I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

"Why do you respect me?" Zhou Mo knew that Han Chen was trying to follow suit.

Han Chen smiled: "I also think it's good to have you."

Zhou Mo smiled helplessly, lifted the cup and touched him lightly, and the two drank down the two glasses of juice in one gulp.

Han Chen goes to work tomorrow and cannot drink alcohol.

Song Yan on the side looked dully at the two couples beside him, and he suddenly had the urge to overturn the table.

Finally, after the banquet was over, Song Yan finally didn't have to eat dog food anymore.

Several people came out of the private room and went downstairs to check out.

Taking the elevator to the first floor, the elevator door just opened, and they met a person who seemed familiar.

That person was the first to see Lu Zhishu, his warm smile was a bit incompatible with his weird clothes.

"Mr. Lu, long time no see."

"I should say that, Mr. Fu," Lu Zhishu reached out and briefly shook hands with Fu Chenghai, "I heard that you went to Las Vegas a few days ago, and you came back so soon?"

"I've been there too many times, and I'm tired of it," Fu Chenghai said. "I simply looked around the surrounding scenic spots. I didn't see the West Lake, so I came back."

"It turned out to be a trip, and there really isn't any good scenery there," Lu Zhishu said, "I'll introduce you to a team that specializes in private customized travel."

"Then I would like to thank Mr. Lu first," Fu Chenghai said, his gaze passing over Shen Pan behind Lu Zhishu without a trace, "There are still people waiting for me above, so I won't say much."

"Goodbye," Lu Zhishu said politely.

When Fu Chenghai entered the elevator, he passed Song Yan and nodded slightly as a greeting.

Song Yan also responded with a naive smile.

He didn't know Fu Chenghai well, but the person who knew Fu Chenghai was his brother Lu Yaocheng. It was also because of Lu Yaocheng that Fu Chenghai was able to greet him briefly.

Song Yan went to the front desk to settle the bill.

While waiting for the receipt to be issued, Shen Pan dragged Zhou Mo to chat.

Shen Pan asked which dishes tasted good today, and was waiting for Zhou Mo's response, but when he turned around, he found Zhou Mo beside him in a daze.

She stretched out her hand to disturb Zhou Mo, "Why are you in a daze?"

"Ah?" Zhou Mo came back to his senses instantly, "I'm not in a daze, I'm thinking about something."

"What's the matter?" Shen Pan asked, "Is it still about the trophy?"

Zhou Mo looked at her tenderly, "No."

"what is that?"

"I heard a familiar sentence," Zhou Mo murmured.

"What?" Shen Pan was puzzled.

Zhou Mo shook his head, "It's nothing."

Although I don't want to think about it, Fu Chenghai's phrase "It's not as good as the West Lake" has been lingering in my mind.

Shen Qingyi said this two days ago when she called her daughter...

Some things seem to be getting more and more coincidental.

The more Zhou Mo thought about it, the more confused he became.

After they came out from "Competing in the Central Plains", they had to go their separate ways.

Lu Zhishu and Shen Pan were both drunk, so they couldn't drive, so they could only ask for a substitute driver.

For this reason, Shen Pan also blamed Lu Zhishu, "It's all your fault, you don't respect my drink, and we don't need to call a substitute driver."

Lu Zhishu: "It's okay, I'm happy."

Song Yan suddenly felt toothache, sour.

"Hurry up, hurry up," Song Yan urged Han Chen and Zhou Mo: "I've killed the dog, I can't stand it anymore."

Song Yan knew that he was going to drink when he came, so he didn't drive. He also thought about it when he went back. Anyway, he lived close to Zhou Mo's house, so he would go back with their car.

Zhou Mo didn't expect that Song Yan also started to make small plans.

Seeing his urging, Zhou Mo also waved goodbye to Shen Pan.

Song Yan was impatient, put his arm on Han Chen's shoulder, and put his other hand in his pocket, as if he wanted to escape from the two people who were so sour just now, and wanted to abduct Han Chen together.

Zhou Mo hurriedly followed.

Han Chen didn't realize it at first, and he walked a few steps with Song Yan's arms in his arms. He immediately took off Song Yan's arm from his shoulder.

Song Yan stared at her: "You don't need to be so guarded as a man, right? I'm not a woman."

Han Chen said: "Whether you are a man or a woman, if you can't do it, you can't do it."

Song Yan: "..."

Zhou Mo couldn't help laughing, and urged: "Go home quickly."

The three got into the car.

Song Yan was dishonest sitting in the back row. He insisted on leaning forward, sandwiched between the front driver's seat and the co-pilot, so that he could talk to the two people in front.

Han Chen stared at the rearview mirror of the car, and said coldly and impatiently, "Sit down and fasten your seat belt."

Song Yan was suddenly scolded and knew he was wrong, so he could only sit obediently and fasten his seat belt.

Zhou Mo looked at this scene with a frown, inexplicably thinking of the feeling of being a loving mother when Song Yan was fed at her house before, and now that Han Chen coldly reprimanded Song Yan, and somehow felt like a strict father... …

It's not a big deal, they have a son as big as Song Yan...

I can't think about it, sometimes the more I think about it, the more I feel like a family of three...

When approaching Xiangbin Community, Han Chen made a detour, sent Song Yan to Xiangbin New City, and drove him downstairs to his house.

Before Song Yanlin got out of the car, he was smiling like a child.

"You still care about me, and you sent me downstairs."

Han Chen had a cold face, "Can't we get off? If not, I'll drive away."

"Up and down," Song Yan said as he begged for forgiveness, "If you care about people, you can't have a better attitude? If you are like this, who can appreciate your kindness."

"Another nonsense?" Han Chen threatened.

Song Yan quickly got off the car, "Goodbye."

Han Chen didn't respond.

Zhou Mo hurriedly added, "Goodbye."

The car came out of Xiangbin New City.

Zhou Mo looked sideways at Han Chen, "Can't you be kinder to Song Yan?"

Han Chen: "No."

Zhou Mo: "People are very warm to you, and you don't have many friends. Song Yan is such a nice person, isn't it good to be friends?"

Han Chen: "I don't want friends."

Zhou Mo deliberately dismantled the stage and said: "I don't need friends, you send it to someone's door?"

Han Chen: "I'm sending the Buddha to the west, so as not to throw him halfway, I'm annoyed by his yelling."

Zhou Mo covered her lips and smiled lightly.

"You can't change your duplicity?" Zhou Mo said, "I think what Song Yan said is quite right. It's a good thing to send people to their homes, but you have to be sarcastic. Who can understand your kindness?"

"I'm not good, you just need to know," Han Chen turned to look at her, and after slightly curling his lips, he said, "You have awarded me the 'Good Husband Trophy', which means you know me well."

"You're good to me, but you're..."

"What's wrong with me?" Han Chen deliberately interrupted Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo thought for a while, "I can't say, it feels good anywhere."

"Is it brave and invincible?" Han Chen asked deliberately.

Zhou Mo was dumbfounded for a moment, he always felt that Han Chen's question was frivolous, even a little off-colored, but she didn't understand why Han Chen's style of painting suddenly changed and developed in a direction that was not suitable for children.

"Why do you say this suddenly?"

Han Chen rolled his eyes at the bag in Zhou Mo's arms, "You open the trophy you gave me."

Zhou Mo lowered her head and quickly found out the things in her bag.

Just say that at the wine table, Lu Zhishu and Song Yan smiled strangely.