Half an hour later.
Zhou Mo was woken up by Han Chen while he was in a daze.
"Get up, lazy pig," Han Chen sat beside the bed and pinched Zhou Mo's face, "Get up and eat something first, then take the medicine."
Zhou Mo was sleepy. He rubbed his eyes and turned over.
Han Chen grabbed some clothes from the side, lifted Zhou Mo's arm, and put the clothes on her.
Zhou Mo was not used to having someone dress her before, but since her waist, legs and arms ached every time she got up, she gave up struggling and let Han Chen dress her.
Han Chen patted her back and said, "Go wash up first."
Zhou Mo nodded, stood up, supported his legs and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Han Chen looked at her back as she walked strangely and couldn't help but smile.
Zhou Mo felt someone was "ridiculing" her, and she turned around abruptly.
Han Chen also cooperated and immediately stopped smiling, "I'll wait for you outside."
Zhou Mo glared at him and turned into the bathroom.
Han Chen went out to buy breakfast.
There is a pedestrian street two blocks away from Xiangbin Yali, which is full of various small shops. Zhou Mo often buys breakfast there.
Zhou Mo had a good appetite today. There was only one steamed dumpling left in the tray. She couldn't finish it, so she gave it to Han Chen.
"Not eating anymore?" Han Chen asked.
"Yeah, I'm full." Zhou Mo held the soy milk and drank it slowly, one sip at a time. As she drank, she tasted something different. "Why is their soy milk so sweet today? It's not usually this sweet."
"You always complain that their soy milk isn't sweet enough, so I just added some sugar. Too sweet? Let me try it," Han Chen took the soy milk from Zhou Mo and took a sip. "It's okay. How about you drink mine?"
"No need," Zhou Mo took back his cup of soy milk, "I just like sweet."
Han Chen smiled, "Is it sweet only when I'm around?"
Zhou Mo: "No, you are the sweetest."
The two had breakfast together.
Zhou Mo was responsible for cleaning the kitchen, while Han Chen went to the bathroom, took the mop and filled it with water.
When Zhou Mo came out of the kitchen, she saw Han Chen coming out of the bathroom carrying a bucket for mopping the floor.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Mo asked.
"Cleaning the room," Han Chen said, "usually you clean it by yourself, but I can't live here for nothing, so I can't let you do the housework alone."
Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment, and was deeply shocked.
She walked forward, suddenly hugged Han Chen's waist, and put her face on his chest, "How can you be so nice?"
Zhou Mo looked up at him and said, "Tell me, what medicine did you take? How did you become so nice, so considerate, and think about me?"
Han Chen ruffled her hair. "True concern and care are about putting yourself in other people's shoes. When I lived at home, I didn't think it was a big deal with my mom and aunt. After going abroad, I had to rely on myself for everything, and then I realized that things like washing clothes and mopping the floor are a waste of time and energy. After moving into Century Garden, I haven't called in a housekeeper once; I do all the cleaning myself."
Zhou Mo was shocked. "You cleaned it all by yourself? I thought it was housekeeping."
Han Chen: "Where do I have that kind of money?"
Zhou Mo: "But aren't you usually very busy? How do you have time to clean the house? And clean it so well."
Han Chen: "I did it during my breaks. I usually keep it in good condition. My mom comes to help clean it up occasionally."
Zhou Mo held his waist and rocked him, "You are now truly on the path to becoming a good husband, and there is no turning back."
Han Chen was proud: "That's right."
Zhou Mo: "So, it seems I'm not a good wife. What should I do?"
Han Chen gently scratched Zhou Mo's nose and said, "I'll be a good husband, and you don't have to be a good wife. You just need to be my wife."
Zhou Mo chuckled, "Then you mop the floor and I'll wipe the table."
Han Chen: "No, go and rest, I can handle it. You drank so much last night, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
Zhou Mo nodded: "It's uncomfortable, my head still hurts now."
Han Chen pulled Zhou Mo and brought him to the coffee table. "Here are the medicine and water. Drink it and go to sleep. Be obedient."
"Yeah," Zhou Mo nodded heavily.
After drinking the medicine obediently, she turned around and went to the bedroom to rest.
After Han Chen cleaned the house by himself, lunch time was already over.
The two of them got up late in the morning and had breakfast late, so they were not hungry at this time.
But Han Chen was already thinking about what to eat for lunch.
Zhou Mo complained of a headache, and Han Chen wanted to make something to eat to make her feel better.
After much deliberation, I finally decided to drink porridge.
Zhou Mo is picky about food and probably wouldn't want to drink plain porridge. Han Chen plans to make some vegetable porridge and then buy some braised food.
When Zhou Mo woke up, Han Chen had already prepared lunch.
She didn't want to get up because her whole body was sore, especially her waist, which was sore and swollen.
Han Chen frowned, rubbing her spine while checking it. "Come to the clinic when you have time. I'll give you a checkup and take some X-rays. It's not a solution to keep hurting like this."
Zhou Mo turned his head and glared at him, "Who do you blame? It's still you."
Han Chen: "I'm afraid of hurting you, so I always use a pillow."
Zhou Mo snorted softly, "I used a cushion, but my waist still hurts. I told you to be gentler, but you never did."
Han Chen: "I was wrong."
He leaned forward and pecked Zhou Mo's little mouth, which was pouting in complaint.
"Are you hungry? Get up and have lunch."
"I'm not hungry," Zhou Mo asked, "What did you do? Is there anything delicious?"
"Are you still craving something delicious? You drank so much yesterday, aren't you feeling uncomfortable?" Han Chen said, "Let's take care of ourselves first."
Zhou Mo tutted, "You're still talking about taking care of yourself, as if we're going to have a baby soon."
Han Chen suddenly paused, "It's not impossible."
Zhou Mo: “…”
Han Chen: "How about we have a baby first?"
Zhou Mo was anxious. "I haven't graduated yet. Not to mention that pregnancy will delay my graduation, even if I give birth, it will be a problem how to take care of the baby."
Han Chen: "I have my mom and Aunt Liu, why can't I bring them?"
Zhou Mo glared at him: "Are you giving birth to a child for your parents?"
Han Chen was speechless for a moment, "Then let's think about it again."
Zhou Mo knelt down and faced Han Chen. "Wait a little longer. We haven't told our parents about our marriage yet."
Han Chen nodded, "Yeah."
Zhou Mo also felt a little uncomfortable.
If Han Chen didn't marry her, given his current situation, he could definitely consider having children.
He has a car, a house and a stable career.
But meeting her...maybe this is Han Chen's doom.
Zhou Mo is not a person who likes children, and... she doesn't want to become a woman who lives only for her family. She wants to be herself and try her best to pursue what she said she wanted, including education and career.
She understood that Han Chen was accommodating her, but she didn't know how long this accommodation would last.
Han Chen likes children.
Just look at how he treats Zong Yi.
Zhou Mo was caught in a struggle between self-blame and himself, struggling bitterly.
A happy life is always short, and long-term worries are the norm.
Han Chen only had one day off on Saturday during the weekend.
On Sunday, he was busy going to the hospital to prepare for the case report. ?
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