I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

"Bang bang bang".

A violent and urgent knock on the door suddenly appeared in the gap between lightning and thunder.

Zhou Mo, who was lying on the sofa watching a horror movie, was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out.

He opened the door with his slippers on, "Who is it?"

Outside the door, the drenched man was more terrifying than a ghost, and she was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

It turned out to be Han Chen... her high school opponent and her first love...

He was drenched in the rain, his hair was stuck on his head like a pot lid, his white shirt was smeared with stains, and his black trousers were full of mud spots.

Although he was already ten years ago, the youthful young man of that year, under the sculpting of the years, has already put on a more profound face, and his figure has also changed from thin to strong, and his handsome appearance is completely different.

But Zhou Mo still recognized him at a glance.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Mo was a little embarrassed.

"It's me, Han Chen." Han Chen's voice was a little hoarse.

"I know, I recognize it."

A trace of disbelief flashed in Han Chen's dark eyes, and then he became clear again, "I have something to discuss with you."

"Well, you said."

After waiting for a long time, there was no more text, only Han Chen's brows were tightly furrowed, his face was tense, and his thin lips were pursed into a line, as if there was something unspeakable.

For so many years, his indifferent, gloomy and reticent personality has not changed. It seems that saying a few more words can kill him.

"Say, what's the matter?" Zhou Mo urged.

"Can you get married?"

"..."

This person is really, either he doesn't speak, or he is so horrified when he speaks.

Zhou Mo wondered if there was something wrong with his ears, "With whom, you?"

She didn't have a brain twitch, but just wanted to confirm what Han Chen meant, whether it was what she understood.

Han Chen nodded slightly. It just so happened that the voice-activated light in the corridor was off. His black eyes couldn't tell the difference between joy and sorrow, they melted into the dim light, deep and unfathomable.

"What's the reason?" Zhou Mo was quite rational, she knew that she was still excited about this man's sudden appearance, after all, her first love, but his current appearance was not enough to distract her.

"My mother is sick."

Concise and concise.

"understood."

Without Han Chen's explanation, Zhou Mo completely understood what Han Chen was thinking.

Although Zhou Mo seldom went home after entering university, and hadn't seen Han Chen and her mother much, but he vaguely heard from his parents that Han Chen's mother seemed to be sick and had heart problems.

Han Chen grew up with his mother. To comfort his sick old mother, Zhou Mo understood.

Moreover, Han Chen's mother has a good personality, is very gentle, and treats her well.

Her "underground love affair" with Han Chen was unknown to her parents, but Han Chen's mother was the only one who knew the secret.

When she used to go to school, she went to Han Chen's house to ask questions about homework, and Han Chen's mother would close the door for them, and sometimes she would go out for a walk under the pretext of giving them enough space to be alone.

But she and Han Chen really had nothing to do, nothing related to Pink Bubbles happened, they were just answering questions.

After Han Chen's mother fell ill, she stayed in a nursing home. Han Chen went to university in the imperial capital, and their relationship with their own family was gradually severed.

"Can you agree?" Han Chen's voice was deep and fast, a little anxious.

"Let me think about it." Zhou Mo hesitated.

Han Chen simply took out the wallet from his pocket, opened it, took out two cards, and stuffed them into Zhou Mo's hands.

"One is my salary card, the other is extra-salary income, and the password is 931111. You should know my job, the number is not much, and there are only these at present. There are suites that are being paid for housing loans, and the car is full payment."

It was the first time I heard Han Chen say so much "nonsense". Zhou Mo looked at the bank card that was still a bit trendy in his hand, and felt a little uncomfortable in addition to being shocked.

This can be regarded as having a car and a house, asshole, better than her.

Zhou Mo followed suit, went to the house, took out his own card, and handed it to him: "All the belongings, but I agree, I don't have a car or a house, so don't think I'm a drag on you."

Han Chen was surprised, "You agreed?"

Zhou Mo nodded, "I'm not stupid. When looking for a partner these days, don't you first look at material conditions and then looks? You are not bad in all aspects."

Besides, her parents must like him.

Not only because Han Chen is a neighbor he has known since childhood and has excellent grades, but also because of Han Chen's profession - doctor.

In the eyes of her parents, a public institution means stability, and stability equals happiness.

Zhou Mo's father is a civil servant, and his mother is a junior high school teacher. They are both public officials, and their thinking is relatively conservative.

Zhou Mo doesn't care about the job of her future partner, but she doesn't want to disappoint her parents.

After all, they have been disappointed once.

"Put away your card yourself," Han Chen pushed back the hand she was handing the card to.

The moment his hand touched Zhou Mo, Zhou Mo only felt that the back of his hand was hot. This was not Han Chen's body temperature, at least not his previous body temperature.

The hot touch stimulated Zhou Mo, and she instantly noticed something abnormal.

Looking at Han Chen's face again, his complexion was a bit pale, his lips were not of normal color, and his face was covered with dense drops of water, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain.

"Do you have a fever?"

Han Chen was silent, closed his eyes slightly, endured the discomfort, and nodded slightly.

"You come in first," Zhou Mo really convinced him, "We can't be in a hurry to get married, so we should choose a day with good weather."

As he spoke, he bent down and opened the shoe cabinet to find slippers for him.

Han Chen, who came in last, was about to close the door when he stopped suddenly, "Then I'll come back tomorrow."

Zhou Mo threw the slippers in front of him, stood up with one hand on his hips, and looked at him angrily, "Okay, you come over tomorrow, dress up better, remember to buy flowers, you need 999 red roses, and you can't get a diamond ring." Less than five carats, otherwise no discussion."

Han Chen knew that she was talking ironically, so he just sullenly said nothing.

"Come in after changing your shoes. Don't step on the floor and get dirty." Zhou Mo turned and went into the house, took a new towel and a new set of men's pajamas, pointed to the bathroom and urged, "Go in."

Han Chen didn't pick it up, and glanced at Zhou Mo by chance, but didn't see her face, only the top of her hair and the fair neck in the collar of her pajamas.

Her hair was not completely dry, and her jet-black hair was brushed sideways, exuding a faint fragrance of lily-of-the-valley.

The two-piece pajamas are conservative and old-fashioned, nothing can be seen at all, only the skin on the neck is exposed, it can be seen that she is still as white as before, crystal clear, so white that it glows.

Zhou Mo lowered his head, all his attention was on the things in his hands, wondering if there was something missing.

"I have so many things here, you just use it."

Zhou Mo stuffed things into Han Chen's mind.

Han Chen frowned, "Has someone else used it?"

He means men's pajamas.

"It's new, it's never been used. It's not time to give it away, so it's divided," Zhou Mochou said first, "I just broke up with my ex, if you mind, it's too late to regret it now."

She means marriage.

Han Chen lowered his eyes and looked at the sapphire blue men's pajamas in his hand. It was made of real silk and felt smooth to the touch. He knew it was expensive at a glance.

And he also knows Zhou Mo's recent situation, he is studying for a Ph. D., but he has not graduated, and has no financial income.

It's a pity that she has a lot of thoughts.

"Have you and him broken off yet?"