"Achoo!"
Just as he drove home and before he got out of the car, Chen Mo couldn't help but sneeze.
"Did you catch a cold?" Tian Mengyao asked worriedly.
Chen Mo shook his head, "No, I don't know why. Someone must be badmouthing me behind my back."
Tian Mengyao chuckled, covering her mouth, "Heh heh, that Dongye Taijirou is too pathetic. It's normal for people to curse you."
"That scoundrel, still dares to curse me. If I see him again, I won't let him off."
Tian Mengyao was amused by Chen Mo again.
Thinking of Dongye Taijirou's miserable expression, she couldn't help but laugh until her stomach hurt.
For such a bad person, especially a bad person from Japan, Tian Mengyao naturally had no sympathy.
After dinner, Chen Mo and Tian Mengyao returned to the bedroom.
Tian Mengyao felt a little nervous.
She washed up early and lay in bed, waiting for Chen Mo to come out of the bathroom.
"It smells so good, did you put on perfume?" Chen Mo, wearing his pajamas, walked out of the bathroom and immediately sniffed the air and asked.
"Mmm, does it smell good?"
Under the dim light, Tian Mengyao asked softly.
"It smells good." Chen Mo nodded, then prepared to get into bed.
However, when Chen Mo lifted a corner of the quilt, he suddenly discovered that Tian Mengyao was only wearing a sexy nightgown.
"Gulp."
Chen Mo couldn't help but swallow.
When had he ever seen such a heart-pounding nightgown? It almost made Chen Mo lose control.
"It's getting cold, you need to cover yourself well at night." Chen Mo looked at Tian Mengyao's flat stomach and quickly reached out to cover her with the quilt.
Tian Mengyao looked at Chen Mo with some surprise.
She had deliberately worn this nightgown, but she didn't expect Chen Mo to just remind her that it was cold and to cover herself well.
"Alas, if your ancestor were still alive, he would have kicked you to death, you little brat!" Chen Mo's ancestor's voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
Chen Mo was very confused, not understanding why his ancestor was scolding him.
However, he was used to being scolded, so he felt it didn't matter and lay down on the bed.
In fact, Chen Mo hadn't thought about it in that direction at all.
It was mainly because there had been too many things happening these past two days, especially the matter with the Ouyang family, which left him utterly perplexed. He didn't know who that old man was.
How did he suddenly get a godfather?
Did that person know him before?
If he said that person was just wandering to that place, he would never believe it.
Finally having some free time, Chen Mo naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to sort out his thoughts.
However, Chen Mo's sudden coldness made Tian Mengyao, who was beside him, angry.
She cursed "blockhead" and turned over to sleep.
Chen Mo, who was deep in thought, didn't even hear what Tian Mengyao said. When he heard the sound and looked at Tian Mengyao, he saw that she had already turned over and fallen asleep.
Chen Mo didn't think much of it and continued to ponder.
In fact, this couldn't be blamed on Chen Mo.
If Tian Mengyao had been a little more proactive, Chen Mo wouldn't have been like this.
After all, Chen Mo had promised Tian Mengyao that he would wait for her consent.
But how could a girl like Tian Mengyao, who had no experience, take the initiative? This prevented their relationship from making any substantial progress.
Until Tian Mengyao fell asleep.
Chen Mo's thoughts were still a bit chaotic, especially since he had to reply to Meng Zhuqing tomorrow. What should he do?
"I won't think about it anymore. I'll seize the time to cultivate." Chen Mo slowly got up.
He tiptoed out of the room and went to the kitchen to boil medicinal herbs.
Then he applied them all over his body. A cool sensation made Chen Mo feel instantly refreshed.
The next morning.
Chen Mo and Tian Mengyao went to the hospital together.
However, along the way, Tian Mengyao completely ignored Chen Mo.
Chen Mo was also very confused. Weren't they fine last night? Why was she angry so early in the morning?
Upon arriving at the hospital, Chen Mo held a morning meeting and took some doctors to round.
Meanwhile, Tian Mengyao sat dejectedly in the department, organizing documents.
Yang Lan quietly slipped back to the department after the rounds.
"How was it? How did you like the nightgown I picked for you? Did Chen Mo see it? Did it make him impulsive?" Yang Lan asked with a grin.
Tian Mengyao ignored Yang Lan, still dejected.
"No way, he didn't react to you even in that kind of nightgown?" Yang Lan widened her eyes in shock.
Tian Mengyao pouted, very unhappy.
Yang Lan couldn't help but ask, "Mengyao, do you think Director Chen might have some problem? Or should I introduce him to a famous urologist?"
"What are you talking about! He's fine." Tian Mengyao replied, her face blushing.
"He's fine? Then what did you guys do last night?" Yang Lan couldn't help but ask.
Tian Mengyao could only tell Yang Lan about what happened last night.
Afterward, Yang Lan was dumbfounded.
"You mean, you got into bed wearing a nightgown, he didn't do anything to you, and you didn't do anything to him? And that's how you slept?" Yang Lan's eyes almost popped out.
"What else?" Tian Mengyao asked with a soul-searching question.
Yang Lan couldn't help but twitch her eyelids, "Mengyao, you two being able to see each other frankly and still maintain such respectful distance is truly… amazing!"
"Oh, stop teasing me. Help me think of a solution. I know he's fine." Tian Mengyao quickly said.
"You… know he's fine?" Yang Lan looked at Tian Mengyao strangely.
Tian Mengyao's face immediately turned red.
She dared not mention how she secretly stood by the toilet door listening to Chen Mo.
Fortunately, Yang Lan didn't ask for details and said, "It's actually very simple. As long as the mood is right, everything will happen naturally."
"At that time, you do this."
Saying that, Yang Lan leaned close to Tian Mengyao's ear and whispered her suggestions.
Tian Mengyao listened, her face flushed red.
Just as Chen Mo finished his rounds and arrived at the hospital's operating room, intending to guide a surgery, his phone suddenly rang.
Looking at the call, it was Meng Zhuqing. Chen Mo felt a headache coming on.
However, he still answered the phone.
"Chen Mo, where are you? I, I feel so unwell." As soon as the call was connected, Chen Mo heard Meng Zhuqing's weak voice.
"What's wrong?" Chen Mo was startled and quickly asked.
"I don't know, I just feel dizzy and uncomfortable." Meng Zhuqing's voice was still weak.
"Where are you?" Chen Mo asked.
"At home, can you come over? Chen Mo, I, I'm so scared."
Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, but hearing Meng Zhuqing's voice didn't sound like she was faking it, so he could only say, "Okay, I'll be right there."
Then, Chen Mo had to ask for leave and planned to drive to Meng Zhuqing's house.
Just as Chen Mo arrived at the underground garage, a figure suddenly appeared before him.
Seeing the other person's attire, Chen Mo almost slipped and fell to the ground.