Zhou Mo was full of apologies and shame, "Yes, my name is Zhou Mo."

"Zhou Mo? Miss Zhou is here?" Du Moliang, who was already lying on the ground, suddenly became excited and said vaguely to the corpse huddled on the sofa: "Han Chen! Your Miss Zhou is here! Hurry!

stand up."

The three people who were awake looked embarrassed.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry, I'll take Han Chen back right now," Zhou Mo apologized one after another.

After all, it is very rude to drink in other people's homes and get drunk.

But Han Chen had already done this, lying drunk on the sofa like a dead pig. She had no other choice but to apologize and get him away.

Fortunately, Du Moyou was kind, she reminded, "A Cheng, help Miss Zhou send Han Chen back, she can't move it alone."

Zhou Mo bowed repeatedly to thank him.

Zhong Zhicheng picked Han Chen up from the sofa, and Zhou Mo reached out to support Han Chen on the other side.

"Thank you, Dr. Zhong." Zhou Mo said.

"You're welcome," Zhong Zhicheng put one arm of Han Chen on his shoulder, and Zhou Mo supported the other side. Han Chen staggered and was carried out of Du Moliang's house.

"Don't leave, don't leave, Han Chen, don't leave!" Zong Zheng, who was vomiting in the trash can, said fluently as if he had a blender in his mouth.

Zhou Mo turned around and wanted to ask if there was anything else.

Du Moyou said: "He is talking nonsense, it's okay."

Zhou Mo apologized again, "I'm really sorry for causing you trouble today."

"It's okay. Send Han Chen back to rest quickly."

Zhou Mo and Zhong Zhicheng took Han Chen out.

Behind him, Du Moyou's voice came faintly.

"Look at you, how lawless have you become when I've been away for a few days? You even brought Du Moliang with you. Do you two...really want to piss me off to death together?"

"No, I was wrong, Moyou, I was really wrong," Zongzheng's voice was extremely soft, which did not match his rough appearance at all, "Youyou, wife, daughter-in-law... I was wrong... vomit..."

Zhou Mo was a little embarrassed.

Arrive at the door of Han Chen's house.

Zhong Zhicheng's face was like an iceberg, and he said calmly: "The key should be on him, you can look for it."

Zhou Mo touched both sides of Han Chen's trouser pockets, found the key on the left, and opened the door to Han Chen's house.

Zhong Zhicheng held Han Chen's waist and dragged him in.

Zhou Mo immediately followed, opened the door of Han Chen's bedroom, and pressed the switch next to it.

Zhong Zhicheng threw Han Chen on the bed and put him straight again.

"Thank you very much, Dr. Zhong."

Zhou Mo hates Han Chen a little. She doesn't know anyone here, and Zhou Mo can't bear to worry about troublesome people like this.

I don’t know what Han Chen was thinking. He was so out of his mind today.

"Take care of him," Zhong Zhicheng placed his fingers on Han Chen's carotid artery and pinched it for a while. "The heart rate is normal. After a while, you can make him some honey water to drink, which can promote alcohol metabolism."

"Okay, please."

Zhong Zhicheng nodded, turned around and walked out of the bedroom, closing the outer door when he left.

Zhou Mo looked at the drunken man on the bed and couldn't help but sigh. She owed Han Chen so much that she kept apologizing for him today.

Walking around to the end of the bed, she helped Han Chen take off his shoes, took them to the door, and brought in his slippers.

Han Chen turned over and lay on his side holding the pillow, with half of his face buried in the pillow.

Zhou Mo took out the pillow, fearing that he would have difficulty breathing if he covered himself while sleeping like this.

But Han Chen wouldn't let go, and Zhou Mo couldn't hold him back.

Seemingly annoyed, Han Chen grabbed Zhou Mo's forearm and said, "Momo."

Zhou Mo was frightened, she suddenly let go of her hand and got rid of Han Chen's entanglement.

"Momo, I feel bad."

Han Chen put his whole face into the pillow, and his voice was muffled in the pillow, making him hoarse and low.

When he called her name, his voice was soft and soft, completely different from the past. It was soft and silky, sliding into Zhou Mo's heart and making ripples.

"Momo..."

Han Chen yelled randomly.

Zhou Mo's heart swelled so much that she even forgot to breathe. She stood blankly by the bed, and it took a long time before she came back to her senses.

He went to the bathroom to find a towel, brought a basin of water, and simply wiped Han Chen's face, hands, and arms.

Because Han Chen was drunk, his honey-colored skin showed a light pink color, especially his face, where the two blushes were the most obvious.

Zhou Mo had known about it before when he drank alcohol and got on his face.

Zhou Mo also knew that people who drink alcohol and get sores on the face are actually poor drinkers and lack the alcohol dehydrogenase and acetaldehyde dehydrogenase needed by the human body to relieve hangover.

Lift Han Chen upright and let him lie on his back. Han Chen seemed to dislike sleeping on his back and insisted on lying on his side. His posture was similar to the original curled-up state of a baby.

The alcohol also burned his neck red. Zhou Mo thought he had a fever and tried to touch his forehead.

She forgot that her hand had just touched the water, and her cold hand touched Han Chen's forehead, and his brows twitched involuntarily.

The feeling of hot ironing hit Zhou Mo's palm. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but the back of her hand was covered by Han Chen's hot palm in the next moment.

He exerted a slight force, grabbed the back of her hand, and took off her hand. He turned his head slightly, his eyes were half-opened in confusion, and he didn't know whether he was really awake or pretending to be asleep.

"Momo...I feel bad."

He kept repeating this sentence, and every time he said it, Zhou Mo's heart was softly hit, and his cheeks felt warm.

"You deserve it, who made you drink?" Zhou Mo said angrily.

"Hmph..." Han Chen seemed to have heard it and was a little dissatisfied. He held her hand tightly, pushed her arms into his arms, and buried half of his face in the pillow.

He looked like a child who was bullied, came to complain to his parents, and was scolded by his parents.

There is only one word inside and out - grievance.

Zhou Moxin said, what does he have to be wronged about? She is the one who is wronged.

In the middle of the night, I came over to apologize to him and take care of him.

"Momo, I feel so bad, really..." the voice became longer and longer, smoothly blending into Zhou Mo's eardrums, and then flowed into her heart with her blood.

Zhou Mo thought that he must be really drunk and not conscious, but his body was uncomfortable, so he was so tormented.

It was rare for her to ask patiently like she did to a child: "Where do you feel bad?"

He took Zhou Mo's hand and pressed it on the diaphragm between the chest and abdomen, "It feels uncomfortable here, especially uncomfortable."

Zhou Mo couldn't tell where it was, "Does your stomach feel uncomfortable? How about some milk?"

Han Chen shook his head. He didn't know whether it was because he felt sick to his stomach or because he didn't want to drink milk.

"I'll get you some milk," Zhou Mo grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand back, but Han Chen refused to let him go and held on tightly.

"Here, right here, it feels uncomfortable."

He still pressed her hand to the diaphragm.

At that position, the chest was not the chest, and the abdomen was not the abdomen. Zhou Mo could not locate the organs based on anatomy.

"Right here."

He screamed and felt uncomfortable.

Zhou Mo was worried that he might not be feeling well, "How about we go to the hospital?"

"There's no need to go to the hospital. The hospital can't cure my disease."
Chapter completed!