Han Chen understands Zhou Mo's psychology.

This is the dual influence of self-esteem and inferiority complex.

Without saying a word, he picked up Zhou Moheng and then placed the person on the dining table. He supported his hands on both sides of Zhou Mo, half-bearing his waist, bullying himself in front of him, and looking straight into Zhou Mo's eyes.

"How can you say 'dislike'? Well? They are all physical mortals. It's normal to get sick. Just treat patients if you are sick. Don't think about it," Han Chen raised his jaw slightly and pecked Zhou Mo's lips lightly. "Didn't you think I was not good before? Didn't you marry me? Have you ever despised me?"

Zhou Mo lowered his head and murmured: "No."

"That's all."

"That's different. I thought you couldn't do it, but you really couldn't... it was all at that time..." Zhou Mo didn't know how to explain, "It was all at that time they were joking."

"How did they make jokes?"

Zhou Mo glanced at him: "You are not absent."

"I can't remember."

Zhou Mo knew that Han Chen Juedu did it on purpose.

He just wanted to distract the topic, divert her attention, and make her think of something interesting and happy.

"At that time... it seemed like a party. Everyone guessed that everyone else had a long time, but you were the shortest... what it was."

Zhou Mo felt embarrassed when he thought about it.

Zhou Mo had never heard of this brain teaser, and he couldn't help but think wrongly according to his superficial meaning.

Then, the impression that Han Chen was not good appeared in Zhou Mo's mind.

In addition, she was like that on the day of breaking up, and Han Chen was still in control, so Zhou Mo thought that Han Chen might have something wrong.

The first record of less than ten minutes has confirmed Zhou Mo's thoughts.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have suggested that Han Chen go to Zhong Zhicheng to register.

But... Han Chen used "excellent" performance in the future to prove that he was not bad, but he was very good...

Zhou Mo also realized that he had misunderstood Han Chen.

The one who says Han Chen is the shortest and the other people's long answer is the name.

Han Chen's name only has two words, isn't it the shortest?

I only blame the boys who talked about this riddle in high school. They had to limit the scope. The boys present were very long, only Han Chen was the shortest.

"Now you understand?" Han Chen asked with a smile.

Zhou Mo nodded.

Han Chen teased him and gently scraped Zhou Mo's nose, "I'll cook noodles. I'll give you hot medicine later. The Chinese medicine is very bitter. How can you swallow it and add honey water?"

Zhou Mo shook his head, "I want to drink peach juice."

Han was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face gradually dissipated, "I'll buy it for you."

"I want to bring the source."

"I know," Han Chen took the key and went out.

Zhou Mo watched him leave, jumped off the table, and went into the kitchen to cook noodles.

It's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

The two sat face to face at the dining table.

Han Chen came back from Manshan and headed straight to Zhou Mo, and didn't eat much at all.

Zhou Mo was the same. As soon as he came back, he devoted himself to the husband-wife affairs with Han Chen, and he was even more hungry.

However, it was too late and it was not good to eat too much. The two of them barely tried to deal with a few bites, but they didn't eat much.

Han Chen helped Zhou Mo to take good Chinese medicine.

The strong and bitter smell of medicine made him breathe so hard.

However, Zhou Mo still had to drink this dark, unpleasant and unpalatable Chinese medicine.

Han Chen found a cup, poured Zhou Mo a cup of peach juice, and then brought the rock sugar over.

"You drink it first. If it's too bitter, just put a piece of rock sugar."

"Well," Zhou Mo knew that she was spoiled, and she didn't like bitter things.

But good medicine is bitter, and now I have to drink it for the sake of my health.

She didn't ask for so much either.

Close your eyes, pick up the medicine bowl, gulp, and stuffy.

The bitter taste was still burning with fire, which followed her mouth, to her esophagus, and finally pushed into her stomach.

Han Chen quickly handed over the peach juice he had just poured.

Zhou Mo took it, closed his eyes and drank it in big mouthfuls.

After a cup of wine, Zhou Mo still felt bitter and wrinkled all his face.

"Is it okay?" Han Chen asked.

Zhou Mo shook his head.

Han Chen poured her another cup.

Zhou Mo had another drink.

"It's still very hard."

"One more drink?"

Zhou Mo waved his hand, "It's so supportive."

Add the decoction and medicine, and after three cups of water, how can the stomach bear it?

Han Chen frowned, took out a piece of rock candy, "Open his mouth."

Zhou Mo glanced at him and said disgusted, "Forget it, I'll eat candy at night and have a toothache."

"Isn't it enough to brush your teeth?" Han Chen stepped forward and held her jaw.

Zhou Mo opened his mouth slightly, waiting for Han Chen to throw the rock candy in.

As a result, Han Chen threw rock candy into his mouth and bent over Zhou Mo's lips.

Sliver of sweetness flowed through Zhou Mo's mouth.

All the bitterness stained on the mucosa was licked away, and in the end it was only sweet.

As sweet as you are, you can't help but feel in love, and some things will become uncontrollable.

The so-called thinking about food and clothing

want.

That's probably the case.

Two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Han Chen came out of the bathroom and then transferred the hair that had just been blown dry.

Zhou Mo was lying softly on the bed, not wanting to move.

Seeing Han Chen coming in, she barely turned over and stretched out her hand to Han Chen.

Han Chen stepped forward and grabbed her hand, "What's wrong? The back pain?"

Zhou Mo shook his head, "Sleepy."

Han Chen leaned over and kissed Zhou Mo on the corner of his forehead, "If you sleepy, go to bed, it's too late."

Zhou Mo pushed his chest, "You know it's too late."

Han Chenxian smiled: "Don't you miss you?"

Zhou Mo smiled, hummed with a fake voice, and asked provocatively: "Where do you think?"

"I want to do anything," Han Chen turned over to the bed, lay on the other side, reached out and held Zhou Mo in his arms.

"You have to go to work tomorrow, right? Go to bed quickly," Zhou Mo urged.

"I will have a holiday tomorrow until the National Day holiday, which will be a benefit for the doctors who go to Manshan to support him." Han Chen gently kissed Zhou Mo's side face and said, "You go to bed quickly and I will send you to the college tomorrow morning."

"By the way, I forgot to tell you," Zhou Mo turned over and faced Han Chen. "After the National Day, our group will officially work in the First Hospital of the East University. From now on, we will work in the same unit."

"Really?" Han Chen was surprised.

"Of course," Zhou Mo said: "Tomorrow my teacher will take us to the First Hospital of Dongda University to see the office."

"I'll go with you."

"OK."

I can't get it.
To be continued...