Zhou Mo was a little shocked. Although anyone would think of this question, things were a little different when the person was Han Chen.

After all, in her memory, Han Chen was not a jealous or envious person.

"Clean, very clean. With me as the center, he dare not get close within a radius of ten meters." Zhou Mo recalled the chaotic scene at that time. He felt embarrassed and ridiculous at the same time.

"My dad broke his leg at the cost of a broom, my mom scratched his face, and I..." Zhou Mo was too embarrassed to continue.

After all, they are an intellectual family, and the scene of a family of three acting like a crazy woman is... too embarrassing.

Zhou Mo was too embarrassed to say it, she was the most embarrassing one.

"What happened a few days ago?" Han Chen asked.

Zhou Mo nodded doubtfully, "Yeah."

I thought Han Chen would ask something else, but he said nothing and went into the bathroom with his clothes.

Zhou Mo felt a little puzzled, so he turned and went to the kitchen to make a cup of warm rock sugar water.

When Han Chen came out wiping his hair, Zhou Mo placed the rock sugar water on the coffee table and said, "Drink it."

Han Chen walked to the coffee table.

Zhou Mo went to the bedroom to get a hair dryer. "After you finish drinking, blow dry your hair. Where are your clothes? Do you need me to wash them?"

Han Chen bent down to pick up the water cup and was about to drink, "No, I can do it myself."

"Do you know how to use a washing machine?" Zhou Mo blurted out the scolding, but then he felt that it was inappropriate.

Most of my memories of Han Chen still stay in high school. At that time, he was a learning machine who could do nothing but study. His mother worried about all the big and small things in life.

Including laundry.

The nerd who can't peel an egg is exactly like him.

"Now I can."

Han Chen took a few gulps of water and finished them quickly. When the warm feeling on the tip of his tongue faded away, he tasted that the water was sweet.

"Okay." Zhou Mo didn't want to get involved. "Remember to rinse the mud off the clothes before throwing them in the washing machine. Remember to disinfect the washing machine after washing."

Zhou Mo has obsessive-compulsive disorder. She tolerates a lot of Han Chen's unexpected "invasion" for the sake of their old friendship.

"Yeah." Han Chen responded and went into the bathroom.

Zhou Mo sat back on the sofa and continued watching her horror movie.

The film is called "Medical School Anatomy Room". Zhou Mo recalled the scene of anatomy class when he was in school. It was really scary. However, because there was another person in the room, plus the rumbling sound of the hair dryer, the scary atmosphere was completely broken.

When Han Chen came out of the bathroom again, his hair had been blow-dried.

The fine bangs on his forehead covered his eyes, and he casually pushed them back with his hands, revealing his handsome forehead and narrow eyes.

Zhou Mo turned around and saw the man fiddling with his hair. He secretly wondered how this man could become so vain.

It is said that time is a butcher's knife, but in addition to making Han Chen better and more handsome, time also seems to make him more full of life.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Zhou Mo stared at the TV.

"Hmm?" Han Chen looked at her back.

"Don't you have a fever?" Zhou Mo reminded.

"Yeah, it feels uncomfortable." Han Chen walked to the other side of the sofa and was about to sit down.

"If you feel uncomfortable, go to the guest room and take a nap."

Han Chen didn't move, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, as if thinking about something.

Zhou Mo didn't understand and reminded: "The quilts and pillows in the guest rooms are all clean, don't worry..."

"I don't mind this..." Han Chen interrupted her, "Have other men been here before?"

"You don't have to doubt it. I don't have the habit of living with someone before marriage." This time it was Zhou Mo who interrupted him.

"Listen to me," Han Chen knew she had misunderstood. "I'm saying that if no one else has been here before, I'd be breaking your rules by staying overnight. Also, I'm afraid it's going to have a bad influence on you."

So that's what he meant.

I'm quite considerate of her.

Zhou Mo didn't pay attention to whether the rules were broken or not. To her, Han Chen was more like an old friend whom she hadn't seen for many years.

Besides...

"Aren't you talking about getting married? What's inappropriate about that?"

Han Chen fell silent for a while, then said, "Yeah."

He got up and went to the guest room.

Zhou Mo ignored him and continued to stare at the TV.

But the image on the screen never entered her mind for a moment.

At this moment, her thoughts were all about the man in the guest room.

His sudden appearance in her life did not make her feel unacceptable, but instead gave her a sense of déjà vu.

For Zhou Mo, who is quite cold and restrained in her emotions, she was able to break up with her exes for various reasons in a neat and tidy manner without dragging her feet. After the breakup, she pretended not to know them, without crying or being sad, and never had any contact with them until she died.

Only Han Chen.

Not only did she not resist when they met again, he was also the only one of her ex-boyfriends with whom she could get along so harmoniously.

Zhou Mo had been sitting on the sofa in a daze, all he could think about was whether or not to marry Han Chen.

She drew a pentagonal radar chart in her mind that included appearance, character, education, occupation, and family.

In this picture, Han Chen is almost completely in top form and has no weaknesses.

Damn, where can I find such a good marriage partner?

Of course it’s the knot!

In the bathroom, the rumbling sound of the washing machine ended and a pleasant prompt sound rang out.

The clothes are washed.

Zhou Mo glanced at the guest room door.

There was no response from inside the door, he must have fallen asleep.

Zhou Mo got up and went to the bathroom, opened the lid of the washing machine, and took out the clothes.

Also fished out was a small blue-black flat-angle object with a CIN label on the waist.

Zhou Mo exploded instantly, "Han Chen!"

Han Chen peeked out from the crack of the door in a daze, looking listless and dejected. "What's wrong?"

"You actually washed your underwear and outer clothes together...you..." Zhou Mo almost gritted his teeth.

For a person with mysophobia, this is a big taboo!

Throwing the little flat-horned chicken into the clothesline, Zhou Mo was furious. "We have different living habits. You should find someone else to marry."

Han Chen leaned against the door with his head tilted against the door frame. Perhaps he hadn't woken up yet or was sick, but he felt weak, tired, and listless.

Without explaining, he walked to the washing machine and took out all the clothes.

Fill the washing machine with water, pour in disinfectant, and turn on the large item washing function of the washing machine.

Zhou Mo was dumbfounded. He actually knew the steps to disinfect a washing machine.

"If you're not satisfied, I'll give you a new one tomorrow."

Han Chen took the clothes and went to the balcony to hang them out to dry.

Zhou Mo's anger subsided a lot.

The balcony light was not on.

His back was facing the living room, and his tall figure was busy putting clothes on the clothes hanger, his shadow clearly cast on the floor-to-ceiling window opposite.

"Han Chen," Zhou Mo regained his composure, "I don't think we're suitable."

Han Chen stopped what he was doing.

"You've only been with me for a short time, it's normal to feel this way."