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

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Days come and go in a hurry.

Suddenly, ten days have passed since the last time I went to find Meng Yuanhao late at night.

On Saturday evening, when Mo Zebei had just returned home and was about to wash his hands for dinner, he received a call from Meng Yuanhao.

"These days, I have been trying hard to communicate well with her, but the results have been minimal, and she still repels these topics and repels me," Meng Yuanhao frowned and sighed slightly discouraged. "Now , She has been in a cold war with me for two days."

Mo Zebei got up and walked upstairs, just to meet Mu Hanxi who was up and downstairs, she silently took this person's hand back to the bedroom: "Yuanhao, you mean you want me to go over and talk to her?"

"Well, this kind of private matter is not good for me to tell the elders in my family." Meng Yuanhao squeezed the beer can in his hand firmly. "In addition, she has always admired you. I thought, what you say she Maybe you can hear it."

Mo Zebei looked down and thought for a while, and finally responded, "Then you tell Li Rong, I will come to your house for dinner tomorrow afternoon."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Yuanhao got up and went to the entrance of the study. He knocked the door gently twice.

Li Rong was inside, but probably because he didn't want to pay attention to him, he didn't answer for a long time.

Meng Yuanhao took a slow breath, then pushed the door directly in.

Li Rong's body was straight and beautiful, and he was sitting quietly reading a classic book.

Meng Yuanhao cleared his throat, walked to her, palms facing up, and pointed at the table.

Li Rong looked away from the book and glanced at him.

"Zebei will come to our house for dinner tomorrow night, remember to prepare."

Meng Yuanhao didn't miss the brilliance that flashed in this person's eyes, and an unspeakable astringency burst into his chest. After biting his molars, he swallowed the extra words into his stomach and left lonely. I am very lonely.

After two o'clock in the morning, Meng Yuanhao hadn't rested yet. Because the lights were not turned on, the dark night filled the room. He sat leaning against the wall, looking haggard, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and taking a sip from time to time to relieve the depression and melancholy in his heart. The burning sporadic fire light was his only comfort in the dark night.

On the second day, Mo Zebei arrived as promised.

Without a smile on his face, Meng Yuanhao sat there straight, staring at the rich dishes on the dinner table in a daze.

Mo Zebei lightly touched his elbow when he saw the situation, and whispered aside: "Move the chopsticks, what are you doing stupidly."

"This is my house, you don't need to let me..." Meng Yuanhao held back his sour nasal cavity forcefully, and gave a dry smile.

After pulling half a bowl of rice indiscriminately, Meng Yuanhao put down his chopsticks. He deliberately put on a relaxed posture: "There is still something to be done in the store. I'll take a look. You two will continue to eat."

"Yuan Hao..." Mo Zebei realized that his expression was not right, and called him aloud.

Meng Yuanhao turned his head and tried to squeeze out a few smiles: "I'll come over when I'm done, and we'll talk about it again when I'm done."