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

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The New Year’s Eve is approaching, all kinds of tickets are in short supply, and now it is no longer possible to buy high-speed rail tickets from City B to City J.

On the twenty-sixth of the twelfth lunar month, Zhou's father called and said that he would drive Moze North back to J City for the New Year.

It was cold and freezing outside, and the bitter north was whizzing past the window. Father Zhou closed the window and held his mobile phone. His face was tense and his attitude was tough. He couldn't refuse.

This person’s mother abandoned her since she was a child, and now she has no father. How can he bear to let the helpless Mo Zebei stay in City B, like a lost fisherman, facing the endless sea. The white fog, paddling the lonely oars, wandered sadly until dawn amidst the lights of thousands of houses and the sound of fireworks.

Because Mu Hanxi was still at work, Mo Zebei didn't call her, thinking about waiting to tell this person about the New Year in J City later.

In the afternoon, she went to the supermarket to buy groceries as usual, preparing to make dinner for Mu Fu Mu Mu.

At 6:30 in the evening, Mu Hanxi called and said that the company temporarily worked overtime and didn't go home for dinner, so they didn't want to wait.

At seven o'clock, the three of them ate together around the dining table.

At about eight o'clock, Mo Zebei cleaned up, tidyed the kitchen, unwrapped his apron, and put it away. Then he went to Professor Mu's bedroom. Father Mu was also there, reading a book by the head of the bed.

Mo Zebei greeted the two of them, and briefly said that he was going back to J City to celebrate the New Year.

Mu Fu took the lead to look away from the pages of the book and looked up at her. His lips moved, but he didn't speak.

Professor Mu pursed his lips even more, and the atmosphere was very silent.

Mo Zebei uncomfortably pulled the hem of the sweater, a little embarrassed and embarrassed on his face.

"I'm going back to the apartment now..." She lowered her head, looking at the furry brown carpet, her voice getting lower and lower, "Go back and pack...pack your luggage."

She spoke to herself, no one answered, and the scene was a bit embarrassing.

An unspeakable sadness suddenly came to her heart, she smiled forcefully, then turned and moved away.

She was carrying her bag, facing the cold moonlight, and riding the electric bike with the bony coolness.

The road was slippery, she rode very carefully, the cold wind blew her short hair, the tip of her nose was red with cold, her lips trembled slightly...

A section of the road was frozen after accumulation of water, like a roller skating rink, untenable, and many people suffered here this morning.

The light at night was poor, and the electric car's headlights had limited exposure. Mo Zebei tipped over with a car without paying attention to the ground.

Her helmet was stolen yesterday. She went shopping for groceries, put the helmet in the front basket of the car, and disappeared when she came back.

She touched the bleeding blood on her forehead with her gloved left finger, thinking in her heart that if the helmet was still there, her forehead would not be scratched by the ice front.

The clothes on her body were thickly worn, should not be broken, at most bruised, she slowly sat up, the blood on her forehead running along the cheeks, along the neck, all the way down, not into the neckline.