Zhou Mo: "I don't know, it should take a few days. What's wrong? Do you miss him?"

Han Chen smiled helplessly at Zhou Mo's teasing. "Didn't he say he wanted to buy you a car? We've already got our marriage certificate, and if he wants to buy you a car, we need to get it notarized. I'll ask Liang Dongyan to prepare it in advance."

Zhou Mo hugged Han Chen's arm and rubbed his face against his chest. "You really don't mind at all?"

Han Chen: "The things your parents gave you should belong to you alone. Why do you mind?"

Zhou Mo smiled, "You are so nice."

Han Chen pinched her nose: "When did I become unwell?"

"Indeed, everything is good. Why is my husband so good?" Zhou Mo spread her arms, including Han Chen's arms, and hugged him tightly, shaking and acting coquettishly.

Han Chen watched quietly, his heart already filled with joy.

"Finally she's willing to call me 'husband'."

Zhou Mo stuck out his tongue. "Men, you can't let them get it easily, otherwise they won't know how to cherish it."

Han Chen was helpless: "Stop being sarcastic, just say it to me directly."

Zhou Mo: "It's OK if you know it."

Han Chen sat up straight, holding Zhou Mo horizontally, and placed her in his arms, "How could I not cherish you when I got you? How much I cherish you, don't you feel it?"

Zhou Mo snorted softly, "I really didn't feel it."

Han Chen: "Where didn't you feel it? Let me take a look."

She was about to lift her skirt, but Zhou Mo quickly stopped her and complained, "You should cherish me. Why do you make me hurt all over every time?"