Maybe it was because he figured it out, Shi Lou suddenly felt extremely relaxed, and more thoughts of wanting to create surged in his heart.

He looked at Han Yingying and showed the most sincere smile in this time: "Han Yingying, thank you." ”

Han Yingying also smiled: "You're welcome." ”

"By the way, your wooden hairpin is very beautiful and suits you very well."

"That's nature." Han Yingying smiled and narrowed her eyes, although she didn't understand why Shi Lou suddenly changed her attitude, but she knew in her heart that this was a good phenomenon.

"This guitar is also beautiful, I love it, I will cherish it." Shi Lou stroked the guitar gently, his eyes gentle.

"My pleasure."

"I'm going to keep writing songs."

"Okay, I won't bother."

Although Shi Lou looks thin and quiet, once he indulges in creation, he will become a complete person.

He almost never eats, drinks, or sleeps, and writes one song after another, recording the feelings that swell out of his heart to the fullest.

The first time he tried the taste of love, he died before it sprouted.

But for him, it is a very valuable asset.

He hopes that these songs, which are full of his feelings and true mood, can bring warmth and strength to more people, just like Han Yingying brought him.

Afraid that he would starve his body, Han Yingying had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of watching him eat, and even used all kinds of tricks to prepare food for him in order to make him eat more.

Coupled with her own work, she is almost busy with her feet on the ground, and she is so tired that she falls asleep every day as soon as she dips her pillow.

Looking at her tired appearance, Shen Mosheng felt extremely distressed, and the feeling of depression in his heart lingered.

Even the people he worked with could clearly feel his unhappiness.

Feng Yuyue explored many times to no avail, so he had to be cheeky and ask the cold beauty Qiao Yuetong to come out.

Qiao Yuetong's solution was very simple and rude, she directly kicked open the door of the president's office, and asked straight to the point: "Shen Mosheng, did you quarrel with Han Yingying?" ”

"I said aunt, grandma, you are so paved, so directly it will hurt the heart of Shen Mosheng, a pure woman and man."

Feng Yu wiped his sweat more and more, for fear that these two people, who had never talked much, but whose force was worth an amazing amount, would fight.

Shen Mosheng glanced up at the two of them, his eyes were cold: "No." ”

"Han Yingying abandoned you?" Qiao Yuetong's words were not shocking, and she didn't consider the mood of the people present at all.

Shen Mosheng looked displeased: "No." ”

"There's a third party between you?" Knowing that Shen Mosheng was a master of few words, Qiao Yuetong listed the possible problems one by one.

Anyway, what can make Shen Mosheng virtuous, except for Han Yingying, doesn't think about him.

"Are you idle?" Shen Mosheng's expression was even more displeased, his eyes were even cooler, and there was a faint sign of anger.

The sweat on the wind and rain became denser, and he pulled Qiao Yuetong, asking this little ancestor to evacuate quickly, and think of countermeasures to fight again.

Who knows, Qiao Yuetong was completely unmoved, and even came to a conclusion: "Is it your suitor, or hers?" ”

Shen Mosheng's eyes flashed.

Qiao Yuetong understood: "It seems to be her suitor." ”

"Finished?" Shen Mosheng was a little annoyed, "Retreat." ”

"No retreat." Qiao Yuetong snorted coldly, her attitude was a little arrogant, "Give me that man's information, and I'll get you to get him." ”

"Not necessarily."

"Since you said so, I want it."

Shen Mosheng:

Feng Yuyue:

"Don't give? I'll check it myself. Qiao Yuetong's so-called self-investigation is to call Han Yingying directly.

"Give me a copy of the profile of the man who recently pursued you."