Han Chen: Do you think Fifth Brother has this idea?
Han Ji: Who can understand his thoughts? He has been distant from us since he was a child, and even more so now. He is busy with work and hasn't been home for several months. A few days ago, Grandpa complained about him, and Fourth Uncle even tried to smooth things over for him.
Everyone knows that if you don’t come back, it means you don’t want to come back.
However, Han Jue's identity was special and he was not favored. Only Han Shi could step in to ease the delicate relationship between him and Han Hongde.
Han Chen: I'll ask Fifth Brother.
Han Ji: I think it’s possible, and...if things go wrong, it might end up like your third brother and I.
Han Chen understood what Han Ji meant.
It was supposed to be the third brother Han Chi who married Ai Zhiyin, but in the end it became Han Ji.
Han Ji was an indifferent passerby at the beginning, but after being forced to accept this marriage, he became a player and a chess piece in the game.
Han Ji doesn't love Ai Zhiyin, and he still doesn't love her.
Such a result is a lose-lose situation for Han Ji and Han Chi.
Han Ji reminded him and also gave him a warning.
He was afraid that Han Chen would follow the same path as him and Han Chi.
Han Chen: Thank you, second brother, I understand.
He can't rely on others to solve his own problems. It's time for him to step forward and solve all the problems himself.
Especially the matter of Luo Fu.
Han Chen: When will you return to the capital?
Han Ji: I have some things to do in Dongjiang, I will be back in a few days.
Han Chen: What’s the matter?
Han Ji: Nothing.
Han Chen didn't ask any further questions.
He is not a good person.
But he still had some doubts about Han Ji's stay.
Originally, Han Ji said that he came to Dongjiang to inform him of the news.
After reporting the news, Han Ji did not leave immediately, but waited for a few days...
Han Chen thought for a moment, turned his head to look at the person sleeping beside him. He put down his phone, gently put his arm around Zhou Mo, and fell asleep with her.
…
The next day.
Zhou Mo's alarm clock rang on time.
She stretched and suddenly felt sore all over, the pain made her gasp.
Although my body hurts, my heart is sweet.
Han Chen has a habit of staying in bed too long and is always grumpy when getting up. He went to bed late last night, so it is impossible for him to get up earlier than Zhou Mo.
Zhou Mo leaned forward, brushed aside Han Chen's hair from his forehead, and observed him carefully.
Since Han Chen shaved his head, his hair has grown a lot longer. He doesn't have time to spend too much time taking care of his hair. He only does it casually when he passes by the barber shop in the garage of the hospital after get off work.
In addition, he had no chance to get a haircut during his time in Manshan, so his hair was now a complete mess.
It was even messier than the rainy day when I went to talk to her about getting married.
Han Chen was sleeping on his stomach with one side of his face pressed into the pillow. I wonder if it was numb.
Zhou Mo lowered her head and looked at his sleeping face. She felt inexplicably fond of him and gently kissed his forehead, just as he often kissed her.
There is pity in the joy, and afterwards the heart is filled with comfort and satisfaction.
Han Chen felt very itchy from Zhou Mo's rustling. His eyebrows twitched and his eyes opened dazedly.
The voice was lazy and hoarse, "Is it time?"
"Well," Zhou Mo asked with a smile, "Can you get up? Or you can go to sleep and I will go to work by myself."
"No, I promised to take you there, so I will." Han Chen turned his face to the other side and continued confusedly: "Go wash up first, give me five more minutes."
Zhou Mo couldn't help laughing.
Han Chen acted like a primary school student who couldn't get out of bed and was bargaining with his parents.
Zhou Mo was helpless, "Just go to sleep. If you can't get up, then don't get up. Don't get hard."
"Yes, I can definitely..." His voice was clearly filled with sleepiness, but he was still being stubborn.
Seeing that it was getting late, Zhou Mo immediately got out of bed and went to wash up.
She usually doesn't have the habit of making breakfast in the morning and will buy it on the way to work.
There is a snack street near the college, and there are also several small shops selling breakfast.
I woke up pretty much on time, so I didn't have time to make breakfast.
Although she really wanted to make the first breakfast after Han Chen returned, time did not allow it.
Zhou Mo packed up in a hurry.
Seeing that the person on the bed hadn't moved, Zhou Mo thought for a moment and called out, "Han Chen, get up."
As she spoke, she picked up her pillow and gently hit Han Chen on the back.
Han Chen made a confused "hmm" sound, then slowly bent his body like a zombie and crawled up bit by bit.
Zhou Mo glared at him helplessly, "If not, you should just continue sleeping."
By the time Han Chen finishes his time here, Zhou Mo will be late.
"Right away, very soon," Han Chen knelt on the bed, his eyes still closed. He rubbed his face randomly, got out of bed in a daze, and walked to the bathroom.
Zhou Mo looked at the time and said, "Ten minutes! I have to leave in ten minutes, otherwise I'll be late."
"Enough," Han Chen's voice was unclear, and he was obviously brushing his teeth.
Ten minutes later.
Han Chen was dressed neatly and stood in front of Zhou Mo.
It's really hard for him.
Han Chen was obviously more energetic after washing his face. His hair on his forehead was still wet, so Zhou Mo took some paper from the dining table and wiped it for him.
Han Chen frowned: "Never mind, let's go quickly, don't be late."
Zhou Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are all your doctors so rough?"
She touched Han Chen's face, which was very dry, without any facial oil on it.
"I didn't use facial cleanser," Han Chen said.
According to Han Chen's logic, the implication is that if you don't use facial cleanser and your face isn't dry, you don't need to apply facial oil.
Zhou Mo was helpless. If he were to do it now, it would definitely be too late.
Han Chen has his own logic and persistence. He has never cared much about dressing up. No matter how much Zhou Mo lectures him, it will be useless.
Zhou Mo bought him all kinds of men's skin care products. He used them on and off. When time was tight, like now, he basically didn't do any unnecessary steps.
The two went downstairs together.
Zhou Mo suddenly realized, "Is your car at the hospital?"
"Well, drive your car," Han Chen said, "my car was borrowed recently."
"Huh? Who?" Zhou Mo was surprised and handed his car keys to Han Chen.
Han Chen took it, "Doctor Lu from the cardiac surgery department."
Zhou Mo: "Why did he lend you his car? Doesn't he have a car of his own?"
Han Chen: "He's accompanying his girlfriend back to her parents' home. His car is a Wrangler, which isn't as recognizable as a BMW."
It took Zhou Mo a moment to react and understand.
The emotional pick-up is just for show.
Zhou Mo: "They say a car is a man's 'little wife'. Aren't you afraid that your 'little wife' will be scratched or bumped?"
Han Chen gently pushed Zhou Mo's waist, signaling her to get in the car. He bent down and kissed her lips, "I only have one wife."
Zhou Mo smiled and got on the passenger seat.
Han Chen started the car and backed it out of the parking space.
"This car feels good. Have you driven it? How does it feel?" Han Chen asked.
"fine."
Come to think of it, it seemed like this was Han Chen's first time driving her car.
"A 'little husband' worth three hundred thousand really can't be that bad." Han Chen joked.
"What do you mean 'little husband'?"
"You said a car is a man's 'little wife'. For a woman, isn't it a 'little husband'?"
"Go to hell." Zhou Mo cursed with a smile.
He is not a good person.
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