Abduction Of the Female Teacher's Best Friend - MTL (101-210)

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Mo Zebei was taken aback for a moment, and let him in sideways.

Without going to the sofa, he sat cross-legged on the ground, unzipped his schoolbag, took out the beer can, and drank with his head silently back, and then started smoking again in silence after a while.

Mo Zebei sat opposite him, took a can of beer, and took two sips.

"I broke up..." He choked, his voice hoarse.

Mo Zebei gently put down the beer can: "She mentioned it?"

Meng Yuanhao nodded.

"Why?"

"She said..." Tears filled Meng Yuanhao's eyes, "She doesn't love me anymore."

Mo Zebei waved away the dazzling smoke in front of his eyes and looked up at him.

This man has a stubble face, messy short hair, a melancholy look, and a wilting look. He is no longer the sunny, green, and chattering big boy with friends all day long.

Mo Zebei's nasal cavity was suddenly a little sour, and there was an urge to cry suddenly, whether it was for the person in front of him, or for the forever lost youth and time that could never be returned.

Since the death of her father, she has become sentimental. Sometimes she will be inexplicably sad and depressed when she catches a glimpse of the dark clouds in the sky covering the sun.

Mo Zebei touched this person's cigarette case, put a cigarette on his lips, tilted his head and lit it with a lighter.

The two of them drank and smoked and sat for an afternoon without much speech.

It was more than seven o'clock in the evening.

Mo Zebei asked him dumbly, "Are you hungry?"

"I have a poor appetite and can't eat anything."

"There is a barbecue here and it tastes good."

Meng Yuanhao raised his eyes: "Then go and have a look."

"Have you brought a change of clothes?" Mo Zebei glanced at his schoolbag, "Should I take a shower first?"

"Take it," Meng Yuanhao wiped out the cigarette, his voice hoarse, "Then I'll go wash it."

Mo Zebei nodded, and when the person went to the bathroom, she began to clean up the garbage on the ground, and then opened the window, just to let out the smell of smoke.

Before going out, Mo Zebei went to the bedroom and changed into clean clothes.

Passing by a barber shop, Meng Yuanhao stopped and waited for a moment.

"I want to straighten out my hair and push it into that kind of flat head."

"Well," Mo Zebei patted him on the shoulder, "then go in."

After waiting for Meng Yuanhao's gap, Mo Zebei flipped through the magazines in the store at will.

Later, she didn't know what she thought of, and she suddenly wanted to cut it short.

After the cut, the two stood beside the tree under the street lamp and looked at each other, with smiles in their eyes.

"Do you remember that in the third year of high school, you had to cut your hair short. I was so frightened that I called Ruoxin, but I couldn't persuade you."

Mo Zebei nodded, with emotion on his face: "Time flies quickly, almost three years have passed since the blink of an eye."

"Yeah, now we are in our junior year," Meng Yuanhao looked up at Yue, "Actually, I regret it a little bit now...I thought it would be great if I had been admitted to City B with you two. At least with you when you are sad, you won't be so lonely."