Chapter 161

At dinner, Chen Yuehong winked at Han Mo and wanted him to bring more vegetables to Shu Ya, but Han Mo pretended not to see it.

Chen Yuehong has been scolding her son "axis" with her eyes.

Han Mo ignores his mother. He knows too well that he can't eat. Others still try to put food in the bowl and can't help eating it, so he doesn't want to give Shuya such pressure.

More importantly, Han Mo knows that female stars like Shuya should pay attention to diet, especially dinner. They generally don't eat a lot. Mom and dad's table today is full of hard dishes and full of calories. If Shuya eats too much, she will exercise and consume excess calories when she goes back at night. He doesn't want Shuya to work hard.

Of course, these are his psychological activities, which others don't know.

Especially Shu Ya even saw that her aunt meant to want Han Mo to bring her vegetables, but Han Mo pretended not to see it. Are you so reluctant to bring me food? Shuya muttered angrily.

Chen Yuehong's single-minded thought matches Shuya and Han mo. she has long seen that Shuya still has the meaning of compound. Unfortunately, her stupid son has not been enlightened.

What can I do? My son didn't take the food, so she had to take it by herself. She tried her best to take the food for Shuya. After a while, a small hill has been piled out of Shuya's bowl.

Han Mo guesses right. Shuya doesn't eat much at night, especially high calorie things, in order to maintain her figure. If she eats too much one day, she will burn off the calories before going to bed by exercising. She manages her figure very strictly.

Shu Ya looked at all kinds of meat piled up in the bowl. She was embarrassed to refuse Chen Yuehong's kindness. She had to put it in her mouth. However, she was silently calculating how much exercise to increase when she went home for a while.

Chen Yuehong and Han Jun have always said, eat more, eat more.

Shuya nodded politely, but Han Mo saw at a glance that she couldn't eat at all.

"Can't eat? Give it to me. " Han Mo whispered, then stretched out his chopsticks and sandwiched the full "hill" in Shuya's bowl into his bowl. He didn't say much and ate it.

Chen Yuehong didn't understand why her son not only didn't take vegetables but also robbed others' bowls. She was stunned. Just when she wanted to speak, Han Jun gently kicked her under the table and had a tacit understanding with her wife. Chen Yuehong glanced at Han Jun, swallowed her words back, didn't say a word and continued to eat.

Only Shuya knew that Han Mo was helping her out and whispered, "thank you." Eyes filled with gratitude.

"Dad, Xuanxuan can't eat any more. Can you give it to you?" The little guy poured the dishes in his small bowl into his father's bowl.

Before Han Mo could refuse, the little guy had emptied his small bowl. There was no way. Han Mo also ate all the dishes left by his daughter.

......

The little guy used the sticky tactics and refused to come down on his mother. Shuya had to stay with the little guy until Xuanxuan fell asleep very late. Shuya quietly walked out of the small room and was ready to go back.

Shuya didn't drive and was going to ask the driver to pick her up. Han Mo's low voice stopped her behind her, "I'll take you back."

No one else helped this time. It was late outside. Han Mo thought he should send Shuya back, so he did.

Shuya was afraid that she would be a little polite, so she really gave Han Mo no courtesy. She agreed immediately and said shyly, "OK, thank you."

Two people are alone in a closed environment, and the air is filled with ambiguous breath, a little muggy.

Han Mo lowered the window slightly, revealing a small gap. The night wind slowly blew into the car, and several strands of hair hanging in Shuya's chest floated slightly with the wind.

Shuya casually stroked her long hair to the right side of her shoulder. Under her slender neck, the beautiful clavicle was clearly visible.

Han Mo glanced at the rearview mirror, took back his sight, rolled his Adam's apple up and down, and put the window down again.

Shuya only cares about her anger. Han Mo doesn't take the initiative to speak. She doesn't care about her beauty at the moment. It's the beauty that people forget to speak when they see it and just want to enjoy it quietly.

Suddenly the phone rang. Han Mo scanned his eyes. It was Meng Si. He directly pressed hands-free.

Meng Si's first sentence of "little Mo Mo" called Shuya shudder. Han Mo was used to listening. She looked indifferent. Shuya curled her mouth. If she hadn't known Han Mo and Meng Si, she would have thought they had something.

Meng Si called to tell Han Moyuan about today's meeting with Zhang Youcheng. His description was very interesting. He mainly described the appearance of two people from Guangdong and Hong Kong after knowing that Han Mo had written so many songs, as well as Xiao Pang's assists, which made Shu Ya endure until she didn't laugh.

