The male god proposed again today

Chapter 62
Han Yingying blinked innocently: "Why? I'm a good talker. There's nothing that can't be solved with a good meal. If there is, I'll eat twice."

Lin Xiling: ...

This ability to pretend to be stupid is also perfect.

While the two were talking, Shen Mosheng came back with new fried yogurt.

It just so happened that Han Yingying had finished the last one, and immediately happily took over the new flavor and started eating.

Shen Mosheng frowned, and reminded in a low voice: "It's not good to eat too much cold food."

Looking at him, then at the fried yogurt, Han Yingying pushed the thing in front of him cruelly: "Then help me eat."

Shen Mosheng's expression froze obviously, obviously he was still worried about what happened just now, and was afraid that history would repeat itself.

"Don't worry, I won't cry this time." Knowing his concerns, Han Yingying stuck out her tongue playfully and promised.

Only then did Shen Mosheng start eating in silence.

Han Yingying blinked at Lin Xiling.

Lin Xiling held her forehead and smiled sullenly.

The way to be nice to a person is to share what you like to eat with the other person.

I don't know if it's good or bad for Shen Mosheng, a man of few words and strict style.

But no matter what, Shen Mosheng chose the humming monster himself, even if he was kneeling, he could only persevere to the end.

After eating, Shen Mosheng naturally became a labor force, carrying things for Han Yingying and Lin Xiling.

No matter how delicate a woman usually looks, once she goes shopping, she seems to become a female warrior, and she doesn't feel tired no matter how much she walks.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening, but Han Yingying and Lin Xiling did not feel tired at all.

Shen Mosheng, who was carrying big and small bags, followed the two of them silently, without any impatience.

If it weren't for Mr. Shen's deadly series of calls, I'm afraid I would have to go shopping until the commercial street is closed to end today's shopping.

"Yingying, grandpa called and ordered me to go back immediately."

"I'll be with you." Han Yingying knew that Mr. Shen was definitely going to ask the teacher for a crime. Although Shen Mosheng said that if he was beaten, he would run away, but whether he could do it was still another matter.

"Aren't you afraid of grandpa?"

"I'm afraid, but I can't let him bully you. You are mine now, how embarrassing would it be for me if you were beaten?" Han Yingying persisted despite her legs becoming weak from fear.

Seeing that she was obviously scared, but still trying to maintain her cute appearance, Shen Mosheng couldn't help laughing: "Yingying is so nice."

"Shen Mosheng."

"Ok?"

"My legs are weak and I can't walk..."

Shen Mosheng knelt down in front of her: "Come up, I'll carry you on my back."

Han Yingying wasn't polite to him either, she climbed onto his back skillfully, put her arms around his neck, and sighed comfortably: "Shen Mosheng, your back is so wide and comfortable."

"Then I will often carry you on my back."

"Okay, you have to recite it until I am 80 years old."

The smile on the corner of Shen Mosheng's mouth grew stronger: "Okay."

"No, no, 80 years is too short. I am so kind, I will live to be at least a hundred years old."

"Well, then recite until one hundred years old."

"You are older than me. When I am one hundred years old, you will be one hundred and six. You are an old man with gray hair and lost teeth. Can you still move your back?"

"You are very light, you can move your back."

"Maybe I will push you to the square and watch me dance with the little old man." Thinking of that scene, Han Yingying couldn't help laughing.

Her crisp laughter was like the ding-dong of spring water, and it sounded very pleasant under the night sky.

His eyes flickered slightly, and Shen Moshen said stubbornly: "I will definitely carry you until you are a hundred years old."

It was Han Yingying's even breathing and raving from time to time that answered him.

"Shen Mosheng, I still want to eat."

Han Yingying actually fell asleep.

Shen Mosheng's steps were lighter, but the arc of the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and his dark eyes were extraordinarily bright in the night sky.

(End of this chapter)