Back home.

Zhou Mo has finished washing and is packing things in the kitchen.

Han Chen came out of the bathroom, but Zhou Mo had not finished cleaning up yet.

He walked into the kitchen and wanted to help.

"Are there more?" he asked.

"Well," Zhou Mo was packing the things Liu Xiangru brought.

There are newly braised hoof trousers, chicken legs, chicken wings, eggs, and ham and sausages from Yushan.

"I'll help you," Han Chen stood side by side with her, helping her hold the bag.

"I can't even put the refrigerator down," Zhou Mo said: "Last time my dad came over, I brought a lot of things. Before I finished eating, my mom brought new ones here."

"As the elders' wishes, you have to accept them. And... Aunt Liu's craftsmanship is really good, and these things taste very good."

"Is that right?" Zhou Mo smiled, looking proud.

Who is not proud of a mother with such good skills?

However, Zhou Mo thought of something and asked: "Aunt Liang hasn't come to our place for a long time. Let's go and see her the next day. She should be quite lonely living in your house alone."

Han Chen: "Yes."

Zhou Mo snorted softly: "You unfilial son, she is your mother, you didn't even think about accompanying her?"

Han Chen: "I was used to being freed from being raised by my mother. When I was a child, she was busy and had no time to care about me. If I wanted to care about my words and deeds. When she grew up, she didn't care much about me. We didn't call much. When I was abroad, I only spoke to her once a month."

Zhou Mo: "Since you have become a member of our family, you have to follow the rules of our family. You have to go home regularly and visit your parents. This is the rules of our Zhou family."

Han Chen smiled: "Okay."

The two of them finished packing things together.

Zhou Mo went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

After touching greasy meat, her obsession with cleanliness gave birth to the idea of ​​washing her hands a few more times.

Han Chen waited for her for a long time, but seeing that Zhou Mo was still silly, he went directly to the bathroom and quickly helped Zhou Mo clean up the foam on his hands.

"What are you doing? I haven't washed it yet."

"It's peeling after washing it again," Han Chen couldn't bear it. He helped her rinse it in a few seconds. He took out another tissue and wiped her hands clean. "Let's go and go to bed."

Zhou Mo frowned, "I feel like I haven't washed it."

Han Chen pinched her hand and stopped her from moving, "It's been washed clean, don't make things difficult for yourself on purpose."

He opened Zhou Mo's palm and sniffed, "There is no other smell except the smell of hand sanitizer. If you don't believe it, you can smell it yourself."

Han Chen pushed Zhou Mo's hand to her nose, and Zhou Mo quickly turned his head, looking reluctant.

Even my own hands are so disgusted, no one else.

"Or...I'll think of a solution for you?"

Zhou Mo looked at him in confusion: "What's the solution?"

Han Chen smiled wickedly, "Change you a different taste and cover it."

Zhou Mo: "What does it taste?"

Han Chen grabbed Zhou Mo's hand and took the person to the bedroom.

Two hours later.

Zhou Mofeng rushed into the bathroom, and was still talking, calling Han Chen "shameless".

Han Chen had his own words.

Sterile, all protein.

Where is it dirty?

After washing his hands, Zhou Mo rushed back to the bedroom angrily, staring at Han Chen with a look, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a fierce and evil spirit.

Han Chen sat leaning against the head of the bed, playing with his cell phone leisurely.

When Zhou Mo came back, he looked up and then greeted Zhou Mo's eyes that could kill.

"Stop being angry," Han Chen put down his cell phone, reached out to pull Zhou Mo over, and let her sit by the bed. He smiled wickedly, regardless of Zhou Mo's face being dark all the time, he said, "Let me see if I wash it clean."

As he said that, he pulled Zhou Mo's hand up and put it on his nose and smelled it, "It only smells of hand sanitizer. It smells pretty good."

Zhou Mo pulled back his hand and pushed Han Chen's shoulder with his backhand.

She was angry.

Han Chen is too terrible.

"Didn't you say you won't touch my hands? A liar! A big liar!"

Zhou Mo walked wildly, pulled out the pillow behind Han Chen, and greeted Han Chen frantically.

Han Chen held his arms to resist, and Zhou Mo's attack was fierce and he could not resist.

Zhou Mo continued to get angry until he was relieved before giving up.

Han Chen was not annoyed at all, but instead had a meaningful smile.

“It’s hard to control.”

Zhou Mo's black face: "..."

Han Chen pulled Zhou Mo's arm over and said half-coaxing: "Don't stand, come up, go to bed."

Zhou Mo didn't believe him at all now and shook his hand away.

Han Chen had no choice but to continue coaxing, "Stop making trouble, okay? I was wrong."

Zhou Mo's heart was relieved.

She turned over to the bed.

Han Chen actively helped her place the pillow and dusted it to make it softer.

"Go to sleep," Han Chen patted her shoulder.

Zhou Mo was already sleepy. If Han Chen hadn't pulled her to do something else, she would have gone to bed.

She turned over and lay down.

Han Chen beside him betrayed her body, put her arms around her waist, lay on her side, and insisted on sleeping with her.

After lying for a while, Han Chen felt uncomfortable.

He pushed Zhou Mo's shoulders and asked her to lie on his side. He put Zhou Mo's waist in his direction and Zhou Mo slammed into his arms.

Zhou Mo was speechless. She had just felt sleepy and was immediately awakened by him.

"Annoying," Zhou Mo whispered, closing his eyes and continuing to make sleepy.

However, after being shocked by Han Chen just now, he was completely lost in sleepiness.

Feeling uncomfortable.

Zhou Mo was very angry. She vented her anger and patted Han Chen's arm that was put on her waist.

"What's wrong?" Han Chen's voice was a little confused. He was obviously asleep. Zhou Mo patted him, and he thought Zhou Mo called him.

"Back back."

"What's back?"

Zhou Mo paused, "It's nothing, go to bed."

"Oh," Han Chen raised his head, kissed Zhou Mo's cheek lightly from behind Zhou Mo's ear, "Suddenly I'm not sleepy."

Zhou Mo: “…”

Han Chen held Zhou Mo's hands tightened, and her back and his chest were tightly attached.

Han Chen's voice appeared above Zhou Mo's head, "Today Aunt Liu asked me when will the wedding be held."

Zhou Mo: "Next year, let's wait until the weather is warmer."

Han Chen: "Well. I know you are afraid of the cold. What about you, when do you want?"

Zhou Mo thought for a while, "It seems... I'm not so looking forward to it. I feel that it's good now. If you hold a wedding... it's too late. Next year, you and Duan Feng will compete to become a vice-president? Then you will only be busier."

Han Chen was silent, he lowered his head and gently pecked Zhou Mo's hair.

Zhou Mo: "Let's talk about it, I don't have that much time to think about it now. I must write an article next year, otherwise my doctoral degree will definitely be postponed."

Han Chen: "There are too many trivial matters, and there is no time to enjoy the great time."
Chapter completed!