The male god proposed again today

Chapter 337 You Are My Unspeakable Lucky
"Too ugly."

"Do you have any aesthetics? This wooden hairpin is obviously very beautiful, and anyone who sees it will praise it. Moreover, it was made by Shen Mosheng himself, and it contains full of his love. It is a priceless treasure, okay?"

It was the first time someone said that her wooden hairpin was ugly, Han Yingying was really furious, but she could only explain to him forcefully suppressing her anger.

It's okay if she doesn't talk, the more she talks, the more irritable Lou feels, and the more impatiently he snorts: "It's ugly, it's an eyesore, and it makes me upset when I look at it."

"you……"

"I just hate it!"

Gritting her teeth, she took off the wooden hairpin and put it in her pocket. Han Yingying gritted her teeth and said, "I took it off, are you satisfied?"

Shi Lou snorted softly, his heart was full of annoyance, he hated himself so much, but couldn't control it.

"I've taken them all away, why are you so angry?" Han Yingying had a terrible headache.

Is this retribution?
Since she was a child, she has been tormented by others and has no choice. This is the first time she has encountered such a completely helpless person.

"Who got angry with you?"

"Whoever makes trouble will know."

"I want a Coke."

"Buy it yourself."

"can not walk."

"In a wheelchair."

"Han Yingying, I am a patient, or your idol."

Rolling her eyes to the sky, Han Yingying had no choice but to buy him a drink.

He's an icon, he's the biggest.

Just after buying the drink, Shilou made another request: "My shoulder hurts, help me rub my shoulder."

"I'm a doctor, not your nanny."

"Forget it, let's continue to suffer from the pain, it's so painful that I can't hold a pen, I can't write a song..." Shi Lou lamented pretending to be pitiful.

It was about writing songs, Han Yingying immediately compromised.

The corner of his mouth unconsciously raised a smile, and the thought of creating suddenly burst into his blank mind, and it became more and more intense, Shilou shouted excitedly.

"Han Yingying, I want a pen and paper, hurry up."

Han Yingying hurriedly handed him the notebook and signature pen she carried with her.

I hope that Dr. Fan will not ask her to go round with her later, or if she finds that she doesn't even bring her handwriting, she must scold her bloody.

Thinking of the vicious Doctor Fan, Han Yingying couldn't help but flinch.

But looking at Shi Lou, who was seriously creating, she felt that even being scolded was worth it.

Some people are born to be singers, Shi Lou is such a person.

She hopes that Shilou can always stand on the stage and shine brightly.Sing forever and warm more people with his singing.

Han Yingying quietly stood aside, not disturbing.

Shi Lou was immersed in creation and carried himself away.

It wasn't until he wrote down all the thoughts that suddenly popped up in his mind that Shilou looked at Han Yingying excitedly: "Look, I wrote my new song, my new song..."

"That's great, congratulations!" Han Yingying applauded him sincerely.

"It's all because of you, it's all because of you." Shi Lou was as happy as a child, and suddenly hugged Han Yingying, then let her go, looking at her with bright eyes, "When I compose the song, I will Sing it to you first."

"Okay." Han Yingying was so excited that she didn't know what to do.

She is the first person to listen to Idol's new song, so happy!
"Go and help me choose a guitar, and I'll transfer the money to you on WeChat."

"As a thank you gift for being the first to listen to the new song, I'll give you one."

Shi Lou was startled, and then looked at her even more enthusiastically: "I will treasure it for a lifetime."

"My pleasure."

"No, it's my luck." You are my luck.

Shi Lou looked at Han Yingying with suppressed affection in his eyes, so careful and cautious that he didn't dare to reveal anything.

(End of this chapter)