I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

She heard the call between Lu Zhishu and Kan Tong from inside the house.

Tonight is an important moment in Bojian's life and death.

If rg intends to target Bo Jian, Lu Zhishu will not only face losing Bo Jian.

He may never be able to stay in Dongjiang again.

And she might never see him again in this life.

She took out her mobile phone and quickly sent a message:

No matter what the result is, let me know.

Lu Zhishu: Good.

……

Century Garden.

Han Chen bought breakfast and brown sugar ginger tea.

Zhou Mo is still awake.

Han Chen walked into the bedroom lightly, sat by the bed, and observed Zhou Mo's sleeping face.

Last night, Zhou Mo didn't have any accidents. She started to have a stomachache in the middle of the night. Although she took a piece of ibuprofen in advance, it didn't work. Han Chen couldn't do anything. He could only hug her and warm her belly with his palms, hoping to relieve it her pain.

I don't know if it's because of his warm palms. Zhou Mo was crying from the pain in the first half of the night, but fell asleep with tears in the corners of his eyes in the second half of the night.

Han Chen kissed her forehead lightly, and fell asleep with her.

In the morning, because they didn't sleep well in the first half of the night, they slept together until almost noon.

When Han Chen woke up, Zhou Mo was still there.

He bought breakfast, and went to the supermarket outside the community to buy brown sugar ginger tea.

When he came back, Zhou Mo still didn't wake up.

Probably because I was tired from shopping yesterday, coupled with the exhaustion of my menstrual period, I couldn't wake up.

He bowed his head and kissed Zhou Mo's forehead lightly.

"Momo," he whispered to her.

Zhou Mo was actually about to wake up. Han Chen called her, she heard it faintly, and gradually regained consciousness, and opened her eyes in a daze.

"What time is it?" she asked frantically.

"It's almost eleven o'clock."

"It's so late." She stretched out her arms, but she still couldn't remember.

Han Chen turned over and lay down on the bed, lifted the quilt and got in, holding her in his arms.

Zhou Mo was very obedient, let him hug him, and even took the initiative to get into his arms.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Han Chen kissed her forehead distressedly.

"Well," Zhou Mo's voice was aggrieved.

"I'll make brown sugar ginger tea for you."

"you buy it?"

"I bought it. There is also breakfast, do you want to eat?"

"What's there?" Zhou Mo was still sleepy.

"Momping balls, sugar cakes, soy milk."

"It's all sweet." Zhou Mo complained.

"I do not want to eat?"

"Ah."

"What do you want to eat?"

"It's almost lunch time, shall we have lunch directly?"

"Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"crayfish."

"No, it can't be spicy and exciting," Han Chen said, "We'll order the black fish soup from 'Zhilu Zhongyuan', and let them cook a few dishes and deliver them together."

"Do they have delivery service?" Zhou Mo was curious.

"Members can."

"Okay, I want to drink black fish soup."

"No problem," he took out his mobile phone, and asked Zong Zhengyao's order number for "Chasing the Central Plains".

Zhou Mo watched him send WeChat messages in her arms, and couldn't help laughing: "I thought you knew the phone number for ordering food? I didn't expect you to ask the boss directly. Anyway, I have been there so many times, you and Zongzheng are still acquaintances, you Don't be afraid that people will dislike you."

"Doing door-to-door business, how can you not do it, it's okay."

Zhou Mo still wanted to laugh.

Zongzheng not only made a phone call, but also sent him an electronic version of the menu.

Han Chen handed the phone to Zhou Mo, "Look, what do you want to eat?"

Zhou Mo didn't answer, and deliberately said lazily: "You turn the page, I'll read."

Han Chen had no choice but to hold up his phone and show her page by page.

Zhou Mo ordered two dishes he liked, "With black fish soup, it should be enough for the two of us."

"Do you want duck tongue?" Han Chen saw that she didn't order duck tongue.

"Yes!" Zhou Mo forgot this dish.

Han Chen stood up, "I'll call, you go to wash up."

Zhou Mo hugged his waist, "No, I don't think about it."

Han Chen had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll make a call first, and you lie down for a while."

He dialed the phone and was waiting for the other party to answer.

Zhou Mo suddenly sat up from the bed, picked up the sanitary napkin on the bedside table and rushed into the bathroom.

Han Chen was startled.

"Momo, what's wrong with you?" He immediately got out of bed and walked to the door of the bathroom.

Zhou Mo's voice came from the bathroom, "I'm fine, it's just...the blood is flowing like a river..."

It took Han Chen a moment to understand what it meant.

The phone was just connected, and Han Chen was asked what service he needed.

Han Chen ordered several dishes that Zhou Mo wanted.

After picking up the phone, Zhou Mo hadn't come out of the bathroom yet.

"Momo, are you okay?" He was a little worried.

"It's okay," Zhou Mo said.

"I'm going to make brown sugar ginger tea." He turned and came out of the bedroom.

Zhou Mo tidied up, came out of the bathroom clutching her stomach, turned around and lay on the bed tiredly.

Han Chen came in and found her lying down, "Get up, take a sip of hot water."

Zhou Mo frowned: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"Drink water, it doesn't matter."

"No," Zhou Mo said, "I'm going to brush my teeth first."

She rolled over and sat up, clutching her stomach and standing up.

Seeing this, Han Chen immediately picked up the person upright, like hugging a tree stump, carried him into the bathroom, placed her in front of the sink, and asked her to stand still.

He took the toothbrush again, squeezed toothpaste for her, handed her the toothbrush, and fetched water for her.

Zhou Mo was served the whole time, except for Han Chen to brush her teeth himself.

After brushing his teeth, Han Chen carried him back again.

Zhou Mo giggled and hugged Han Chen's waist without letting go.

"Can you drink this time?" Han Chen took the cup and asked.

Zhou Mo stretched out his hand to touch it, "It's hot."

Han Chen had no choice but to blow the water into the cup to cool it down.

After blowing for a while, "Try."

Zhou Mo still didn't use his hands, just took a sip from the cup that Han Chen held up.

It was sweet and not too hot, so she drank it in a big gulp.

After she finished drinking, Han Chen punitively scratched her nose lightly.

"You are really difficult to serve, that is, I am so patient, if it were someone else, I would have collapsed."

Zhou Mo snorted softly, "Don't you want to? If you don't want to, I'll leave now."

"Yes, how could you not?" Han Chen got up and wanted to say, how dare he not.

"That's about the same," Zhou Mo chuckled, and pecked his lips lightly on tiptoe, "When will the meal be delivered?"

"At least one hour," Han Chen asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Well, I'm a little dizzy."

"Hypoglycemia," Han Chen helped her to lie down, "I'll go get the breakfast I bought, you need to pad your belly first."

"I want to eat mochi."

"it is good."

Zhou Mo ate a few bites, and finally, his head was not so dizzy, his blood sugar came up, and he was more energetic.

Han Chen ate a few bites with her.

The two lay on the bed together again.

Zhou Mo looked up at him: "Let's watch TV, shall we? It's too boring to lie here."

"Okay," Han Chen carried the cup to the sofa with someone else. He turned on the TV. The living room was too bright and the reflection was strong. He closed the curtains again.

The whole living room was dark.

However, Zhou Mo felt that the atmosphere was very good. She casually found a variety show that was very popular and funny at the moment, and she and Han Chen were covered with a quilt and watched it on the sofa.

"It would be nice to have some snacks," Zhou Mo said.

Han Chen: "Eat immediately, don't even think about snacks."