Chapter 173 Whatever a single dog eats is a waste

Han Yingying, who was drinking the soup, shook her hands and turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No wonder I asked them to make up for it, I thought they were ...... last night

"Sakura, why are you blushing all of a sudden? Uncomfortable? Shen Mosheng looked worriedly at Han Yingying, who almost buried her face in the bowl.

"No, it's okay......" Han Yingying buried her head lower, wishing to burrow into the soil.

Shen Mosheng stretched out his hand uneasily, probed her forehead, and saw that the temperature was normal, so he put his mind at ease: "You drink slowly, there are still a lot of them." ”

"Yes, there are a lot of them, Sakura Sakura likes it, drink more." Mother Shen hurriedly answered with a smile, and glared at her little son dissatisfied.

"I don't even have a girlfriend, what soup do you drink? Leave it to your eldest brother and Sakura. ”

Shen Xinghan was shocked: "Mom, what does drinking soup have to do with whether you have a girlfriend?" ”

"Anything a single dog eats is a waste."

Shen Xinghan: ......

Is this my own mother?

He must have picked it up!

"Sakura Sakura, Mo Sheng, you drink more, if you like it, I'll cook it for you at night." Shen's mother's gentle persuasion was completely two people when she faced Shen Xinghan.

Shen Xinghan looked at the eldest brother weakly and helplessly: "Brother, I want to drink it too." ”

"Here you go." Shen Mosheng generously pushed his bowl to him.

"Thank you, big brother." Shen Xinghan happily took it and drank it.

Shen's mother glared at him: "Your eldest brother worked so hard last night, you are a single dog embarrassed to grab soup with him?" ”

"Isn't that a happy thing, why is it so hard?" Shen Xinghan, who has rich theoretical knowledge and zero points in practice, retorted very unconvinced.

Shen's mother glared at her stupid son with hatred: "If you don't find a girlfriend, you can only talk on paper forever." ”

Shen Xinghan, who has been squeezed all the time, is extremely helpless: "Mom, I'm only twenty-four years old, young and promising, how can I look like a sinner in your eyes?" Isn't it just a girlfriend? I'll bring you a company back! ”

"As much as you dare to bring, I will dare to admit as much as you want, you bring."

In order to prevent being squeezed by his mother all the time, and there is no human rights at home, Shen Xinghan decided to find a girlfriend as soon as possible and hurried over to learn from others.

"Brother, is it fun to get married?"

"Marriage is a lifelong event, not a pleasure." Shen Mosheng admonished seriously, "If you get married, you must be responsible, you must do your best to be good to others, and you must not neglect and neglect." ”

"Your brother is right. The daughter of other people's parents who have been carefully raised for decades, how can you be a child's play?

It takes a lot of courage for a girl to leave the environment she has been familiar with since she was a child, her closest family, to marry you, and to live with a group of strangers.

When people marry you, they come to enjoy happiness, not to find a wrongdoer to torture themselves. If you are not good to others and have a playful mentality, how can you be worthy of other girls and parents? ”

Shen's mother hurriedly took over the conversation, and looked at her youngest son with an extremely serious expression, lest he always be so careless and hurt other people's girls' families in the future.

I really don't know who Shen Xinghan's out-of-the-box temperament is.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, begging my eldest brother and mother to spare their lives." Shen Xinghan folded his hands and begged for mercy pitifully, for fear that his eldest brother and mother would continue to teach him endless lessons.

Didn't he just ask if it was fun to get married, why did he seem to have done something sorry for other girls?

What's more, if it's as fun as a cutie, how can he be willing to be sorry?

As soon as he thought of the rabbit-like He pear, Shen Xinghan felt itchy in his heart.