Until the end, Meng Si changed back to a serious tone. "Whether to write songs for Zhang Youcheng or not, you still have to make your own decision. Don't tell you first. I'm going to sleep for beauty sleep. Don't be wild outside. The child is sleeping. You go out alone. You don't know what to do."

"Well, that's it." Han Mo knew that Meng Si was serious, but he had to talk nonsense and hung up.

Meng Si's phone gave the two people who wanted to talk to each other but couldn't find the right topic something to say.

"Zhang Youcheng, do you know?" Han Mo asked.

Shu Ya smiled and pinned a strand of broken hair at the temples behind her ears, just revealing a faint dimple on her cheek“ Of course, the God of singing in Guangdong and Hong Kong has produced many Cantonese albums and has a high reputation in the singing world. But I haven't published a Mandarin album. It's less well-known in Beidu. "

Han Mo said "Oh", he didn't know much about Zhang Youcheng, but Meng Si didn't directly refuse, but kicked the request to him. It should be hard to refuse.

Shuya smiled and said, "are you hesitant to write a song for Zhang Youcheng?" Her tone of voice is particularly soft. With the atmosphere in the car at the moment, it makes people listen very comfortable.

Han Mo smiled and asked casually, "do you think I should help him write?"

Shuya poked the minibus, frowned slightly, carefully helped Han Mo take his ideas, and whispered, "generally, Peng Ye helped me filter my work first, and then gave it to me if I think it's OK. Let me make a second choice and choose according to the time. I think Meng Si should be the same, so he didn't directly refuse for you. He must think that you can help Zhang Youcheng write songs if time permits and you are willing“

Han Mo nodded approvingly, "would you like me to write a song for him“

Shuya was stunned for a moment. A touch of crimson climbed up her cheek and played with a strand of hair at her fingertips. "I don't want you to write to him?"

"Well, don't write." Han Mo didn't know about Zhang Youcheng. It really doesn't matter whether he writes or not. There's nothing else except money. Han Mo, who Shu Ya just analyzed, also thought of it, so he wanted to hear Shu Ya's opinions.

Shuya's cheeks began to get red and hot. She coughed gently and deliberately covered up her emotions. "It's really bad for Zhang Youcheng to come to Beidu to invite songs in person, and it's very sincere to listen to Meng Si's meaning. Otherwise, write one for him this time."

"OK." Han Mo readily agreed.

Shuya's eyes were slightly stunned, raised her chin, crossed her heart, and decided to say everything, "however, you should promise me that this is the last time to write songs for others. In the future, you are not allowed to write songs for others except me."

"OK." Han Mo still happily agreed.

"You, don't you think about it?" Don't write songs for others. Even Shuya thinks it's too much, but Han Mo agrees without even thinking about it.

Han Mo smiled, "don't think about it. If you don't let me write, I don't care."

Shuya deliberately turns her head to the window and laughs happily in her heart. Han Mo is afraid that Shuya will close the window again and cover the car with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Suddenly, the gentle voice broke the silence.

"Do you still like me?"

Han Mo didn't speak.

Shuya was shy and didn't dare to look at Han mo. she deliberately turned her head to one side. She didn't wait for Han Mo's answer for a long time. She turned her head angrily to Han Mo, "why don't you answer my question."

"I don't want to answer such a stupid question." Han Mo said helplessly.

"Where stupid? You say. "

"I don't know whether I like you or not, but I will think of your stupid appearance from time to time, and then I will smile happily in my heart. Knowing that you may be in danger, I don't want to find you. I always feel that you are all in the song and dream. "

Shuya Youmei's eyes flickered, his nose turned sour and his eyes turned red.

"Are you stupid? Why don't you say you like me?" Shuya cried with a cry.

"I like a person not by mouth, but by doing things." Han Mo said.

Shuya was unconvinced. "Then why do you like Xuanxuan? Why do you tell her every day that dad likes you and Dad loves you."

"She is so young that I don't say it to coax her. How can she understand?" Han Mo thought what Shuya said was angry and funny.

Shuya pouted her tender little mouth and whispered, "I'm small, too. If you don't say it, I don't understand." Then he turned his face again and looked out of the window with a happy smile on his mouth.

Han Mo was a little helpless and gave a light "Oh".

"I don't care. I chased you last time. I confessed first. This time you want to chase me." Shuya pretended to be angry and said.

Han Mo thought about it and said that it was a little difficult. He really didn't take the initiative to chase people. He fell in love with Shu Ya. Shu Ya spoke first before he thought about how to express himself. Therefore, Han Mo's chasing people is a piece of white paper“ I can't chase people. Why don't you teach me. "

Shu Yaqi bit his lips and didn't want to talk to Han Mo again.