Back home.
Zhou Mo had finished washing up and was tidying up in the kitchen.
Han Chen came out of the bathroom, and Zhou Mo hadn't finished cleaning up yet.
He went into the kitchen, wanting to help.
"Is there more?" he asked.
"Yeah," Zhou Mo was packing the things Liu Xiangru brought.
There were freshly braised pig's trotters, chicken legs, chicken wings, eggs, as well as ham and sausages sent from Yushan.
"Let me help you," Han Chen stood shoulder to shoulder with her and helped her hold the bag.
"The refrigerator is almost full," Zhou Mo said, "The last time my dad came over, he brought a lot of food. Before we finished eating, my mom brought new food."
"As a token of our elders' kindness, we must accept it. Besides... Aunt Liu's cooking skills are really good, and these things taste really good."
"Isn't it?" Zhou Mo smiled, looking proud.
Who wouldn’t be proud to have a mother with such great skills?
However, Zhou Mo thought of something and asked, "Aunt Liang hasn't been to our place for a long time. Let's go see her someday. She lives alone in your house and must be quite lonely."
Han Chen: "Yeah."
Zhou Mo snorted lightly: "You unfilial son, she is your mother, and you don't even think about accompanying her?"
Han Chen: "My mother used to letting me do what I wanted. When I was little, she was busy and didn't have much time to care about me. If she did, it was only about my words and actions. As I grew up, she paid even less attention to me. We didn't even talk on the phone that often. When I was abroad, I only spoke to her once a month."
Zhou Mo: "Since you have become a member of our family, you must follow our family rules. You must go home regularly to visit your parents. This is the rule of our Zhou family."
Han Chen smiled: "Okay."
The two of them packed up their things together.
Zhou Mo went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
After touching the greasy meat, her obsession with cleanliness prompted her to wash her hands more often.
Han Chen waited for her for a long time. Seeing that Zhou Mo was still hesitating, he went straight to the bathroom and quickly helped Zhou Mo wash off the foam on her hands.
"What are you doing? I haven't finished washing yet."
"Your skin will peel if you wash it again," Han Chen couldn't bear it. He quickly rinsed her and then took out a tissue to wipe her hands clean. "Let's go to bed."
Zhou Mo frowned, "I feel like I still haven't washed it clean."
Han Chen squeezed her hand, preventing her from moving. "I washed it a long time ago. Don't make things difficult for yourself."
He turned over Zhou Mo's palm and sniffed it. "There's no other smell except the smell of hand sanitizer. If you don't believe me, smell it for yourself."
Han Chen pushed Zhou Mo's hand in front of her nose. Zhou Mo quickly turned her head with an unwilling look on her face.
No one else is so disgusted with even his own hands.
"How about... I think of a solution for you?"
Zhou Mo looked at him doubtfully: "What method?"
Han Chen smirked, "I'll give you a different flavor to cover it up."
Zhou Mo: "What's that smell?"
Han Chen took Zhou Mo's hand and led her to the bedroom.
Two hours later.
Zhou Mo rushed into the bathroom in a hurry, muttering to himself and cursing Han Chen for being "shameless".
Han Chen has his own explanation.
Sterile, all protein.
Where is it dirty?
After washing his hands, Zhou Mo returned to the bedroom angrily, staring at Han Chen. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he looked ferocious.
Han Chen leaned against the head of the bed, playing with his mobile phone leisurely.
Zhou Mo came back, he looked up, and then met Zhou Mo's murderous eyes.
"Don't be angry." Han Chen put down his phone, reached out and pulled Zhou Mo over, letting her sit on the edge of the bed. He had a wicked smile on his face, ignoring Zhou Mo's dark face the whole time. He said, "Let me see if it's clean."
As he spoke, he pulled Zhou Mo's hand up, put it to his nose and sniffed, "It only smells like hand sanitizer. It smells pretty good."
Zhou Mo pulled his hand back and pushed Han Chen's shoulder with his backhand.
She was furious.
Han Chen is such a dog.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't get it on my hands? Liar! Big liar!"
Zhou Mo went berserk, pulled out the pillow from behind Han Chen, and threw it at Han Chen frantically.
Han Chen raised his arms to block, but Zhou Mo's attack was so fierce that he couldn't resist.
Zhou Mo kept beating until his anger subsided.
Han Chen was not annoyed at all, but instead had a meaningful smile on his face.
“It’s hard to control.”
Zhou Mo's face turned black: "..."
Han Chen pulled Zhou Mo's arm and said half-coaxingly, "Don't stand anymore. Come up and sleep."
Zhou Mo didn't believe him at all now and shook off his hand with his arm.
Han Chen had no choice but to continue coaxing, "Stop making trouble, okay? I was wrong."
Zhou Mo felt relieved at this moment.
She rolled over into bed.
Han Chen actively helped her arrange the pillows and even dusted them to make them softer.
"Go to sleep," Han Chen patted her shoulder.
Zhou Mo was already sleepy, and if Han Chen hadn't asked her to do something else, she would have fallen asleep long ago.
She turned over and lay down.
Han Chen, who was standing by, stepped forward, put his arms around her waist, lay on his side, and insisted on sleeping next to her.
After lying down for a while, Han Chen felt uncomfortable.
He pushed Zhou Mo's shoulders and let her lie on her side with her back to him. He put his arm around Zhou Mo's waist and pulled her towards him, and Zhou Mo fell heavily into his arms.
Zhou Mo was speechless. She had just begun to feel sleepy, but he pushed her and she woke up instantly.
"Annoying," Zhou Mo complained softly, closing his eyes and continuing to try to fall asleep.
However, after being startled by Han Chen just now, he was no longer sleepy at all.
Uncomfortable.
Zhou Mo was very angry. As if to vent her anger, she slapped Han Chen's arm that was on her waist.
"What's wrong?" Han Chen's voice was a little confused. Obviously, he had just fallen asleep. Zhou Mo patted him and he thought Zhou Mo was calling him.
"Give it back."
"What's coming back?"
Zhou Mo paused, "Nothing, go to sleep."
"Oh," Han Chen raised his head and kissed Zhou Mo's cheek lightly from behind her ear, "I'm suddenly not sleepy anymore."
Zhou Mo: “…”
Han Chen held Zhou Mo's hands tightly, and her back was pressed perfectly against his chest.
Han Chen's voice appeared above Zhou Mo's head, "Aunt Liu asked me today when the wedding will be held."
Zhou Mo: "Next year, when the weather gets warmer."
Han Chen: "Yeah. I know you're afraid of the cold. What about you? When do you want to go?"
Zhou Mo thought for a moment, "It seems... I'm not that excited about it. I feel fine now. Holding a wedding... would take up too much time. Next year, you and Duan Feng will compete for the rank of associate professor, right? Then it will only get busier."
Han Chen was silent. He lowered his head and gently pecked Zhou Mo on the top of his head.
Zhou Mo: "Let's talk about it later. I don't have that much time to think about it right now. I have to produce an article next year, otherwise my doctoral studies will definitely be delayed."
Han Chen: "There are too many trivial matters, and I don't have time to enjoy the good times."
Zhou Mo: "It's not a trivial matter, it's an important matter. As for the wedding, if it can't be held next year, there's still the year after. Your professional title will fall behind, and you'll be behind everyone else from now on. You'll still be a candidate next year, but maybe not even the year after. It's the same with my article. I can't publish it, so I can only postpone my graduation year after year. If I can't graduate, when will I be able to work and earn money?"
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