Zhou Mo was a little shocked. Although everyone would think of this problem, but this person was Han Chen, things were a little different.

After all, in her memory, Han Chen was not a jealous or envious person.

"It's clean, it's clean. With me as the center of the circle, within a radius of ten meters, he doesn't dare to come close." Zhou Mo recalled the chaotic scene at that time. He felt embarrassed and even more funny at the same time.

"My father broke his leg at the price of a broom, and my mother scratched his face. I..." Zhou Mo was embarrassed to continue.

After all, their family is also an intellectual, and the scene of a family of three looking like a crazy woman... is too embarrassing.

Zhou Mo was even more embarrassed to say that she was the most embarrassed.

"What happened a few days ago?" Han Chen asked.

Zhou Mo nodded doubtfully, "Yeah."

I thought Han Chen would ask more questions, but he didn't say anything and took his clothes into the bathroom.

Zhou Mo felt a little baffled, so he turned to the kitchen and made a cup of warm rock sugar water.

When Han Chen came out wiping his hair, Zhou Mo put the rock sugar water on the coffee table and said, "Drink it."

Han Chen walked to the coffee table.

Zhou Mo went to the bedroom to get a hair dryer, "After you finish drinking, dry your hair. Where are your clothes? Do you need help washing them?"

Han Chen bent down and picked up the water glass and was about to drink it, "No, I'll do it myself."

"You know how to use a washing machine?" Zhou Mo blurted out the scolding words, but then felt that it was inappropriate.

Most of my memories of Han Chen still focus on his high school days. At that time, he was a learning machine and could do nothing but study. His mother took care of all the big and small things in his life.

Including laundry.

A top student who can't peel an egg is his kind of person.

"I know now."

Han Chen took a few sips of water and drank it quickly. The warm feeling on his tongue faded away, and he tasted that the water was sweet.

"Okay." Zhou Mo didn't want to get involved, "Remember to rinse the muddy water from the clothes before throwing it away in the washing machine, and remember to disinfect the washing machine after washing."

Zhou Mo had a mysophobia, and she endured Han Chen's unexpected "invasion" out of the kindness of her old friend.

"Yeah." Han Chen responded and entered the bathroom.

Zhou Mo sat back on the sofa and continued watching her horror movie.

The movie is called "Medical College Anatomy Room". Zhou Mo thought of the scene in anatomy class when he was in school. It was really scary. But because there was another person in the room and the rumbling sound of the hair dryer, the atmosphere was terrifying.

Totally broken.

When Han Chen came out of the bathroom again, his hair had been dried.

The thin bangs in front of his forehead covered his eyes. He casually pulled it twice with his hands, revealing his beautiful forehead and narrow eyes.

Zhou Mo turned around and saw this man playing with his hair. He secretly wondered, how could this man learn to be so pretty?

It is said that time is a butcher's knife, but in addition to making Han Chen better and more handsome and stylish, time seems to have also made him more life-like.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Zhou Mo stared at the TV.

"Huh?" Han Chen looked at her back.

"Don't you have a fever?" Zhou Mo reminded.

"Well, it feels uncomfortable." Han Chen walked to the other side of the sofa and was about to sit down.

"If you feel uncomfortable, go to the guest room and take a nap."

Han Chen did not move, leaned forward, rested his elbows on his knees, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Zhou Mo didn't understand and reminded: "The quilts and pillows in the guest rooms are all clean, don't worry..."

"I don't mind this..." Han Chen interrupted her, "Have any other men been here..."

"You don't have to doubt it, I don't have the habit of living together before marriage." This time it was Zhou Mo who interrupted him.

"Listen to me." Han Chen knew she had misunderstood. "I mean, if no one else has been here before, I will break your rules by staying the night. Also, I'm afraid it will have a bad influence on you."

Turns out that's what he meant.

He was quite considerate of her.

Zhou Mo didn't pay much attention to breaking the rules. To her, Han Chen was more like an old friend she hadn't seen for many years.

Besides...

"Don't you want to get married? There's nothing inappropriate about it."

Han Chen fell into silence. After a while, he said, "Yeah."

He got up and went to the guest room.

Zhou Mo ignored him and continued to stare at the TV.

But the image on the screen never entered her mind for a moment.

At this moment, her thoughts were all about the man in the guest room.

His sudden appearance in her life did not make it difficult for her to accept, but instead gave her the illusion of déjà vu.

For Zhou Mo, who is quite cold and restrained in her relationship, she was able to break up with her exes for various reasons without being sloppy. After the breakup, she pretended that they didn't know each other, didn't cry over everything, didn't feel sad, and stayed away from each other until death.

.

Only Han Chen.

She didn't object when they met again, and he was the only one of her ex-boyfriends she could get along with so harmoniously.

Zhou Mo had been sitting on the sofa, lost in thought, and all he could think about was whether or not to marry Han Chen.

She drew a pentagonal radar chart in her mind that included appearance, character, education, career, and family.

In this picture, Han Chen is almost in the right frame and has no weaknesses.

Damn, where can I find such a good marriage partner?

Knot of course!

In the bathroom, the rumbling sound of the washing machine ended and a pleasant beep sounded.

The clothes are washed.

Zhou Mo glanced at the guest room door.

There was no response from the door, so he must have fallen asleep.

Zhou Mo got up and went to the bathroom, opened the lid of the washing machine and took out the clothes.

Also fished out was a small blue-black object with a flat angle and a cin logo on the waist.

Zhou Mo exploded instantly, "Han Chen!"

Han Chen dazedly poked his head out from the crack in the door, listless and extremely depressed, "What's wrong?"

"You actually washed your underwear and outerwear together...you..." Zhou Mo almost gritted his teeth.

For a person with mysophobia, this is a big no-no!

Throwing the little square corner into the laundry rack, Zhou Mo became furious and said, "We have different living habits. You should find someone else to get married."

Han Chen was leaning against the door, his head tilted against the doorframe. He didn't know whether he was awake or because he was sick. His whole body was weak, tired and listless.

He didn't explain, walked to the washing machine and took out all the clothes.

Fill the washing machine with water, pour in the disinfectant, and turn on the washing function for large items.

Zhou Mo was stunned, he actually knew the disinfection steps of the washing machine.

"If you are not satisfied, I will send you a new one tomorrow."

Han Chen carried the clothes to dry on the balcony.

Zhou Mo's anger was mostly gone.

The balcony light was not turned on.

His back was facing the living room, and his tall figure was immersed in putting clothes on hangers. His shadow was clearly cast on the floor-to-ceiling window glass opposite.

"Han Chen," Zhou Mo regained his senses, "I don't think we are suitable."

Han Chen stopped what he was doing.
Chapter completed!