"Yeah," Zhou Mo nodded, "I was planning to go eat something, but I didn't expect to have low blood sugar."
Han Jue didn't say anything else. He grabbed Zhou Mo's arm with one hand and stopped a taxi with the other hand.
In the end, Han Jue took Zhou Mo to a pasta restaurant.
The shop is dimly lit and has a romantic foreign design. One wall around it is covered with wine cabinets, and there are partitions between the tables. The partitions are half-person-high walls covered with Morandi-colored mosaic tiles, and bunches of baby's breath are placed on the walls.
Zhou Mo frowned and hesitated before sitting down with Han Jue. "This place looks like a place for couples."
After all, she saw an expired couple's meal promotion when she first entered the door.
"Yeah," Han Jue replied indifferently.
Zhou Mo looked at him doubtfully, his eyes seemed to be wondering "Are you okay?"
Han Jue noticed Zhou Mo's strange look and explained, "I don't know where to go. I happened to be in this store three days ago."
What he meant was that he didn't bring her here on purpose, but he didn't know where to go and just happened to know this place, so he came here.
Zhou Mo complained: "You and Han Chen are really brothers."
The way of speaking and thinking is exactly the same.
Until I have no friends.
Han Jue added: "I usually eat in the cafeteria and rarely eat out."
Zhou Mo: "I understand."
Han Jue's living habits seem to be similar to Zhou Zheng's. He only goes between home and work, is busy with work, and has no social activities, let alone going out for dinner or gatherings.
The waiter brought the menu and recommended the store's signature Italian tomato flavor to the two of them.
Zhou Mo rarely ate fast food like hamburgers, and she had no idea what pasta tasted like. She casually asked Han Jue, "Have you ever tried Italian tomato? How does it taste?"
Han Jue: "Not bad."
Zhou Mo was too lazy to choose, "Give me the Italian tomato."
Han Jue chose seafood pasta.
After the waiter left, Zhou Mo said seriously, "Tell me, what did Han Chen ask you to tell me?"
Han Jue was slightly stunned, "How do you know?"
Zhou Mo: "If it was just Aunt Liang who asked you to come see me, why did you bring me to dinner? Han Chen must have asked you for something."
Han Jue curled the corners of his lips in satisfaction, "You are quite smart."
"Han Chen keeps telling me to be smarter, and I always remember that," Zhou Mo paused and said, "The key is—we just met yesterday."
If Han Chen simply wanted to take her on vacation, wouldn't three or five days be enough to see all the sights in the capital? Even with such a tight schedule, he still had to find time to solemnly have a meal with Han Jue. Wasn't this clearly an introduction to Han Jue?
For Han Chen, all of his brothers are trustworthy, but not for Zhou Mo.
Han Chen's brothers have nothing to do with Zhou Mo. They won't help her if she is in trouble.
Han Jue is different.
He and Han Chen are brothers, but not blood-related. Zhou Mo can clearly feel that there is something unusual between him and Han Chen's other brothers.
On the surface, he and Han Chen were not very close, but his words and actions showed his concern and help for Han Chen.
It feels a bit cold outside and hot inside.
"I have my own judgment on who to trust," Zhou Mo said, "Suppose the worst case scenario happens, for example, the Han family puts pressure on Han Chen to divorce me or force us to separate. Han Chen's other brothers will either keep themselves out of it, not interfere or express their opinions, or support the Han family's decision and even become helpers. After all, Han Chen and I have very different family backgrounds, and there is no way to change that. So-called love is so fragile in the face of reality, and I'm not stupid enough to make enemies with everyone behind him just because I love him. I can't do it, and I don't want to. Aunt Liang also warned me of the consequences, and I understand. All I can do is wait for Han Chen. To put it bluntly, I can only leave it to fate."
"Besides, my parents also told me that marriage is the union of two families. Han Chen's family problems should be solved by Han Chen himself. This is what he should do. He can't do it alone, so he must ask for help." Zhou Mo raised his eyes and looked at Han Jue. "If you were like Han Chen's other brothers, you wouldn't appear in front of me right now."
Han Jue smiled indifferently, without any warmth: "What benefit would it bring me to help you? I just simply helped Han Chen pass on a message."
Zhou Mo: "You contacted me to help us. You helped Han Chen by bringing him a word. Don't deny it."
Han Jue denied it: "I didn't help you."
Zhou Mo laughed, but it was an angry laugh.
The stubborn and stubborn look of the man in front of him was exactly the same as Han Chen before.
She stopped forcing Han Jue to admit it and just smiled and said, "Alright. What did Han Chen say?"
Han Jue: "I didn't say anything, just asked you to wait for him."
Zhou Mo: "Just as I thought. Did they say how long to wait?"
Han Jue: "No."
Zhou Mo nodded without saying anything more.
She thought for a moment and took out her phone, "Someone sent me a picture using Han Chen's phone."
Han Jue frowned: "What picture?"
Zhou Mo clicked on the picture and handed the phone to Han Jue.
Han Jue only took a glance and found the clue. "This meal was the night before last, when my family had a dinner together. I was there. This shooting angle..."
Han Jue tried hard to recall where everyone sat during the meal, "It's Second Brother."
Zhou Mo wasn't surprised at all, "Oh."
Han Jue: "It was my second uncle who asked Han Chen to come back, and it was my second brother who took Han Chen's phone away."
Zhou Mo: "What do they want to do? Do they have a clear purpose?"
Han Jue: "No. I think it has something to do with Han Chen's marriage."
Zhou Mo: "But now Han Chen and I are married. The Han family currently has only two choices: either accept it or be forced to accept it."
Han Jue: "Are you so confident?"
Zhou Mo: "It's not confidence, it's really just that there are only these two choices. If they accept it, the family will be happy, isn't that great? If they are forced to accept it, the worst that can happen is that they just don't accept me. Han Chen is still a member of the Han family, and we can't kick him out. Besides, if I force Han Chen to divorce me, Han Chen will not agree. Forcing Han Chen into a dead end will not benefit anyone."
Han Jue: "Really."
"Sir and Madam, your meals are here," the waiter came over with a food cart and served the two people.
Zhou Mo thanked her and then started to eat heartily because she was really hungry.
However, the tableware provided by the restaurant was forks, which Zhou Mo was not used to. She waved to the waiter and asked, "Can you give me chopsticks?"
The waiter was stunned for a moment, his expression stiff, and then he said, "Okay."
Han Jue frowned and looked at her, puzzled: "This is pasta."
Zhou Mo didn't care: "No matter what kind of noodles, don't you have to eat them in the end? I've been eating noodles for almost 30 years, and I always use chopsticks. It's up to others to use forks, but I use chopsticks anyway."
Han Jue looked at Zhou Mo and suddenly fell into deep thought.
"You are really different."
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