I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

Among them, when he said that he liked Taoism, there was a sentence that impressed her deeply.

All the Zong religions in the world require devout believers. Only Taoism respects believers, but not believers. It never makes requirements for believers.

In other words, if you love it, believe it, if you don't believe it, go away.

Zhou Mo has always followed the same principle, follow if you like it, and leave quietly if you don't like it.

There's no need to leave some excrement stains to disgust others when you go to a place you know you don't like like an uncivilized tourist clocking in and writing "visit here".

night.

Zhou Mo simply fried two vegetarian dishes.

When Han Chen knocked on the door, Zhou Mo had just finished the meal with a pinch, and brought the dishes out of the kitchen.

She goes to open the door.

When Han Chen entered the door, he inadvertently smelled the smell of food in the house, and asked, "Did you cook it specially for me?"

Zhou Mo: "Don't be too stinky, I think it's troublesome, so I only fried two vegetarian dishes."

Han Chen: "Can't you say it was specially made for me?"

Zhou Mo couldn't help laughing, "Why are you acting coquettish? Please, please, I made it for you."

Han Chen was happy now, changed his shoes and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Zhou Mo brought out the rice cooker.

Han Chen obediently sat at the table, waiting for Zhou Mo to serve him a meal.

Zhou Mo felt inexplicably that Han Chen in this scene was like a child waiting for a meal in a kindergarten.

It's just that his habitual gesture of raising his hands is a bit abrupt.

"This is not an operation." Zhou Mo filled the rice and put the bowl in front of him, "Eat quickly, aren't you full at noon?"

"I'm used to it," Zhou Mo reminded, and Han Chen subconsciously let go.

The two simply ate dinner.

Zhou Mo cleaned up the dishes, and Han Chen suggested that he would wash the dishes.

"Aren't you tired from work? Take a break first," Zhou Mo said.

"Then I'll go wash up first."

"Ah."

Zhou Mo entered the kitchen with the bowl and chopsticks.

Han Chen turned around and went to the bathroom.

Not long after, Han Chen's voice came from the bathroom: "Momo, help me find a change of clothes."

Zhou Mo had foam on her hands. She was washing the dishes, but she forgot to help Han Chen find clean clothes in advance.

"You wash it first, and I'll find it for you later."

Zhou Mo hurriedly washed the dishes, ran to the bedroom, and looked for the sapphire blue pajamas she found for Han Chen when he first came.

I also found a clean towel by the way.

Clothes and towels were neatly folded together, and Zhou Mo gently supported them, and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Clatter—" The door was pulled open from the inside.

A naked person hidden in the mist appeared in front of Zhou Mo, and Zhou Mo's ears felt hot, "Your clothes."

Han Chen took it with one hand, grabbed Zhou Mo's wrist with the other, and dragged him into the bathroom.

She bumped into someone who was covered in water droplets, and her thin clothes were soaked.

Han Chen lowered his head, and touched her earballs with his soft and hot lips, "Let's wash together."

Shy, Zhou Mo pushed him, but was firmly held by his chest with one hand.

The water is mixed with beauty, and the spring light moves from the bathroom all the way to the bedroom.

Han Chen is very annoying, the kind of grinding that makes people scratch their heads and their ears and temples.

He was neither fast nor slow, but Zhou Mo was tempered by him.

"Will you come?"

Han Chen smiled badly, "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Forget it if you don't come," Zhou Mo snorted softly.

Han Chen pinched the tip of Zhou Mo's nose, fished the box by the bedside with his long arms, and pulled out a small square with jagged edges.

"Is there any more? Don't have enough for us."

"There's still half a box left, don't worry, it's enough for you."

"I don't feel enough."

"Stop talking big, a year and a half will definitely be enough."

"I'm not talking big, I have to try to know."

10 minutes later.

After trying, Zhou Mo regretted it.

This time is too long, it is too much to blow a man's self-esteem.

She patted the dejected man lying on her neck, and asked cautiously, "Are you... really not..."

Han Chen got up and kissed what Zhou Mo was about to say as if he was angry.

After tearing his ears together, Zhou Mo hugged Han Chen, and gently comforted him: "Ask if Zhong Zhicheng is on duty tomorrow, and give you his number, let's go and see..."

"Don't say any more," Han Chen kissed Zhou Mo again, blocking her chattering mouth.

"I'm not joking," Zhou Mo said seriously, "I've suspected you for a long time... huh... no, otherwise you wouldn't be able to brake in time when I was so proactive."

At that time, Zhou Mo's self-esteem was blown to pieces.

"You think too much," Han Chen got up, scooped up Zhou Mo, turned her over, and let her lie face down on the bed obediently. He said as he took a new square thing, "and Not just once. And..."

He leaned over and pressed his lips against Zhou Mo's ear from behind, "The first time, I have no experience. It's normal to not be able to resist. The second time..."

Zhou Mo's heart trembled, and she was flustered. She wanted to look back, but Han Chen's hand pinned her neck, making her unable to move.

He could only let him wrap his arms around her waist with one hand and lift her up...

Han Chen is very strong, she is like a marionette, at his mercy.

From the way he didn't allow her to resist, it was clear that Han Chen had made up his mind this time, and he would not give up until the end of the mountain.

Three in the middle of the night.

Backache and leg pain, Zhou Mo, who was covered in sweat, was carried to the bathroom by someone.

After a brief cleaning, someone carried her back.

As soon as Zhou Mo touched the bed, he immediately got into the quilt, distanced himself from someone, and turned his back to him.

Han Chen smiled, grabbed the clothes at the end of the bed, lay behind Zhou Mo, and patted her on the shoulder, "Are you angry?"

"No."

"Put on your clothes first, and be careful not to catch a cold."

Zhou Mo reached out to fish it out, got up and prepared to put on his clothes.

Han Chen grabbed Zhou Mo's waist and pulled him out of the quilt.

Zhou Mo seemed to be frightened, and quickly pushed him, "You are not allowed to..."

"Scared?"

Zhou Mo bit her lip.

Han Chen took the clothes, covered her hood, and took out her two arms from the sleeves.

He leaned over and kissed Zhou Mo's soft lips lightly and with distress.

"Let you laugh at me."

Zhou Mo lowered his head, "I underestimated you, but you can't..."

Torment her with all her might.

Calling to stop is not allowed.

Her waist still hurts now, her legs seem to have been pulled, and her tendons are about to break, and...

The sheets were too rough, and the knees were scratched.

Han Chen smiled: "I'll be gentle from now on."

He looked down at the waterproof band-aid on Zhou Mo's knee, and kissed it lightly.

"I was wrong," Han Chen said, "Does it still hurt?"

Zhou Mo looked at him: "What are you talking about?"

Han Chen: "Tell me where it hurts."

Zhou Mo: "My whole body hurts."

Han Chen: "Waist? Let me rub it for you."

Zhou Mo couldn't wish for it, who wouldn't want a free massage, she obediently got down on the ground.

Han Chen rubbed her waist lightly, with neither light nor heavy force.

"Would it be better to put a pillow next time?"

Zhou Mo turned to stare at him, "You have more ideas."

Han Chen leaned forward and brushed her hair lightly, "Why are you so delicate, there's nothing I can do about you."