Chapter 248: You Smell It's All the Smell of Money

"Then, let's frame it well and hang it in the bedroom to worship." Han Yingying nodded with palpitations, then swallowed her saliva and proposed seriously.

If she breaks it even a little, she's a sinner!

Amused by her appearance as if she was facing a great enemy, Shen Mosheng patted her head and softened his voice: "Sakura Sakura, take it easy, it's just a painting left and right." ”

"If it's an ordinary painting, it's an antique. You smell it, it's all the smell of money. ”

Shen Mosheng also smelled it seriously, and said regretfully: "I only smell the smell of paper." ”

"Well, let's treasure it, in case we can't eat one day, we can still sell it for money."

Han Yingying carefully rolled up the painting, gently tied it with a ribbon, held it in both hands and handed it to Shen Mosheng, and did not forget to advise.

"Antique, be careful."

"Yes." Shen Mosheng was funny and helpless, but she had to follow her request and carefully hold it and put it back in the bedroom.

After putting the painting away, Han Yingying breathed a sigh of relief.

The paintings collected by the old man must be very fond of them.

If she dares to break it a little, she will only have chickens and dogs jump at home.

"Sakura, it's ready, don't worry."

"You do things, I don't worry."

"Let's eat."

"You help me put the little golden Buddha on first."

Shen Mosheng got up, walked around behind her, and possessed her to help her put it on.

"Is it pretty?" Can't wait for him to turn around in front of him, Han Yingying half-turned her body and asked excitedly.

Before Shen Mosheng could get up straight, the two of them covered her body, and the distance was a little close.

Both of them were stunned.

They just looked at each other like that, and no one moved.

It was as if there was a magnet between them, slowly drawing the two of them together until the distance between them was zero and their lips were close to each other.

Separated, and both blushed.

Han Yingying turned around, her heart was beating a little fast, and the hand that was originally holding the little golden Buddha moved to the position of her heart and held it gently.

And Shen Mosheng stood behind her, staring at the top of her hair, raising his hand to gently cover his already red face.

In the air, there seemed to be pink bubbles floating with a sweet smell.

The two were silent for a long time, and it wasn't until Han Yingying's stomach began to sing about the empty city plan that she proposed with a red face.

"Shen Mosheng, let's eat."

"Hmm." Shen Mosheng sat down opposite her and buried his head in eating.

"Why don't you eat vegetables?" Seeing that he was only concerned about eating rice and didn't touch any dishes, Han Yingying pushed the plate towards him.

Pushing the plate back, Shen Mosheng glanced at her quickly: "I can reach it." ”

Then without looking at it, he just grabbed something and put it in his mouth.

"That's ......" Seeing that he was holding a piece of ginger, Han Yingying hurriedly reminded him.

"Huh?" Shen Mosheng chewed carefully and made a soft questioning sound.

"Ginger." Han Yingying couldn't help but show a spicy expression.

After swallowing all the food in his mouth, Shen Mosheng said as a matter of course: "Eating ginger is good for your health." ”

"You're handsome, you're right about anything." For Shen Mosheng's strength, Han Yingying could only express her admiration.

Anyway, she couldn't eat ginger without changing her face, and the taste was really indescribable.

"Sakura Sakura doesn't eat?"

"Don't eat it."

"Although the taste is not good, it is healthy, and it should be eaten appropriately."

"I'm still young, I don't need to be healthy." Han Yingying resisted with all her body and absolutely didn't eat it.

Shen Mosheng's hand holding the chopsticks paused, and then weakly added: "Twenty-six years old, also very young." ”

He never cared about age before, but Ah Xing said that the three-year-old generation gap, he and Sakura have two purchasing agents, Sakura is thinking he is old?