Han Yingying was a little embarrassed, and after thanking her, she hurriedly patted Shen Mosheng.

"Let me go quickly, and I won't be ashamed in public."

This is a typical case for the wicked to sue first.

Shen Mosheng looked at her helplessly: "Yingying, you have been refusing to come down." ”

"Is it me?"

"Yes."

"Shen Mosheng, are you sure it's me?" Han Yingying glared at him, with an expression that he dared to say it again, and asked him to look good.

Feeling threatened, Shen Mosheng nodded hesitantly: "Maybe I'm wrong." ”

Han Yingying smiled with satisfaction: "That's right, how could I be wrong?" If it's wrong, then you must be misremembering. ”

Shen Mosheng held back a smile and replied softly: "Well, I remembered wrongly." ”

Seeing him like this, Han Yingying smiled and grabbed his arm: "Let's go, I'll take you shopping." ”

Looking at Han Yingying's smiling face, the corners of Shen Mosheng's mouth couldn't help but rise: "Yingying looks very happy." ”

"Aren't you happy?"

"Happy."

"Why are you happy?"

"Because I met Sakura."

Han Yingying smiled brightly at him: "Me too, because I saw Shen Mosheng, so I was very happy." ”

"Sakura, you're so nice." Shen Mosheng smiled happily, and his heart was warm.

Sakura said that she was very happy to see him.

What a wonderful phrase.

Listen to it every day, and you won't get tired of listening to it for the rest of your life.

"Shen Mosheng, why do you always like to say this? Is there nothing else to praise me? For example, she is beautiful and kind, gentle and lovely, intelligent and generous. ”

Shen Mosheng looked at it with some sneer and said, "Because, I think you are very good." ”

"It's not that you don't have a vocabulary?"

"I've praised Sakura a hundred times, it's not the same, but you're asleep, you shouldn't have heard the back, do you want me to continue to praise?" Shen Mosheng looked at Han Yingying very seriously.

It's not that he lacks vocabulary, and it's not that he doesn't know Sakura's merits.

I just think that Sakura Sakura is so good, and one sentence is enough.

"No, no, no." Han Yingying poked his waist funny, "You still praise me." ”

Probably in Shen Mosheng's heart, the sentence "It's so good" resisted all the beautiful rhetoric, right?

"Hmm." Shen Mosheng lowered his head and looked at Han Yingying's hand holding his arm, his eyes flashed, "Yingying, I want to hold hands with you......"

Before he finished speaking, his ears were already red.

Han Yingying generously withdrew her hand and stretched it out in front of him: "For the sake of you giving me such a big surprise, I will generously let you take it." ”

Shen Mosheng's face was suddenly full of joy, and he gently grabbed Han Yingying's hand and slowly wrapped it in his palm, as if he was treating a rare treasure.

It's a December day, and it's already cold.

Shen Mosheng's hands were as hot as a furnace.

The little hands wrapped in his big palms were extremely warm.

The warmth spread through the fingertips to the whole body little by little.

Han Yingying only felt that her whole person seemed to be wrapped in the March sun, warm and comfortable.

She raised her head, looked at Shen Mosheng, and smiled brightly: "Shen Mosheng, your hands are so warm, it feels like holding a small stove." ”

"Then I've been holding you like this and warming your hands."

"Okay, I'm afraid of the cold, and my hands and feet are easy to get cold, you have to warm me well."

"Well, at night, I'll warm your feet."

"My feet and hands are too cold, aren't you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid, I'll help you warm up."