Han Chen: Do you think the fifth brother has this idea?

Han Ji: Who can understand his thoughts? He has never been close to us since he was a child. Now, he is busy with work and has not been home for several months. A few days ago, my grandfather said something, and the fourth uncle was trying to smooth things over for him.

No one knows that he doesn't want to come back.

However, Han Jue's identity is special and he is not favored. He can only come forward to ease the delicate relationship between him and Han Hongde.

Han Chen: I'll ask my fifth brother.

Han Ji: I guess it’s Xuan, and... maybe it’s the fate of your third brother and I.

Han Chen understood what Han Ji meant.

The one who married Ai Zhiyin should have been the third brother Han Chi, but in the end it became Han Ji.

From the beginning, Han Ji was forced to accept the marriage after being forced to become a person and a chess piece in the game.

Han Ji doesn't love Ai Zhiyin, and he has been there until now.

Such a result is a loss for Han Ji and Han Chi.

Han Ji reminded him, and also gave him a warning.

I was afraid that Han Chen would follow the old path between him and Han Chi.

Han Chen: Thank you, second brother, I understand.

You can't bet on others, it's time for him to come forward and solve all this on his own.

Especially Luo Fu's affairs.

Han Chen: When will you return to the imperial capital?

Han Ji: There is something going on in Dongjiang, a few days later.

Han Chen: What's the matter?

Han Ji: Nothing.

Han Chenwu asked again.

He is not a good person.

But he still had a little doubt about Han Ji's stay.

Originally, Han Ji said that he came to Dongjiang to inform him.

After reporting the letter, Han Ji did not leave immediately, but instead had to wait for a few days...

Han Chen thought for a while and turned to look at the sleeping person beside him. He put down his cell phone, gently put his arm on Zhou Mo, and went to sleep with her.

...

The next day.

Zhou Mo's alarm clock rang on time.

She stretched and felt aching all over her body, which made her breath so much that she took a breath.

But although the body hurts, the heart is sweet.

Han Chen had the problem of staying in bed and was also angry when he got up. He slept late last night, so it was impossible for him to get up earlier than Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo leaned forward, pushed Han Chen's hair away from his forehead, and observed it carefully.

Since Han Chen shaved his head, his hair has grown much longer and he has not had the opportunity to spend too much time taking care of his hair. He only passed by the barber shop in the first garage garage when he got off work and took care of it.

In addition, he was in Manshan for a while and had no chance to get a haircut. His hair is now completely a chicken coop.

It's more messy than the day when I asked her to talk about marriage on a rainy day.

Han Chen was sleeping on his tummy, his face squeezing into the pillow, not sure if he was pressed.

Zhou Mo lowered his head, looked at his sleeping face, and for no reason he liked it tightly, lowered his head and gently kissed his forehead, just as he often kissed her.

There is pity in joy, and then I feel comfortable and satisfied.

Han Chen was itchy by Zhou Mo's rustling. His eyebrows moved and his eyes opened in a daze.

The voice was lazy and hoarse, "It's time?"

"Well," Zhou Mo asked with a smile: "Can you get up? Or you go to work by yourself."

"No, I promise to send you there and I will definitely send you there," Han Chen turned his face to the other side and continued to be confused: "You go and wash first, and give me five minutes."

Zhou Mo couldn't help laughing.

Han Chen is like this, inexplicably a bit like a primary school student who can't get up, bargaining with his parents.

Zhou Mo was helpless, "You go to bed. If you can't get up, don't get up. Don't get up."

"Yes, surely..." The voice was full of sleepy chaos, but he was still very stubborn.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhou Mo immediately turned over and got out of bed and went to wash.

In the morning, she usually doesn’t have the habit of making breakfast and will buy it on the way to work.

There is a snack street near the college, and there are several small shops selling breakfast.

I basically have to wait a little while to get up, so I don’t have time to make breakfast.

Although she really wanted to make the first breakfast after Han Chen returned, time would not allow it.

Zhou Mo hurriedly cleaned up.

Seeing that the person on the bed had not moved yet, Zhou Mo thought about it and shouted, "Han Chen, get up."

She said, snatching up her pillow and gently hit Han Chen's back.

Han Chen said "um" in a daze, as if a zombie slowly arched up and got up bit by bit.

Zhou Mo glared at him helplessly, "If it weren't for you, let's continue to sleep."

Waiting for Han Chen to finish his sleep here, Zhou Mo is about to be late.

"Immediately, soon," Han Chen knelt on the bed, his eyes were not open, and he rubbed his face randomly. He got out of bed in a daze and walked to the bathroom.

Zhou Mo looked at the time, "Ten minutes, I will have to leave in ten minutes, otherwise I will be really late."

"Enough," Han Chen's voice was vague, obviously brushing his teeth.

Ten minutes later.

Han Chen was dressed neatly and stood in front of Zhou Mo.

It's really hard for him.

After washing his face, Han Chen was obviously very energetic. His hair on his forehead was still wet. Zhou Mo smoked the paper on the dining table and wiped it for him.

Han Chen frowned: "Don't worry, leave quickly, don't be late."

Zhou Mo was so amused and crying: "Are you doctors so rough?"

She touched Han Chen's face, which was very dry and didn't apply any oil on her face.

"I didn't use a cleanser," Han Chen said.

According to Han Chen's logic, the implication is that if you don't use a cleanser and your face doesn't dry, you don't need to apply oil to your face.

Zhou Mo was helpless. Now he would have to do it again, it would definitely be too late.

Han Chen has his own logic and persistence. He has never been dressed up heavily. It would be useless if Zhou Mo mentioned his life.

Zhou Mo bought all kinds of skin care products for men. He used them intermittently and when time was tight, for example, now, he basically did not do any extra steps.

The two went downstairs together.

Zhou Mo suddenly realized, "Is your car in the hospital?"

"Well, drive your car," Han Chen said: "My car has been borrowed recently."

"Huh? Who?" Zhou Mo was surprised and handed the keys of his car to Han Chen.

Han Chen took it, "Dr. Lu from the Department of Cardiac Surgery."

Zhou Mo: "What did he borrow your car for? Does he have no car by himself?"

Han Chen: "He accompanied his girlfriend back to his parents' home. His car was a Wrangler and was not as good as a BMW."

Zhou Mo reacted for a moment before he understood.

I borrow a car to fill my storefront.

Zhou Mo: "Everyone says that cars are men's 'little wife', aren't you afraid that your 'little wife' will be wiped and touched?"

Han Chen pushed Zhou Mo's waist slightly and signaled her to get in the car, and then lowered his head and kissed her lips, "I only have one wife."

Zhou Mo smiled and got into the passenger seat.

Han Chen started the car and poured it out of the parking space.

"This car feels good. Are you driving it? How do you feel?" Han Chen asked.

"fine."

Speaking of which, it seems that Han Chen is driving her car for the first time.

"It is indeed impossible for a 'little husband' of 300,000 yuan to be bad." Han Chen quipped.

"What 'little husband'?"

"You said that the car is a man's 'little wife'. For women, isn't it a 'little husband'?"

"Go to yours." Zhou Mo cursed with a smile.
Chapter completed!