Zhou Mo hugged Han Chen and patted his back. "Don't worry, there is always a way."
She said it in the same way he had coaxed her just now.
"This matter really cannot be rushed," Han Chen pulled Zhou Mo over and made her face him, "We have to find a way to get your friend to move out."
"..." Zhou Mo's face was full of black lines, "You wouldn't plan to do something bad in front of me, right?"
"How can this be a bad thing? It's obviously a good thing," Han Chen said, "Help Lu Zhishu and Shen Pan."
Zhou Mo squinted his eyes at him and sneered, "That's a nice way to put it, but you're helping yourself."
Han Chen took out his cell phone and said, "I'll call Lu Zhishu now."
"What?" Zhou Mo was shocked.
"Tell him to find a place for Shen Pan to live."
"...You're really a man of action," Zhou Mo pressed down Han Chen's phone, "Let's stop making trouble, okay? When Chen Pan comes back, you and I will go to Century Garden to live, that should be okay?"
"It's inconvenient with my mom here."
"That's right," Zhou Mo thought to himself. It was indeed inconvenient considering the way Han Chen was making such a fuss last night.
"unless……"
"Unless what?"
"Unless we go to a hotel."
“…”
"You also think it's inappropriate, right?" Han Chen asked.
"It's more than inappropriate." Zhou Mo was speechless. They were already married, but he still had to get a room.
Perhaps no newlyweds are more unlucky than them?
"But it's useless. It seems there is no other way." Zhou Mo looked at Han Chen helplessly. "I suddenly envy the heroines in those domineering boss novels."
Han Chen frowned, "What do you mean?"
Zhou Mo: "At least the boss has a few houses to start with, so he doesn't have to worry about having no place to do business."
"..." Han Chen couldn't help laughing: "Do you think I'm too poor?"
"Do you think I should despise your poverty?" Zhou Mo teased, "Your Highness, you still owe Liang Dongyan two hundred thousand."
Han Chen touched his nose and said, "Actually... more than that."
"Huh?" Zhou Mo was shocked: "You still have debts that I don't know about?"
Han Chen glanced away and said, "I'll ask Liang Dongyan later about the exact amount I owe... I can't remember..."
"..." Zhou Mo's face was full of black lines again. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and secretly complained: "Big-negative-older."
Zhou Mo thought to herself that she finally understood why so many married girls loved to read stories about domineering CEOs.
If my husband had been more ambitious, I wouldn't be so fond of a paper man, right?
Although they were newlyweds, Zhou Mo felt that she and Han Chen were already developing the disdainful relationship of an old married couple.
The two were on their way to Century Garden.
Zhou Mo was busy fiddling with his phone, apparently texting someone on WeChat.
Han Chen drove the car, waiting for Zhou Mo to take the initiative to find a topic to chat. After waiting for a long time, Zhou Mo didn't speak, and he was still buried in front of his phone typing frantically. He frowned: "Who are you chatting with?"
"Song Yan."
"Why are you chatting with him again?"
Zhou Mo raised his eyes, "What do you mean 'again'? The way you use the word, it sounds like I've done something behind your back before."
Han Chen was shocked and felt that his choice of words was inappropriate. He changed the question: "What are you talking about?"
Zhou Mo: "My classmate, Zhuo Da, is the one who tested the formaldehyde for Aunt Liang. He sent over the test report, saying the formaldehyde level exceeded the standard and the house is uninhabitable. I was thinking of buying some green plants to remove the formaldehyde. Song Yan knows a lot about green plants, so I wanted to ask him where to buy them the cheapest."
Han Chen was speechless for a moment.
He just kept thinking about why Zhou Mo ignored him, and never expected that Zhou Mo had been helping him and taking care of his mother's affairs.
"Did you find out?" he asked.
"Song Yan said that green plants can't achieve the ideal formaldehyde removal effect, and it's better to open windows for ventilation. His statement is inconsistent with our common sense. I asked him where he saw this conclusion, and he said he saw it in the news. I am skeptical about the results of green plants in removing formaldehyde." Zhou Mo put away his phone and said, "Go back and check the literature. If there is any literature reporting that green plants have no formaldehyde removal effect, or the effect is not ideal, then don't buy them. It would be useless to buy them."
"Your doctorate was not earned in vain." Han Chen smiled.
"Discovering problems without seeking to fully understand them is the very meaning of a PhD," Zhou Mo said, reflecting on something. "I recently accompanied my mom to a class reunion, and some people were commenting on me, saying I was almost thirty and immature, childish, and didn't look like a PhD. I thought to myself, some of the talented young people in Renmin University of China's junior class are already pursuing PhDs before they're even eighteen, and you still call them childish? Since when did a PhD become synonymous with personality and age? A PhD requires rigorous scientific thinking and thorough research logic. In other words, being able to publish papers and conduct research projects is enough. Not everyone can win a Nobel Prize; mastering basic scientific research techniques and skills is a qualified researcher. There was news a while ago about a man in his forties or fifties taking the postgraduate entrance exam. The government allows it, but there are always some people who worry too much and use stereotypes to frame others, not realizing that they are the ones being framed."
Han Chen couldn't help laughing, "There are quite a few small complaints."
Zhou Mo: "Obviously there are too many thoughtless nitpickers."
Han Chen: "Go on."
Zhou Mo: "What?"
Han Chen: "Your little complaint."
Zhou Mo: "...Gone."
Han Chen: "What if I still want to listen?"
Zhou Mo looked at him suspiciously, with questioning and a hint of disgust in his eyes.
Han Chen: "I'm not used to you not talking."
Zhou Mo's face turned black: "What do you mean? Do you think I'm noisy?"
Han Chen: "I just don't like your quietness."
Just now, Zhou Mo lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone. He didn't say anything for a while. Han Chen felt very uncomfortable.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
