I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

"I don't, Momo, I really don't."

He speaks clearly and answers fluently, but his eyes are slightly closed, his eyes are slack, his whole body is covered in mud, only the hand holding Zhou Mo is very strong.

For a moment, Zhou Mo couldn't figure out whether Han Chen was really drunk or fake drunk.

"If you feel really uncomfortable, I'll take you to the hospital, go to the emergency room, and give you a hangover so you can feel better."

"I'm not going to the hospital."

He's still flabbergasted.

Zhou Mo squatted uncomfortable, got up and sat on the edge of the bed, pushed Han Chen's shoulders away, and tried to let him sleep with his face exposed, but he was very reluctant, hooking his shoulders and refusing to turn over.

"Then lie down and sleep well."

"I'm uncomfortable."

"..."

Caught in an endless loop.

Zhou Mo ninja was about to vent his anger, patiently and half-coaxed, and said: "Then drink some milk, you will feel better after drinking it."

"I drank it."

Zhou Mo was surprised, "Have you drank?"

"Du Moliang gave me a drink."

Can he still remember these?

Zhou Mo looked at Han Chen alertly for a moment, "Are you drunk?"

"...Drunk is uncomfortable."

"..."

The answer to the question is so slippery, is this called drunk?

"Here...no, it's here...uncomfortable..."

He took her hand and moved it up a little, where the heart was.

Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment, then she asked, "Why are you uncomfortable?"

"You changed, all of a sudden."

"..."

"I don't understand you...and I don't understand myself."

Zhou Mo's heart trembled slightly, "You're drunk."

Han Chen was undoubtedly drunk.

In the past, he would not say such things. The only explanation was that he was drunk, completely drunk, and completely unconscious.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Zhou Mo suddenly withdrew his hand, but Han Chen subconsciously stretched out his hand to follow him, "Momo, don't go..."

Zhou Mo got up and distanced himself from him, letting his hands go empty.

"I didn't go, I'll pour you some water."

Zhou Mo found honey in the refrigerator. The jar hadn't been opened yet. She was afraid that Han Chen would be lazy. The things she bought hadn't been opened for a long time, and the storage time was too long. She even checked the production date, although the shelf life of honey is usually very long.

She took two spoonfuls out, melted a cup of honey water, and brought it into the bedroom.

"Get up and drink water."

"I don't want to drink."

He really is, answering all questions.

"Drink some honey water, alcohol metabolism can be faster, get up faster."

"Can't get up."

"..."

Zhou Mo put the glass on the bedside table, sat by the bed, and supported Han Chen's head and back.

Han Chen seemed to feel the power coming from behind him, and he straightened his back slightly, barely sitting up against Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo took the cup and handed it to him, but Han Chen's hand was too weak to lift it up. Zhou Mo was afraid that he would not be able to hold it, so he had to hold the cup to his mouth.

"Drink," she ordered.

Han Chen was obedient, maybe he was really thirsty, when his lips touched the warm water, he gulped it down.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

As a result, he choked on drinking too quickly, and he reactively pushed away the water glass in Zhou Mo's hand.

The movement was a little violent, half of the water in the cup spilled out, and all of it was poured on him, especially the abdomen and the star-added parts.

Zhou Mo had one head and two big ones, "I'm convinced."

She turned around and put down the water glass, put Han Chen away untouched, went to the bathroom to get a dry towel, reluctantly wiped it a few times.

"The clothes are wet." Han Chen said.

"You sprinkled it yourself," Zhou Mo gritted his teeth.

She lowered her head to check herself. Except for a few splashes, her body was intact. Fortunately, she was not sprayed.

"Cool." Han Chen pointed out that the clothes were wet and uncomfortable.

Zhou Mo glared at him resentfully, "Just take it cold."

She won't change his clothes.

She bent down and pulled off the quilt, and covered him, "Sleep!"

"Well," Han Chen rubbed his face against the pillow.

Still cute, better than before.

"Momo..."

Zhou Mo was speechless, "Why did you become so talkative after being drunk?"

"I'm drunk again."

"As long as you know."

"I was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't drink. Drinking is wrong, and you will make mistakes."

Made a mistake... The past in Zhou Mo's mind was brought back, and his face was flushed again.

"I won't touch you, don't worry, I'm drunk, I have no strength, I can't move."

"When is it, are you still talking about this? Go to bed quickly."

Zhou Mo tucked the quilt for him, looked at Zhang Yinglang's handsome face, and another similar immature face appeared in his mind.

At the beginning, after she broke up with Han Chen, she didn't just cut off contact.

The day after Han Chen left her bedroom without saying a word was Monday.

Zhou Mo was waiting for him outside his house as usual.

Han Chen was still late.

Zhou Mo asked him, "Get up late again?"

Han Chen said "hmm", as usual, expressionless.

Zhou Mo only regarded him as accepting the breakup, and admired his ability to accept it.

On the way for the two to go to school, Zhou Mo patiently explained to him again, talking about a lot of things like the college entrance examination and the need to study hard. She also said that they could be friends in the future, and they had a very good relationship.

Han Chen sullenly remained silent all the way.

He didn't deny it, so Zhou Mo took it as his acquiescence.

Since then, their lives have not changed much from usual. The most different thing is that they didn't have breakfast outside together.

Because the college entrance examination was about to take place, Liu Xiangru was afraid that Zhou Mo would not be able to keep up with nutrition, so she prepared three meals a day by herself.

Han Chen is because Liang Xinyun is too busy, and he always sleeps in, so he doesn't eat breakfast much.

Liu Xiangru quickly discovered Han Chen's problem, so she made an extra breakfast for Han Chen every morning.

The two of them had breakfast at their own home.

It looked like nothing was wrong, but Zhou Mo knew that Liu Xiangru was just guarding against them.

Otherwise, Han Chen can come to her house to eat. It's not a big deal for a breakfast, so why bother sending it over.

The closer the college entrance examination was, the heavier the review tasks were, and even the evening self-study was extended by one hour. Zhou Mo and Han Chen finished school together, and it was almost time to go to bed when they got home.

Both of them were very tired, and they didn't talk much on the way home, but they still tacitly entered the community one after the other, keeping a fixed distance of 50 meters apart.

Usually Zhou Mo goes home first, with Han Chen behind.

This kind of life continued until the end of the college entrance examination.

On the day after the exam, everyone seemed to be liberated. Some tore up books and scattered test papers at school, and some simply went home early and asked a few friends to go to an Internet cafe.

Zhou Mo was the one who obediently was called home by Liu Xiangru, who asked her questions one by one and forced her to estimate her score.

They gave their scores first and then reported their volunteers, but Liu Xiangru couldn't wait and insisted on knowing how many scores Zhou Mo had scored.

That night, Zhou Mo was still struggling with the papers for the college entrance examination.

But... Han Chen didn't come back all night.

Liang Xinyun was very busy at work during that time, often working night shifts in the hospital, and Han Chen was at home alone most of the time.

The reason why Zhou Mo knew that Han Chen didn't come back that night was because Liu Xiangru celebrated Zhou Mo's completion of the exam, cooked a delicious meal, and asked Zhou Mo to ask Han Chen to come with him.

Zhou Mo went to knock on the door, but no one answered.

After that, she knocked again after a while, but there was still no answer.

The last knock on the door was at eight o'clock in the morning, still no one.