I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

In the end, after thinking wildly, Zhou Mo came to the conclusion that whoever said it was hard was obviously soft.

In fact, it is not that Zhou Mo and Han Chen did not have a closer relationship, and even Zhou Mo took the initiative to mention it at the beginning, but the time is too long, Zhou Mo has to forget, what is the feeling of blushing, heartbeat, and breathing disorder? taste.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen at the peak of hormone secretion, when it comes to "intimacy", most of them are dominated by irrational factors such as genes and hormones, and many people call it "impulse".

With the precipitation of time and experience, and the decline of hormone levels, reason gradually takes the dominant position in judging the occurrence of "intimate" relationships.

For example, when Zhou Mo is considering a marriage partner now, he often draws a radar map of the other party in his mind. Only when all the indicators are ideal can he enter the next stage.

Of course, except for Han Chen.

He is here with Zhou Mo, and all the indicators are top marks.

There is only one item that Zhou Mo cares about the most, and Han Chen is almost zero.

It is the ultimate luxury in marriage - love.

Does Han Chen have love with her?

Zhou Mo could only answer, yes.

very short.It only existed for less than six months, and then disappeared without a trace, and it was at the age when hormone secretion was the most vigorous.

At that time, she didn't know whether she was ignorant or bold, and she showed her covetousness towards Han Chen's body.

Now it is completely different, it is also Han Chen, but the accidental touch made her tremble for a long time.

Waited about 10 minutes.

Han Chen turned off the computer, and when it was off, he simply tidied up the desk and tidied up the books and medical records.

"Your current habits are pretty good," Zhou Mo said.

"Well," Han Chen was taken aback for a moment.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the former Han Chen was sloppy.

When Han Chen lived across the street from her house, he had his own study. The two most important things in the study were various model airplanes and books, and they were thrown everywhere. If he picked up a book from the ground, there might be a model airplane under it.

Liang Xinyun said he wanted to clean up for him, but Han Chen refused to let him die, and even lost his temper with Liang Xinyun, insisting that Liang Xinyun touch his things.

Zhou Mo was lucky enough to go into Han Chen's study several times, and Zhou Mo's impression there was similar to the garbage dump she imagined.

The huge desk is piled with stacks of books and study materials. Zhou Mo even teased him, saying that his desk looks more like a returning scientist than a returning scientist.

There wasn't even a place to stay in the room, Zhou Mo moved his foot once, and almost stepped on a hobbyking-l39 of him.

Han Chen hurriedly stopped her and called out, "Don't touch my hobbyking."

Only then did Zhou Mo know the name of the small model airplane lying on the ground.

The trash can next to the desk was even more terrifying. The garbage in it overflowed, and the tissue balls fell outside, and he didn't even clean it up.

Zhou Mo couldn't bear it, if it was in her house, she would go crazy.

What's more, when she and Han Chen went out, an English dictionary on his desk was misplaced and dropped on the floor.

Zhou Mo originally thought that Han Chen would turn around to pick it up, but Han Chen closed the door fearlessly.

"The dictionary is lost." Zhou Mo reminded.

"Come back and pick it up." Han Chen replied.

"..." Zhou Mo was convinced in capital letters.

Today's Han Chen has changed a lot, and he is very different from the one in Zhou Mo's impression.

"Let's go," Han Chen stood up and checked the power on the table.

Zhou Mo got up, and when she saw the lunch box beside her, she reminded, "This."

Han Chen followed the trend and picked it up casually.

Zhou Mo picked up his bag and turned to follow him.

When he was going out, he happened to meet Ling Yuebin. Seeing that the two of them had finally come out, he always had a faint smirk and asked, "I'm finally willing to come out. My legs are numb from standing outside."

Han Chen punched Ling Yuebin's arm, "Don't talk nonsense."

"It hurts, it hurts," Ling Yuebin said, pretending to be in excruciating pain.

Han Chen grabbed the back of his neck with his hands, Ling Yuebin shrank his neck, bowed his head and tried to avoid it.

"Stop making trouble," Han Chen stopped, "I'll leave it to you this afternoon."

Ling Yuebin also returned to seriousness, "Don't worry, as long as it helps to solve your life's major issues, it's fine for me to help you take ten or eight shifts."

"You said it," Han Chen looked back at Zhou Mo, "Did you hear that?"

Zhou Mo blushed, "What did you hear?"

Han Chen didn't say much.

Ling Yuebin was quick to speak, "Han Chen, you are playing a rogue, collusion is not counted. Miss Zhou, you can't just agree to Han Chen, or I will die, ten or eight classes... Can I still rest."

Zhou Mo blushed even more.

"Let's go, go home to eat, I'm starving to death," Han Chen turned and left.

Ling Yuebin: "Goodbye."

Han Chen turned his back to him and waved, Zhou Mo said goodbye to him politely, "Goodbye, Doctor Ling"

When getting off the elevator, Han Chen pressed the first floor, and the parking lot was on the second floor.

Zhou Mo was surprised, "Didn't you mean to send me home?"

Han Chen: "I'll have a meal first."

Zhou Mo: "...then I'll take a taxi back by myself."

Han Chen looked coldly, "I said I would send you off."

Zhou Mo didn't react for a while, whether he would send it or not.

Han Chen explained: "I'll eat first, and I'll take you back after a while."

Zhou Mo: "Where to eat?"

Han Chen picked up the lunch box in his hand, "Of course I'm going home to eat."

"..."

Zhou Mo felt cheated.

Seeing the lunch box, she suddenly remembered and asked, "Can you still eat spicy food now?"

"good."

"When my parents cook, they put a little too much pepper. I don't know if you are used to it."

"should be no problem."

Zhou Mo felt that Han Chen was not as confident as before when it came to eating spicy food.

At the beginning, he was the one who accompanied her to eat almost all the hot and spicy mala tang in Dongjiang, and made her bow down.

The two arrived home.

Zhou Mo took off his backpack, picked up his lunch box and went to the kitchen.

Han Chen followed behind her, leaning against the door to watch Zhou Mo open the lunch box bit by bit.

"The plate is below, and the microwave is here," Han Chen said while pointing.

Zhou Mo didn't follow his instructions, "Is there any rice and potatoes?"

Han Chen: "There is rice, but I don't know about potatoes."

Zhou Mo glared at him, "Can't you open the refrigerator?"

Han Chen opened the refrigerator obediently, "I can't tell."

Zhou Mo glanced sideways briefly, looking at the full refrigerator, she pushed him away, looked through the contents of the refrigerator bit by bit, and finally asked her to release two potatoes, "Isn't there?"

"I didn't buy the food," Han Chen continued to lean against the door lazily.

Zhou Mo saw how deadly he looked, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became. She stopped peeling potatoes and asked him, "Are you eating or should I eat?"

The implication is to urge him to do it.

Han Chen's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and his expression was calm as usual: "You do what I eat."

Smoke rose from Zhou Mo's head, and he rolled his eyes several times.

Han Chen always looked satisfied and watched the show, "I'm too tired and have no strength, don't you like to do good things? Then you are a good person and do it to the end."