"No, I'm going to wash up first."

She was sweating all night yesterday. She was feeling uncomfortable now and was wearing yesterday's clothes, which made her even more uncomfortable.

Han Chen pulled open the wardrobe, flipped it in it twice, and took out a black T-shirt and black beach pants.

"Go and wash," he handed the clothes to Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo frowned, obviously unacceptable.

Han Chen: "Clean."

Zhou Mo lowered his head and sniffed it, confirming that there was the fragrance of laundry detergent, and then he was barely satisfied.

She took the clothes and turned to the bathroom outside.

Zhou Mo lived once before, and the toiletries he used were indeed placed on the bathroom sink in the living room.

Zhou Mo didn't feel that she was there. Although this was Han Chen's house, she was like an old friend's house, and she came and went freely.

Han Chen took a hair dryer from the bedroom and sent it to the bathroom outside.

"You use this."

Zhou Mo took it and put it aside.

I didn't even say thank you, obviously I was still angry.

Han Chen returned to the bathroom in his bedroom and quickly cleaned up. When he came out, Zhou Mo was not over yet.

There is a sound of showers in the living room and bathroom, which is drizzling and pleasant.

Han Chen took eggs, milk, and sausages from the refrigerator. He felt that he had something to do, so he went downstairs to the supermarket.

It was rare to see Han Chen so early, and the salesperson was surprised.

"Doctor Han, it's early."

Han Chen nodded, "Good morning."

He picked two apples and took whole wheat bread and condensed milk from the shelves.

Put things on the counter and prepare for checkout.

Zong Zheng happened to come in.

The salesperson greeted him politely, "Mr. Zong, good morning."

Han Chen turned around, and Zong Zheng happened to see what Han Chen had placed on the counter.

"Create breakfast for Miss Zhou?" Zong Zheng asked.

"Yes," Han Chen responded lightly.

After scanning the goods code, Han Chen paid the bill and left with his stuff.

Zong Zheng took a bag of salt from the shelves and threw it on the counter.

The salesperson asked curiously while scanning the code: "I've seen Dr. Han so early, so I'd come to buy breakfast, it's the first time."

Zong Zheng took out his cell phone and opened the payment code, "His girlfriend is here, you have to be very attentive."

The salesperson was surprised, "Doctor Han actually has a girlfriend?"

Zong Zheng frowned: "Han Chen is not bad either. He wants to be tall and look good, or a doctor, why don't he have no girlfriend?"

The salesperson murmured in a low voice: "Doctor Han...he is the kind of person who is difficult to get along with, and he talks little... girls nowadays should not like this."

"That's true," Zong Zheng agreed with the sales clerk's evaluation of Han Chen.

Not to mention others, even Zong Zheng felt that Han Chen was sometimes very ungrateful, didn’t talk much, and was very stinky. If he had been in the past, when he was stumbling, he would encounter someone like Han Chen, without saying a word, and just take action.

It’s not because of anything else, Han Chen’s style is unhappy.

...

Han Chen returned home with his things.

The bathroom was still closed, and the people inside had not come out yet.

Han Chen shook his head and carried the things into the kitchen.

Set up the pan, pour oil, turn on the range hood, and while the oil temperature is not rising, Han Chen dismantled the bread and put it in the microwave.

After the oil was hot, he beat two eggs and planned to fry two eggs.

The oil in the pan was sizzling, mixed with the sound of the range hood, full of movements of life.

He cut the sausage into thin slices, picked it up with chopsticks, and fryed it in a pan where the fried eggs were fried.

With a "ding" sound from the microwave, he brought out the bread, turned off the fire on the stove, picked up the sausage and fried eggs, and brought them to the dining table outside.

I glanced at the bathroom, the door was closed, and I could still hear the sound of the shower.

Zhou Mo hasn't finished his tossing yet.

Han Chen returned to the kitchen and heated the milk.

I peeled two more apples, cut them into pieces, put them in a juicer, beat them into slurry, diluted with hot water, poured in milk, and added two pieces of rock sugar.

Everything was ready for breakfast, but Zhou Mo still didn't come out of the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" Han Chen was already sitting at the dining table waiting.

"Now." A hair dryer sounded from the bathroom.

Five minutes later.

"Wow——" The bathroom door was opened.

Zhou Mo walked out and just finished blowing her hair. Her hair was fluffy and draped on both sides. She was wearing Han Chen's loose T-shirt and beach pants, revealing only her thin white arms and calves.

Han Chen's fitted clothes are completely ove when he wears them on her

size style.

"Yeah, it's not bad," Zhou Mo was a little surprised to see the food prepared on the dining table, and pulled open the stool and sat opposite Han Chen.

"Have you felt better after taking a shower?" Han Chen pushed the bread in front of Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo didn't eat much yesterday and was hungry. She didn't hesitate to take a slice of bread, applied condensed milk on it, took a bite, and said in a vague way: "No."

Han Chen was helpless, "Can you have a good talk?"

Zhou Mo feasted, "What are you talking about?"

Han Chen said: "You said let me think about it carefully. What's wrong with me? I've thought about it these days, but I can't figure it out. Can you tell me?"

Condensed milk dripped from the bread slices and touched Zhou Mo's thumb. Zhou Mo sucked his thumb with a small mouthful, looking at Han Chen proudly and dissatisfiedly.

"You've done too many things wrong, do you think it's just this one?"

Han Chen wondered: "Any more?"

Zhou Mo hummed softly, picked up another piece of sausage and continued to eat it, not intending to answer Han Chen's question.

Han Chen saw that Zhou Mo's face was still bleak, and knew that she must be sulking.

But he didn't know where he was not doing well.

If Zhou Mo didn't say it, he had no idea how to start.

"Momo..."

"Eat first, and say it after eating," Zhou Mo reminded, "not to affect your appetite."

Han Chen sighed slightly and could only obediently eat breakfast first.

Zhou Mo ate a piece of bread and a few slices of sausages, but he didn't move his chopsticks.

"And fried eggs," Han Chen reminded.

"Full."

"Eat some more," Han Chen put a fried egg on Zhou Mo's plate.

Zhou Mo frowned, "I can't eat it."

"Eat as much as you can, and eat a few more bites."

Zhou Mo felt inexplicably that Han Chen was like coaxing a child.

Her face was hot, so she picked up the egg and took a bite. The yellowed egg was soft and soft, with a good taste, but a little fishy.

Zhou Mo couldn't stand the fishy smell, so she barely held back and took a few bites. She couldn't stand it. "I can't swallow it, it's so fishy."

Han Chen had no choice but to take Zhou Mo's plate, pick up half of the fried egg left in the plate, and swallow it in one bite.

"Hey—" Zhou Mo didn't expect Han Chen to eat half of her ate.

"What's wrong?" Han Chen took a sip of milk.

"I have a cold," Zhou Mo reminded.

Han Chenwu understood what Zhou Mo meant and asked worriedly: "Is there a headache again?"

"No," Zhou Mo was so angry. Han Chen was really worried. "Aren't you afraid that I would pass on the cold to you?"

Han Chen frowned: "When am I afraid that you will pass on the cold to me?"

Zhou Mo asked angrily: "Then you... were so far away from me last night."

Han Chen was angry and laughed, and he seemed to understand some problems.

"You got angry with me in the morning because I slept yesterday and were too far away from you?"

Zhou Mo blushed, "No!"

Han Chen got up and walked over, and directly picked up Zhou Moheng.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Mo was frightened.
Chapter completed!