The male god proposed again today

Chapter 121 Stupid, That's a Compressed Mask

Two 10 minutes later.

"Sakura, are you okay?"

What responded to him was Han Yingying's sleepy voice: "Han Yingying is the best."

Shen Mosheng smiled: "Well, Han Yingying is the best."

“The crayfish are delicious.”

"I buy for you."

"I want ice cream."

"Buy it for you."

"Eat pudding."

"Buy it for you."

"Eat Shen Mosheng." After finishing speaking, Han Yingying pouted.

Shen Mosheng's footsteps paused slightly, and then the corners of his mouth curled up: "Shen Mosheng will eat for you."

"Shen Mosheng doesn't taste good."

Shen Mosheng was a little distressed: "Then what should I do?"

No one got back to him.

Only then did Shen Mosheng belatedly realize that Han Yingying had fallen asleep a long time ago, and what she just said was just talking in sleep, a touch of red appeared on the tips of her ears.

In order not to wake up Han Yingying, he didn't take the car and carried Han Yingying all the way home.

Put Han Yingying on the bed, took out the notes, and followed the above steps to remove makeup and wipe Han Yingying's face.

Just when he was hesitating whether to make a mask, Han Yingying woke up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a magnified handsome face, and Han Yingying subconsciously slapped it.

Shen Mosheng grabbed her wrist with quick eyes and hands, and whispered suspiciously: "Yingying?"

"Shen Mosheng, what are you doing?"

"Considering whether to make a mask for you, you didn't tell me, but you did it the day before yesterday and yesterday." Shen Mosheng confessed honestly, and asked very studiously, "Do you need to make a mask every day?"

"want."

"I'll do it for you."

Han Yingying looked at him suspiciously: "Will you?"

"will not."

"I'll do it myself." To avoid spoiling her mask.

Han Yingying stood up, washed her face again, and put on a mask.

Shen Mosheng was watching and studying seriously beside her.

Seeing his serious look, Han Yingying had a smirk in her eyes, picked up a compressed mask and handed it to him: "Milk tablets, eat."

"I don't have a sweet tooth."

"Not sweet, very fragrant, eat quickly."

Seeing her innocent smile, Shen Mosheng couldn't bear to refuse, so he took the "milk tablet" and put it in his mouth.

Touch, very strange...

Should it be chewed?
He tried chewing it, but found it completely tasteless, like eating cloth...

He looked at Han Yingying in distress and embarrassment, and said innocently: "Yingying, you seem to have bought a fake."

Han Yingying couldn't help laughing, but she was afraid that the mask would fall off, so she endured it extremely hard.

"Why are you so happy to buy fake products?" Shen Mosheng was even more puzzled.

"Stupid, that's a compression mask!"

"What is a compression mask?"

"It's the same as compressed biscuits."

Shen Mosheng pulled out the compressed mask from his mouth, stared at it for a long time, and said with a little helplessness: "Feminine things are indeed miraculous."

Han Yingying laughed even more happily.

She bought a bottle of lotion before, which looked like mineral water and was written in Japanese.

Dad thought it was mineral water, so he opened it and drank it. After drinking it, his face changed drastically, and he angrily scolded profiteers for cheating people.

She and her mother laughed until their stomachs ached.

Thinking of this, she suppressed her laughter, picked up that brand of lotion and handed it to Shen Mosheng: "Come on, drink some water to calm down the shock."

"Yingying, this is lotion, you can't drink it."

Han Yingying looked at Shen Mosheng in amazement: "You actually recognize him?"

"It says on it." Shen Mosheng pointed to the Japanese on the bottle with a delicate expression.

The words on the compressed mask were too small, and it looked like a milk tablet, so he ate it without reading it.

But the words on the lotion are very big...

"You kind of talented people are really annoying." Han Yingying said that she was jealous of her real name.

The last time I read German books, this time I learned Japanese characters. How much does Shen Mosheng know?
(End of this chapter)