signal is sometimes good and sometimes bad, which is not convenient. 】

[Aren’t you just returning to City B? Where are you going now? 】

[My sister is going to H city on business, and I'm here too. 】

[H City? How many days to stay there? 】

[Three or four days, I should be back on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month. 】

Meng Yuanhao didn't reply again, and Mo Zebei received his call after a while.

"I just bought a train ticket for City H. I plan to go to my mother's place for a few days. If you are fine, you can come with your sister to find me. My mother's homestay is pretty good."

"Well, if I go, I will call you in advance."

"Um."

When he arrived in H City, Mu Hanxi would not stop to accompany the customers to participate in activities, and various meetings, Mo Zebei backpacked around the nearby attractions.

However, because of the cold weather and the roaring north wind, only a few people came out of the warm room to admire the winter scenery, so it was unavoidable to look a little lonely everywhere.

"It's okay tomorrow," Mu Hanxi put down the hair dryer in her hand, "Do you have any special places you want to go, I'll go with you?"

Mo Zebei stretched out her hand to lift the hair show on the side of her neck, lowered her head, and lightly pecked: "Yuanhao his mother opened a homestay here. He sent me photos two days ago. It looks pretty good. Beautiful, shall we go there for one night before leaving?"

"Okay," Mu Hanxi wrapped her waist, "I listen to you."

Mo Zebei kissed him for a while, then stepped back and lay inside.

"You've been so good these two days..." It's just a kiss each time, which is completely different from when you were at home.

"I have been enduring it."

Mu Hanxi was not ashamed to ask her why, Mo Zebei himself whispered: "I'm afraid you don't like doing it in a hotel..."

Mu Hanxi was stunned, and then slowly hugged her: "I didn't say it again, how did you guess it?" She really doesn't like doing this kind of intimate thing in a hotel, she always feels insecure, and I was also awkward.

"Because I am a small roundworm in your stomach."

Mu Hanxi smiled and gently scratched the tip of her nose.

Early the next morning, the two packed up their luggage and made an appointment to go to Meng Yuanhao's.

Knowing that Mo Zebei and Mu Hanxi were coming, Meng Yuanhao asked his mother to vacate the most special room in the store in advance.

This room has a fireplace, a barbecue grill, and a red clay stove for warming wine and soup. The bed and interior furniture are made of pear wood, which is very particular.

Mother Meng and Yuanhao Meng waited at the door in advance, and the mother and son were smiling.

At lunch, Mother Meng's eyes fell on Mu Hanxi frequently, chatting with her about family life. After learning about Mu Hanxi's family background, education background, and work, Meng's mother was even more delighted.

At the lunch break, Meng's mother took Meng Yuanhao to her bedroom, and her eyes showed satisfaction: "Although she is a few years older than you, she has a gentle temper and an elegant conversation. She is a man to marry."

Meng Yuanhao looked dumbfounded: "Mom, what are you talking about? Who is the one to marry?"

"Mu Hanxi," Mother Meng patted Meng Yuanhao's arm. "Did you tell me happily yesterday that a sister you like very much wants to come here with Zebei? You want me to take the best Leave the room to them."

"Mom, you misunderstood... That sister is..." You can't tell his mother that Mu Hanxi is Mo Zebei's girlfriend, he stopped the car in time, "Oh, I didn't mean that to her anyway, don't you Misfits."

"Boy, are you stupid? You still look down on such a good girl?"

"It's not that I look down on..." Meng Yuanhao scratched his head and scratched his cheeks, "It's because she has long been famous..."

"That's it..." Meng Mu's mood became a little depressed, "Ah, it's a pity..."

In the evening, Meng Yuanhao went to find the food they had eaten, the shabu-shabu that the three ate, and the liquor they drank.

"Sister," Meng Yuanhao blushed, his eyes blurred, and his words were drunk, "If only I can find a wife like you in the future..."

Mo Zebei raised his eyes to look at him, and slowly put down the wine glass in his hand.

"Sister... why don't you have a younger sister... so I can be your brother-in-law..."

Mu Hanxi couldn't help smiling, and murmured to Mo Zebei: "Yuanhao is so cute."

Mo Zebei frowned slightly: "He is drunk, I will send him home first."

Meng Yuanhao struggled twice before being forced back to the room by Mo Zebei.

In the night, Mo Zebei became jealous, no longer tolerate, and tossed Mu Hanxi with great effort: "Sister, am I cute or Yuan Hao cute?" She still remembered that Mu Hanxi praised like this when he was in J City. After Meng Yuanhao, now the new vinegar and the old vinegar are added together, and Mu Hanxi can hardly resist it.

Mu Hanxi's eyes are red, panting heavily, her chest is violently ups and downs, and her speech is out of tune: "You are lovely... you are the cutest..."

Mo Zebei smiled faintly at the corner of his lips, and gently rubbed Mu Hanxi's **** collarbone with his tiger teeth: "Sister, it's good to know..."

"Take a rest," Mu Hanxi hooked her neck and begged her softly, "I'm tired."

Mo Zebei opened Mu Hanxi's sweaty hair on the forehead, and kissed her earlobe, red lips, chin, and neck... with strength to prove to her how good young people are...