"Are you okay? Do you want to ask your teacher for leave?" Han Chen asked.
"No need, I just have a cold." It's not good to take too many days off.
"Want me to take you to work tomorrow?"
"No need," Zhou Mo flatly refused, "You have to go to work early, and you have to run over to pick me up. It's too much trouble. Besides, you can't get up."
Han Chen: "I don't have to go back tonight."
"You're not going back?" Zhou Mo asked, "You want to live with me?"
"It's convenient for you to take it."
"No, you should go back," Zhou Mo said, "I'm not that fragile. It's just a cold. It's not something that would cause me to miss class."
Han Chen frowned: "Okay."
After dinner, Zhou Mo saw Han Chen off.
Before leaving, Han Chen hugged Zhou Mo.
After this separation, we haven’t seen each other for another week.
"Take your medicine on time."
"good."
"I'm leaving."
"Well, bye."
…
The next day.
Zhou Mo went to work with a dizzy head.
Zhao Xiaoshuang saw that Zhou Mo was listless, coughing and wiping her nose from time to time. She asked, "Senior Sister, are you...catching a cold?"
"Hmm," Zhou Mo felt uncomfortable all over.
Zhao Xiaoshuang: "It's just that the flag of being sick can't be set casually."
She took Zhou Mo's cup and stood up to get some hot water for Zhou Mo.
"Thank you," Zhou Mo took it. "Where are Xiao Ding and the others?"
"I went to class," Zhao Xiaoshuang said. "Xiao Chi and Jia Hui can't come either. Jia Hui just recovered from the flu, but Xiao Chi is sick again, and Jia Hui is taking care of him."
Zhou Mo's head buzzed, and she quickly picked up her phone to send a message to Han Chen.
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