The male god proposed again today

Chapter 143 Idols Are Spiritual Food

"What did I do?" Shen Mosheng was even more puzzled.

Buying a hat is a lucky star?

Then he will buy one for Yingying every day, until the day when he can't move his body or speak.

"You don't need to do anything, you will have good luck with you." Han Yingying's eyes were as bright as stars, and she smiled happily.

Although she didn't know what happened to make her so happy, these words undoubtedly made Shen Mosheng feel very good, and she also laughed.

"Well, then I will always be by your side."

Without noticing the tenderness in his eyes, Han Yingying took it for granted, "Of course you will always be by my side, you are all mine."

The words "my people" are like a honeypot in my heart, sweet to the bone.

Shen Mosheng couldn't help but smile from the corners of his eyes and brows.

He put the hat on Han Yingying's head carefully, and patted it lightly.

At this time, a staff member walked straight to the two of them: "You two, please follow me."

Under the leadership of the staff, the two entered the arena unimpeded from the staff passage and reached the front row.

It was the first time for Han Yingying to be in such a good position, and she felt more and more that Shen Mosheng was her lucky star, and asked happily: "Shen Mosheng, what gift do you want?"

"Why do you want a gift?"

"Because you let me talk to idols, and I still watch the concert at such a good location, I want to thank you very much."

"No, I don't lack anything." Shen Mosheng looked at Han Yingying who was beaming with joy, "Are you really so happy to watch the concert?"

"Happy, it's even happier than winning a big prize." Han Yingying nodded excitedly, her eyes always shining brightly.

"If you don't chase stars, you may not understand. But idols are spiritual food, and correct star chasing can make people a better version of themselves."

Shen Mosheng nodded in agreement: "I understand."

Han Yingying was a little surprised: "Aren't you not chasing stars?"

"No, but there are as many admirable and uplifting people in the world as there are stars. I can understand what you mean."

Seeing his serious look, Han Yingying poked him amusedly: "Now I'm watching a concert, not a class, so don't be so serious, old pedant."

"Yingying, is it not good to be old-fashioned?"

"It's not bad."

Shen Mosheng nodded: "That's good."

At least Yingying doesn't hate old scholars.

"Shen Mosheng, do you care about what I call you?"

"care."

"why?"

After thinking for a while, Shen Mosheng glanced at her quickly: "I'm afraid you hate me."

This answer surprised Han Yingying, and she looked at him fixedly.

This straightforward gaze made Shen Mosheng turn his head a little embarrassed.

Seeing that the tips of his ears were red, Han Yingying couldn't help stretching out her fingers and touching him lightly.

Shen Mosheng's body trembled, and he turned to look at her in shock.

Why is this look...so cute?

"Shen Mosheng..."

"exist……"

"You're blushing."

"Sorry..." Shen Mosheng hurriedly stopped talking, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

Han Yingying smiled lightly, just as she was about to continue teasing him, the lights suddenly went out.

A spotlight then hit the stage, and black feathers fell all over the sky.

An explosive voice sounded, instantly igniting the atmosphere.

Everyone screamed in uncontrollable excitement.

"Shilou, Shilou, Shilou..."

Han Yingying couldn't care less about teasing Shen Mosheng anymore, she stared at the stage with her eyes shining, her hands were tightly gripping the wheelchair, she was so excited that she forgot to scream.

(End of this chapter)