Han Chen then smiled with relief, "Definitely not."

"Just kidding," Zhou Mo smiled slightly, then swept away all three cards and a bankbook on the table, holding them in his hand to signal Han Chen, "I'll take them all. You have more foreign debts than assets now.

You have to control your expenses."

"Yes." Han Chen smiled.

Zhou Mo looked at the things in his hands and suddenly asked Han Chen, "I feel like we are playing house."

Han Chen: "I didn't."

"Of course you didn't. I was playing house, and you were playing house seriously. We are different," Zhou Mo joked. She then asked, "How much money did you borrow from Liang Dongyan in total?"

"Just two hundred thousand."

"'Just'?" Zhou Mo exclaimed, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language."

Han pondered for a moment and said, "A lot, enough for half a year's salary."

"That's pretty much it," Zhou Mo was reluctantly satisfied. "How and when will I pay it back? Have you thought about it?"

Han Chen was very cooperative, "Work hard to earn money and try to pay it off by the end of this year."

"If nothing else, you are quite satisfactory in some aspects." Zhou Mo smiled happily.

Han Chen's eyebrows were smiling and the corners of his lips were raised.

"Eat quickly, the noodles are all lumpy," Zhou Mo urged.

Han Chen nodded, picked up the chopsticks and started using them.

After Zhou Mo took a few bites, he suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at Han Chen curiously.

She wanted to know how he ate when he was hungry.

I thought that if Han Chen was not gobbling it up, at least he was devouring it. After all, she was so hungry that she was already devouring it. However, Han Chen still chewed the food carefully and slowly, with an elegant posture.

I have to say that Han Chen's behavior is really good.

After the two of them finished eating, Han Chen took the initiative to take over the task of washing the dishes. Zhou Mo let him go and went to the living room, turned on the TV and played a horror movie.

Han Chen came out of the kitchen and saw Zhou Mo holding a pillow, leaning on the back of the sofa, staring at the TV.

The sound from the TV was like howling in the cold wind and howling ghosts.

He walked to the living room and sat down next to her.

"Are you afraid?" Zhou Mo asked.

"Horror movie?" Han Chen asked.

"It seems like we have never watched a movie together," Zhou Mo realized then, "I don't know what you like to watch. If you don't dare to watch it, I won't let it go."

"It's okay, just take a look," Han Chen said.

Zhou Mo glanced at him and returned to the screen, "You are always like this. You never say what you like or don't like."

"I don't pick."

Zhou Mo was annoyed, "You mean I'm the one who picks it?"

"No," Han Chen immediately objected, "I really don't like anything in particular."

"Where are the model airplanes?" Zhou Mo asked, "Didn't you like model airplanes very much before?"

Han Chen's eyelids drooped slightly, "I haven't touched those things since I gave them away."

Zhou Mo pressed the remote control to turn off the TV, "It's not a pity for you to end your only hobby."

"No regrets."

Zhou Mo put down the pillow and moved to Han Chen's side, bumping his legs together.

Han Chen was stunned for a moment and froze up.

"Can you correct your problem?" Zhou Mo said in a negotiable tone.

Han Chen's focus was entirely on his legs, "What, what's wrong?" He tried to control his voice.

"I can't explain clearly what I like or don't like."

The fresh and elegant fragrance of lily of the valley came. Han Chen seemed to be bewitched by this smell, and his breathing was not smooth. He moved slightly to one side.

Zhou Mo also realized because of his actions that she was too close to him in a hurry, so she moved away.

"You've always been like this, and I'm not the roundworm in your belly. How can I know your true thoughts if you don't tell me."

"Um."

Zhou Mo was angry, and he was like this again.

"'Hmm'? What does 'Hmm' mean?"

"I'll try to make it clear."

Zhou Mo was reluctantly satisfied.

But when he took another look at Han Chen and saw that he straightened his back and looked serious, Zhou Mo was immediately discouraged.

"Forget it, it's been more than ten years and you're still like this. I guess you can't change it."

Zhou Mo gave up.

If Han Chen could change, he would have changed it long ago.

"I'll try."

Zhou Mo nodded politely, but she didn't believe it at all.

"Tomorrow...can you go to Zong Yi's birthday party?" Han Chen suddenly asked.

Zhou Mo was immediately alert, "Don't tell me that you came to see me today and went around in a big circle just for this matter."

"No," Han Chen quickly denied, "If you don't want to go, you don't have to go."

Zhou Mo barely understood what Han Chen meant, "When chatting in the future, don't change the topic too quickly, and read the previous and previous contents together, otherwise people will misunderstand."

Han Chen: "Sorry, I'll pay attention to it later."

Zhou Mo originally wanted to be arrogant for a while, but Han Chen admitted his mistake too quickly today. Seeing that she was a little unhappy, he apologized. Zhou Mo couldn't resist such a "soft" Han Chen.

In terms of head-to-head confrontation, Zhou Mo thought he had never lost to Han Chen, but when Han Chen softened his attitude, Zhou Mo felt like he was being pinched seven inches, and he couldn't get angry even if he wanted to.

He was so well-behaved that Zhou Mo felt like he was bullying others.

"If you help Liang Dongyan, can you get rid of the debt?" Zhou Mo asked.

"Yes," Han Chen said, "Not only can we avoid debt, but we can also make money."

"Oh?" Zhou Mo was curious, "How do you say it?"

"If Liang Dongyan's patent registration project is completed and I issue the patent in the future, he can find someone to operate it. If it can be sold, I can get the patent fee."

"How many can there be?" Zhou Mo was curious.

"Depending on the specific patent content, it could range from hundreds of thousands to millions."

Zhou Mo's eyes instantly glowed with envy, "Your ability to make money is great, I will support you from now on."

Han Chen raised his lips and smiled, "It's stuck in your hand."

Zhou Mo smiled slightly, but said seriously: "The current policy guidance basically relies on patents, and many scientific research institutions have even placed patents and papers on an equally important position. Publishing papers is a money-losing business.

It costs tens of thousands of dollars, and it is normal for an article to be submitted for a year and a half. Patents are different, the review cycle is short, the results are produced quickly, they are favored by enterprises, and there are patent fees to be paid. If you have a partner, you can also use technology

Invest in shares.”

Han Chen's eyes were surprised, "You actually know so much?"

Zhou Mo said proudly, "I am also a doctor after all, so don't underestimate others."

Han Chen smiled happily, "Momo."

"Huh?" Zhou Mo was still wondering if she could get a patent.

Just listen to Han Chen calling her gently.

"Didn't you ask me if it would be a pity to cut off my only hobby?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Zhou Mo didn't understand why he mentioned this.

Han Chen said: "It's not a pity at all, really."

He also thought about this problem when he encountered a bottleneck in his studies.

Was it worth it when I made the desperate decision to study medicine?

The sunk cost invested was not only eight years, but also a lot of things. He gave up his hobbies and his life, regardless of the opposition of his family... too many.

But he persisted in the end and got to where he is today.

Because he was afraid of shrinking back, he simply set a goal of hellish difficulty, to be promoted to chief physician in the shortest possible time, in order to motivate and paralyze himself.
Chapter completed!