"It's ugly."

"Do you have a little bit of an aesthetic? This wooden hairpin is obviously very beautiful, and whoever sees it praises it. And it was made by Shen Mosheng himself, containing his full love, is it a priceless treasure, okay? ”

The first time someone said that her wooden hairpin was ugly, Han Yingying was really angry, but she could only suppress her anger and explain to him.

It's okay if she doesn't say it, the more she says it, the more irritable she becomes, and she snorts more impatiently: "It's ugly, it's an eyesore, and it's upset when you see it." ”

"You"

"I just hate it!"

Gritting her teeth, she took off the wooden hairpin and put it in her pocket, Han Yingying gritted her teeth and said, "I took it off, are you satisfied?" ”

Shi Lou snorted lightly, his heart was full of chagrin, he hated himself like this, but he couldn't control it.

"I took it all away, what kind of temper are you still messing with?" Han Yingying had a terrible headache.

Is this retribution?

Since she was a child, there was no way for others to be tossed by her, and it was the first time she met this kind of completely helpless person.

"Who lost your temper with you?"

"Who's making trouble knows who's making it."

"I'm going to drink Coke."

"Buy it yourself."

"Can't walk."

"In a wheelchair."

"Han Yingying, am I a patient, or your idol."

Chongtian rolled his eyes widely, and Han Yingying had no choice but to buy him a drink.

He's an idol, he's the biggest.

As soon as the drink was bought, Shi Lou made a new request: "My shoulder hurts, help me rub my shoulder." ”

"I'm a doctor, not your babysitter."

"Forget it, then continue to hurt, it hurts so much that you can't hold a pen and can't write a song" Shi Lou pretended to be pitiful and lamented.

When it came to writing songs, Han Yingying immediately compromised.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a smile, and the originally blank brain suddenly surged out of the idea of creating, and it became stronger and stronger, Shi Lou shouted excitedly.

"Han Yingying, I want pen and paper, quickly."

Han Yingying hurriedly handed him the notebook and signature pen she was carrying.

I hope that Dr. Fan will not ask her to do a ward round together, otherwise she will find that she doesn't even have handwriting, and she will be scolded for being a bloody dog.

As soon as she thought of the fierce and vicious Doctor Fan, Han Yingying couldn't help but shrink.

But looking at Shi Lou, who was seriously creating, she felt that even if she was scolded, it was worth it.

Some people are born to be singers, and Shi Lou is such a person.

She hopes that Shi Lou can always stand on the stage and shine brightly. Sing forever and warm more people with his singing.

Han Yingying stood quietly aside and didn't bother.

Shi Lou was immersed in creation and got carried away.

It wasn't until he wrote down all the thoughts that suddenly popped up in his mind that Shi Lou looked at Han Yingying excitedly: "Look, my new song, I wrote it, my new song"

"Great, congratulations!" Han Yingying sincerely cheered for him.

"It's all because of you, it's all because of you." Shi Lou was happy like a child, suddenly hugged Han Yingying, and then let go of her, looking at her with bright eyes, "When I compose a song, I will be the first to sing it to you." ”

"Okay." Han Yingying was a little excited, and she didn't know what to do.

Idol's new song, she was the first person to listen to it, so happy!

"You go and pick out a guitar for me, and I'll transfer the money to you on WeChat."

"As a thank you gift for the first time to listen to a new song, I'll give you a handful."

Shi Lou was stunned for a moment, and then looked at her more enthusiastically: "I will cherish it for a lifetime." ”

"My pleasure."

"No, it's my luck." You're my luck.

Shi Lou looked at Han Yingying, his eyes were suppressed and affectionate, so careful and cautious, he didn't dare to divulge half a point.