She heard the call between Lu Zhishu and Kan Tong inside the house.

Tonight is an important moment about Bo Jian’s life and death.

If RG intends to target Bojian, Lu Zhishu faces not only as simple as losing Bojian.

He may never be able to stay in Dongjiang again.

And she may never see him in her life.

She took out her cell phone and sent a message:

No matter what the result is, I have to tell me.

Lu Zhishu: OK.

...

Century Jiayuan.

Han Chen bought breakfast and brown sugar ginger tea back.

Zhou Mo hasn't woken up yet.

Han Chen walked into the bedroom lightly, sat beside the bed, observing Zhou Mo's sleeping face.

Last night, Zhou Mo had nothing to do with an accident and started to have a stomachache in the middle of the night. Although he took a tablet of ibuprofen in advance, it didn't work very well. Han Chen was helpless and could only hold her and heat her lower abdomen with his palms, hoping to relieve her pain.

I don’t know if it was because of his warm palms. Zhou Mo still cried in pain in the middle of the night, and fell asleep with tears in the corner of his eyes in the middle of the night.

Han Chen gently kissed her forehead and fell asleep with her.

In the morning, the two of them slept until almost noon because they didn't sleep well in the first half of the night.

When Han Chen woke up, Zhou Mo was not awake yet.

He bought breakfast and went to the supermarket outside the community to buy brown sugar ginger tea.

When he came back, Zhou Mo still didn't wake up.

I guess I was tired from shopping yesterday and was tired from menstrual period, so I couldn’t wake up.

He lowered his head and kissed Zhou Mo's forehead lightly.

"Momo," he whispered to her.

Zhou Mo was actually about to wake up, Han Chen called her, she heard it vaguely, her consciousness gradually recovered, and she opened her eyes in a daze.

"What time is it?" she asked in a hurry.

"It's almost eleven."

"It's so late." She pulled out her arms and stretched, but she still couldn't remember.

Han Chen turned over and lay on the bed, lifted the quilt and crawled in, and hugged her in his arms.

Zhou Mo was very obedient and let him hug him, and even took the initiative to drill into his arms.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Han Chen kissed her forehead with heartache.

"Yes," Zhou Mo's voice felt aggrieved.

"Make you brown sugar ginger tea."

"Did you buy it?"

"I bought it. I still have breakfast. Do you want to eat it?"

"What's there?" Zhou Mo was still sleepy.

"Magnolia, sugar cake, soy milk."

"It's all sweet." Zhou Mo complained.

"Don't want to eat?"

"Um."

"What do you want to eat?"

"It's almost lunch, can we just have lunch?"

"Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"crayfish."

"No, it's so spicy and exciting," Han Chen said: "We order the black fish soup from 'Zhulu Zhongyuan', and let them cook a few dishes and send them together."

"Do they have delivery services?" Zhou Mo was curious.

“Members can.”

"Okay, I want to drink black fish soup."

"No problem," he took out his cell phone and asked Zong Zhengwang about the ordering phone number of "competing in the Central Plains".

Zhou Mo looked at him sending a WeChat message in her arms, and couldn't help laughing and said, "I thought you knew the order number? I didn't expect you to ask the boss directly. After going there so many times, you and Zong Zheng are still familiar with you, and you are not afraid that others will dislike you."

"There is no business that doesn't happen, it's okay."

Zhou Mo still wants to laugh.

Zong Zheng not only sent him a phone call, but also sent him an electronic version of the menu.

Han Chen handed Zhou Mo the phone, "Look, what do you want to eat?"

Zhou Mo refused to answer and deliberately made lazy and said, "You turn the pages, I'll read them."

Han Chen had no choice but to hold up his cell phone and show her page by page.

Zhou Mo ordered two dishes he liked, "Add black fish soup, it should be enough for the two of us."

"Do you want the duck tongue?" Han Chen saw that she didn't have a duck tongue.

"You want!" Zhou Mo forgot this dish.

Han Chen rose up and said, "I'll call, you go and wash."

Zhou Mo hugged his waist, "No, I don't want to get up."

Han Chen was helpless, "Okay, I'll call first, you can lie down for a while."

He dialed the phone and was waiting for the other party to answer.

Zhou Mo suddenly sat up from the bed, took out the sanitary napkins from the bedside table and rushed into the bathroom.

Han Chen was shocked.

"Momo, what's wrong with you?" He immediately got out of bed and walked to the bathroom door.

Zhou Mo's voice came from the bathroom, "I'm fine, I'm just... blood flows like a river..."

Han Chen reacted for a moment before he understood what it meant.

The phone call happened to be connected, and the other side asked Han Chen what service he needed.

Han Chen ordered a few dishes Zhou Mo wanted.

After receiving the phone call, Zhou Mo had not come out of the bathroom yet.

"Momo, are you okay?" He was a little worried.

"It's okay," Zhou Mo said.

"I'll make brown sugar ginger tea." He turned and came out of the bedroom.

Zhou Mo tidied up, covered her stomach and came out of the bathroom, turned around and lay tiredly on the bed.

Han Chen came in and found that she had lie down, "Get up and take a sip of hot water."

Zhou Mo frowned: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"Drinking water will not affect it."

"No," Zhou Mo was obsessed with cleanliness, "I'll brush my teeth first."

She turned over and sat up, covered her stomach and stood up.

Seeing this, Han Chen directly picked up the person upright, and carried him into the bathroom like a tree stump, and placed him in front of the toilet, so that she could stand still.

He took a toothbrush again, squeezed her toothpaste, handed her the toothbrush, and fed her water.

Zhou Mo was served throughout the whole process, and Han Chen was sent to brush her teeth personally.

After brushing his teeth, Han Chen took the person back.

Zhou Mo giggled, holding Han Chen's waist without letting go.

"Can you drink this time?" Han Chen asked after taking the cup.

Zhou Mo reached out to touch her, "Hot."

Han Chen had no choice but to blow the water to the mouth of the cup.

Blow for a while, "Try it."
To be continued...