Han Chen understood Zhou Mo's psychology.

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

Without saying a word, he picked up Zhou Mo horizontally and placed him on the dining table. He supported himself on both sides of Zhou Mo with his hands, half bent his waist, stepped forward and looked directly into Zhou Mo's eyes.

"How can you say something like 'disdain', huh? We're all mortal, it's normal to get sick. Just see a doctor if you're sick, don't overthink it." Han Chen raised his chin slightly and pecked Zhou Mo's lips lightly. "Didn't you think I was incompetent before? And didn't you marry me? Have you ever disdained me?"

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

"That's it."

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

"How are they joking?"

Zhou Mo glared at him: "It's not like you weren't there."

"I can't remember."

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

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

"At that time... it seemed like there was some kind of party, and everyone was guessing a riddle. Everyone said everyone else had long hair, but you were the shortest... and they asked what it was."

Zhou Mo felt ashamed just thinking about it.

Zhou Mo had never heard of this brain teaser before, so he couldn't help but think in the wrong way according to the surface meaning.

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

In addition, she said that on the day of the breakup, she was like that, but Han Chen still controlled himself. Zhou Mo thought that there might be something wrong with Han Chen.

The first record of less than ten minutes further confirmed Zhou Mo's idea.

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

But... Han Chen's subsequent "outstanding" performance proved that he was not incompetent, but rather very capable...

Zhou Mo also realized that he had misunderstood Han Chen.

The answer to the riddle that says Han Chen has the shortest hair and the others have very long hair is their names.

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

The only thing to blame is the boy who told this riddle in high school. He was too mean and insisted on limiting the scope of the riddle. All the boys present had long hair, and only Han Chen had the shortest.

"Do you understand now?" Han Chen asked with a smile.

Zhou Mo nodded.

Han Chen teased Zhou Mo by gently scratching his nose. "I'm going to cook noodles. I'll give you some hot medicine later. Chinese medicine is very bitter. How did you swallow it? Did you drink honey?"

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

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

"I want Huiyuan."

"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.

Twelve o'clock midnight.

The two sat facing each other at the dining table.

Han Chen came back from Manshan and went straight to Zhou Mo. He hadn't eaten much.

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

However, it was too late and it was not good to eat too much, so the two of them barely managed a few bites and didn't eat much.

Han Chen helped Zhou Mo prepare the Chinese medicine.

The strong and bitter smell of the medicine made it difficult for him to breathe.

However, Zhou Mo still had to drink this black, smelly and unpalatable Chinese medicine.

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

"Drink it first. If it's too bitter, just put a piece of rock candy in your mouth."

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

But good medicine tastes bitter. Now that things have come to this, I have to drink it for the sake of my health.

She doesn't have so many demands anymore.

He closed his eyes, picked up the medicine bowl, and gulped it down in one gulp.

The bitter taste was burning, burning along her mouth, all the way to her esophagus, and finally hitting her stomach.

Han Chen quickly handed over the freshly poured peach juice.

Zhou Mo took it and drank it in big gulps with his eyes closed.

After finishing the cup, Zhou Mo's face was still wrinkled with bitterness.

"Are you okay?" Han Chen asked.

Zhou Mo shook his head.

Han Chen poured her another glass.

Zhou Mo had another drink.

“It’s still so hard.”

"Another drink?"

Zhou Mo waved his hands, "I'm fine."

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

Han Chen frowned and took out a piece of rock candy. "Open your mouth."

Zhou Mo took a look and said disdainfully, "Forget it. Eating candy so late at night will give me a toothache."

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

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

As a result, Han Chen threw the rock sugar into his mouth and bent down to cover Zhou Mo's lips.

Strands of sweetness flowed in Zhou Mo's mouth.

The bitterness on the mucous membrane was licked away, leaving only sweetness.

As the sweetness gets more and more intense, you can't help yourself and some things become out of control.

As the saying goes, when you have enough food and clothing, you will desire sex.

That's about it.

Two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Han Chen came out of the bathroom and then smoothed his freshly dried hair.

Zhou Mo lay limply on the bed, not wanting to move.

Seeing Han Chen walk in, she barely turned over and stretched out her hand towards him.

Han Chen stepped forward and took her hand. "What's wrong? Is your waist hurting?"

Zhou Mo shook his head, "I'm sleepy."

Han Chen leaned over and kissed Zhou Mo on the forehead. "Go to sleep if you're tired. It's too late."

Zhou Mo pushed his chest and said, "It's too late for you to realize this."

Han Chen smiled: "Isn't this because I miss you?"

Zhou Mo smiled, snorted in mock anger, and asked provocatively, "What are you thinking about?"

"I want to go everywhere," Han Chen climbed onto the bed, lying on the other side, and reached out to hold Zhou Mo in his arms, along with the quilt.

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