On the other side, Shen Mosheng hugged Han Yingying and ran all the way.

Seeing that she was about to rush out of the door, Han Yingying hurriedly patted him: "Shen Mosheng, stop." ”

Shengsheng stopped, and Shen Mosheng looked at her worriedly: "You have a stomachache and want to go to the hospital." ”

"That's a delaying tactic, otherwise how can you escape Grandpa Shen's clutches?" Han Yingying snorted and said with palpitations.

"Grandpa Shen is really scary, my legs are still weak now, you can carry me to the sofa and sit for a while."

"It really doesn't hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Shen Mosheng hugged her and sat down on the sofa, a pair of dark eyes staring at her stomach tightly, without blinking, as if he was afraid of a villain suddenly popping out.

Being stared at by him uncomfortably, Han Yingying grabbed the pillow and smashed it in his face: "Don't look at it anymore." ”

Accurately took the pillow, and Shen Mosheng's face was full of worry: "I'm afraid that your stomach hurts." ”

"It won't hurt if you keep staring?"

"You have to tell me if it hurts."

"I see."

"You stupid boy, you're afraid that Sakura Sakura's stomach hurts, so pour her some water and prepare something to eat, what's the use of just staring?"

Mother Shen glared at her son with hatred, and secretly sighed that it was good that Sakura was willing to ask for such a wooden son, otherwise it would be really sad.

Shen Mosheng's expression was slightly stunned, and he asked with some hesitation: "Do you want to eat?" ”

"No, it's time for me to go home."

Mother Shen said at the right time: "Sakura, there is pudding today." ”

"Then I'll sit down again." As soon as she heard that there was food, Han Yingying immediately changed her mind.

"Mo Sheng, go and get the pudding you left for Sakura." Shen's mother hurriedly glanced at her son, hoping that he would be smart this time.

Who knows, Shen Mosheng asked with a puzzled face: "When did I leave her a pudding?" ”

Mother Shen:

Han Yingying:

Why have illusions about an elm pimple?

Seeing that both of them were looking at him speechlessly, Shen Mosheng was even more confused: "What's wrong?" ”

"Go get the pudding out of the fridge." Shen's mother resisted the urge to hold her forehead.

After all, the son is his own, and he can't be too obviously disgusted.

Shen Mosheng didn't move: "Sakura Sakura has eaten too many cold drinks today, and she can't eat anymore." ”

Han Yingying glared at him: "I can!" ”

"The stomach will be upset."

"I'm comfortable."

"Sakura, don't be willful."

"You're not my dad." Han Yingying muttered unhappily, her mind full of pudding.

"I'll send you back."

Mother Shen:

Han Yingying got up angrily: "No need, I'll go by myself." ”

"It's dark, it's not safe."

Han Yingying gritted her teeth: "It's safe, Dad." ”

"I'm not your father" Shen Mosheng glanced at her sneeringly, and was a little at a loss when he saw her angry appearance.

"Yes, you're my grandfather, can't I listen to you for everything? Grandfather! Han Yingying was so angry that she didn't want to pay attention to people at all.

"I'm not"

"What, you still want to be my ancestor?"

"It's not"

"Ancestor, go back quickly, I'm afraid I can't help but beat you."

Shen Mosheng walked quickly in front of Han Yingying and blocked her way.

"What? Do you want me to kowtow to you, ancestor? Han Yingying stared at him with fiery eyes, and she couldn't wait to rub him and throw him aside.

Shen Mosheng half-squatted down, was at the same level as her, and said seriously: "You beat it." ”

"Shen Mosheng, do you think I don't dare?"