The male god proposed again today

Chapter 17 Shen Mosheng is a Straight Steel Man
After taking a shower, Han Yingying threw herself on the bed, feeling a little annoyed.

Why is she always losing her temper?like a child...

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the red envelope on the bed, and she took it curiously.

The red envelopes made of cloth are very delicate, and the embroidery of auspicious clouds and the dark patterns of peonies complement each other.

The seal is a Chinese knot of the same color, adorned with two copper coins, which is elegant and symbolizes good luck.

Opening the red envelope, inside is a brand-new stack of hundred-yuan banknotes with serial numbers, and a one-yuan banknote from the 38th year of the Republic of China is mixed in the middle. Although it is old, it is very smooth and has not been damaged in the slightest.

one in ten thousand
Wanli pick you
The choice is still unique.

Mother Shen is so well-intentioned.

Han Yingying felt even more guilty, tears fell down involuntarily.

She did something wrong, and she insisted on going her own way. Not only did everyone not criticize her harshly, but they also treated her so well...

She suddenly didn't know what to do.

Just then, the phone rang.

She wiped away her tears and took the phone, it was Shen Mosheng's message.

[Get home safely, don't read. ]
This old pedant's tone made Han Yingying feel very funny.

[Shen Mosheng, why are you more like an old man than my grandfather? ]
Shen Mosheng only sent six points, obviously not used to his sudden promotion to "grandfather generation".

His depressed and bewildered look flashed through his mind, and Han Yingying couldn't help laughing "puchi", her fingers nimbly fluttering on the phone.

[Shen Mosheng, my aunt told me about you today. ]
[Um. ]
[um what? ]
[means I know. ]
Han Yingying: ...

This straight man of steel is simply a topic stopper.

Taking a deep breath, Han Yingying decided not to argue with him. After editing repeatedly and hesitating for a long time, she finally couldn't help but press the send button.

[Shen Mosheng, if it has nothing to do with responsibility and only cares about the child, do you want to keep him? ]
Shen Mosheng returned quickly.

[think. ]
Staring at that simple word for a long time, Han Yingying asked again.

[why? ]
[I am his father and I am responsible for him. ]
Han Yingying supported her forehead.

[Didn't I say that if it has nothing to do with responsibility? ]
[I have a responsibility to you and him, there is no if. ]
Han Yingying was furious.

[You are a steel straight man, you can't communicate at all, you might as well live with your responsibilities for the rest of your life! ]
This time Shen Mosheng didn't reply to her.

Could it be that the straight man of steel is angry?
Han Yingying frowned, and looked at the phone several times, but there was no response.

Just when she was about to ask Shen Mosheng if he was angry, news of Shen Mosheng came.

[What is Straight Man of Steel? ]
The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, Han Yingying asked in disbelief.

[It took you so long to come back, not because you are angry, but because you are thinking about the straight man of steel? ]
[Why are you angry? ]
Han Yingying wanted to be irritable.

Knowing that Shen Mosheng is a fairy brain circuit, why did she seek abuse?

Not getting her answer, Shen Mosheng asked again.

[What is Straight Man of Steel? ]
[Go to Baidu by yourself! ]
After posting several angry expressions in a row, Han Yingying threw the phone aside, not wanting to talk to Shen Mosheng anymore, lest he cry in anger.

Xu had been shopping for too long during the day and was exhausted. Han Yingying soon fell asleep, so she didn't see the phone turn on and Shen Mosheng's message popped up.

[I Baidu, I will learn to be flexible in the future, not to chat to death. ]
After waiting for a long time without Han Yingying's reply, Shen Mosheng put the phone on the table, neatly folded the clothes one by one on the chair, took a shower and went to bed.

At this time, the hour hand just pointed to nine o'clock.

(End of this chapter)