I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

I thought Han Chen would send another message asking her what was wrong, but he disappeared without any further messages.

Zhou Mo was angry, threw the phone aside, and leaned tiredly on the sofa.

……

in the kitchen.

Du Moliang shouted: "Han Chen, hurry up and take a look, what should we do with this shrimp?"

Han Chen hastily put down his phone and walked to the kitchen.

Du Moliang shook the water in his hand, facing a pot of fresh shrimps, helpless.

"Me neither." Du Morian said.

"What should I do?" Du Moliang looked puzzled, "Why don't you ask Zhong Zhicheng?"

Han Chen frowned, "Where's Dr. Du Moyou?"

Du Moliang slapped his forehead, "Forget about her."

He turned to go outside and knocked on the door of the next door.

The door opened from the inside, Zongzheng was wearing a pair of loose sports beach shorts with his head on his head, and he looked sleepy, "What's wrong?"

Du Moliang frowned inexplicably, "Where's my sister?"

Zongzheng: "I'm on duty."

Du Moliang: "Where's Zong Yi?"

Zongzheng: "Fall asleep."

Du Moliang: "Wake up in a while, take him over to eat shrimp."

Zongzheng: "Your sister won't let him eat takeaway."

Du Moliang emphasized: "It's not takeaway, I make it myself!"

Zongzheng woke up instantly, "Can you still cook shrimp?"

Du Moliang felt despised, and there was inexplicable resentment in his heart, "Isn't it just a shrimp, what's the problem?"

Zongzheng had a look of disbelief, "It wasn't handled cleanly, Xiao Yi had a stomachache after eating, and your sister will definitely blame me when the time comes."

Du Moliang: "..."

At that time, Han Chen came out from Du Moliang's house.

Zongzheng couldn't help being taken aback when he saw him, "Han Chen? Why are you at his house?"

Du Moliang answered first, "We have known each other since we were studying abroad."

Zongzheng still had a look of distrust, and he said quietly to Han Chen: "You really don't dislike him, what kind of reputation does he have? Follow him, and you won't be afraid that you won't be able to get along in the first courtyard."

Du Moliang glared at him, "Why can't you hang out with me? Your reputation is not like that. My sister follows you. Isn't it different that you are still hanging out in the first courtyard of Dongda University?"

Han Chen didn't have much expression on his face.

"Can you handle shrimp?" He directly ignored the mutual disrespect of the brother-in-law and brother-in-law in front of him, and went straight to the point.

Zongzheng hesitated, looked at Du Moliang, and said with a sneer, "You also said that you make shrimp yourself, thinking how awesome you are, and you can't even handle shrimp."

Du Moliang: "You..."

"I'll go back to the house and put on some clothes, I'll be there in a while," Zongzheng turned and went back into the house.

Du Moliang held his breath, and turned back to his home.

Han Chen followed him into the door, but did not close the door.

Du Moliang turned around: "You and Zongzheng look familiar, don't they?"

"His friend has a fractured distal ulna and has been to the orthopedic clinic."

Just as Du Moliang was about to go into the bathroom, he suddenly stopped, "What's going on? Is he messing with those cronies again? Or is it that his subordinates are making trouble again?"

Han Chen: "I don't know."

Du Moliang scolded secretly, "This Zongzheng is not honest even when he is married. I will tell my sister later."

Han Chen entered the kitchen to handle other dishes.

Du Moliang came out of the bathroom, "Han Chen, do you have any rice at home? My house is out of rice."

"Yes, I'll get it," Han Chen put down the celery.

Du Moliang: "Thank you."

Han Chen turned back to go home, and when he opened the door, he happened to meet Zongzheng who came out from the next door.

"Is the 'scandal' between you and Du Moliang settled?" Zong Zheng asked.

"No."

"Dare to hang out with him without you?" Zongzheng was shocked.

"They're all colleagues."

"Okay," Zongzheng saw him open the door, "What are you going to do? Come and have dinner together."

Han Chen: "Go back and get the rice."

Zongzheng came to his senses, "Du Moliang's family is out of rice?"

"Ah."

"Oh, I don't have any rice, and I'm still talking about cooking," Zongzheng sneered, and then entered Du Moliang's house.

All three of them are on the same floor.

The houses of Du Moliang and Du Moyou were bought by their parents in Century Jiayuan early in the morning.

The parents of the two are retired old professors from the First Hospital of Eastern University. As the family area of ​​the First Hospital of Eastern University, Century Jiayuan was first built, and their parents bought a house here.

Including the one that Han Chen lived in, the Du family bought a total of three.

Han Chen came to Dongjiang from the imperial capital, and it just so happened that the courtyard gave the talent introduction money to buy a house, and he planned to buy a house in Dongjiang.

Liang Xinyun asked someone to inquire and learned that Professor Du's family had a spare house.

The Du family did not intend to sell the house originally, so Han Chen consulted Du Moliang. Du Moliang saw that Han Chen was an old acquaintance, discussed with his parents, and decided to sell the house to Han Chen.

With fine decoration and no home appliances, the quoted price is hundreds of thousands lower than the unfinished houses on the market.

Du Moliang was very generous, saying that the price was still negotiable, and it would be no problem to lower it a little. His parents had given him full control over the house.

After seeing the house, Han Chen agreed without hesitation, saying that the price does not need to be lowered.

Du Moliang was startled, and asked him, "Are you sure?"

"Sure," Han Chen said without hesitation, and then became slightly embarrassed, "but the full payment cannot be made."

Han Chen didn't have that much money.

Du Moliang smiled, "Full payment? Are you kidding me, who can buy a house with full payment now?"

Ever since, Han Chen bought the current apartment with a loan.

In the kitchen of Du Moliang's house.

Three men - standing in front of the stove, looking at a pot of fresh shrimps.

Zongzheng directly reached out to pick up one from the inside, and held it in his hand, "Where did such a fresh shrimp come from? They were just fished out of the pond, right?"

"It was given by a farmer's patient," Du Morian said, "Our entire department has a share."

"Big money," Zongzheng pulled the shrimp and straightened its body. "It's in good condition and it's quite tall. Do you have any contact information? This can be a supplier of 'Chasing the Central Plains'."

"My mind is full of business," Du Morian said contemptuously, "No."

Zongzheng chuckled and threw the prawns back into the basin, "Is your attitude so bad? I'm afraid you won't be able to eat prawns today."

He took out a cigarette from the pocket of his beach pants, picked one up in his mouth, and handed the cigarette case to Han Chen.

"No smoking," Han Chen said.

Zongzheng was stunned for a moment, "Didn't I see you smoking last time?"

"Not addicted."

Zongzheng put away the cigarette case, took out the lighter, and lit it for himself.

The kitchen is full of smoke in an instant.

Du Moliang slapped it, and couldn't help frowning, "Why don't you go to your own house to smoke?"

Zongzheng bit the filter with his teeth, and said with a gruff smile, "Isn't Xiaoyi also at home?"

Du Moliang glared at him, "You can smoke, but you have to deal with the shrimp."

"Leave it to me," Zongzheng passed Du Moriang, picked up the basin, and poured all the shrimps into the pool. With a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes half-closed, "Scissors, toothpicks."

Du Morian went outside and brought these things in.

Han Chen gave way wisely.

Du Moliang went to the living room to turn on the TV, then went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of drink and handed it to Han Chen.

"I don't know when it will be until I eat this shrimp meal today?" Du Moliang slumped on the sofa.

Han Chen put the drink on the tea table and remained silent.

Du Moliang was really bored, and looked at Han Chen curiously, "Why do you talk so little?"