Chapter 335: How long can you go?

Finished.

President Shen is getting better and better at saying sweet words, and she can't stand it anymore.

Mo Shiyi coughed twice and pushed the man away slightly, "Don't make trouble, there are people here."

As a person who has experienced love, He Shangwu, the big light bulb, took over the conversation automatically and consciously without waiting for Shen Muchan to speak, "Today's training is almost done, and from now on, just do the corresponding exercises every day." He didn't mention the current situation at all.

Shen Muchan hugged the shy little woman who wanted to escape tightly, "Mr. He, please worry about Shiyi's training in the future."

He Shangwu smiled innocently and said, "I will definitely do my best. You two seem to have a good relationship."

"Of course."

He Shangwu knew that he would only continue to be a light bulb here, and he turned and left after agreeing with Mo Shiyi on the time for the next training.

He thought of his deceased wife, and the smile on his lips faded a little.

If she were still alive, they should continue to be as sweet as the Shen couple.

That day.

In her dying moments, she even felt pain when breathing, but she still held his hand tightly, and tried her best to tell him, "Okay... take good care of... our... Xiaomu."

Whenever she recalled this, the seven-foot-tall man could not help but feel red in the pain.

Mo Shiyi looked at his back and actually saw a bit of loneliness.

Her originally excited mood suddenly calmed down, and she said, "Mu Han, we..."

How long can we go?

Shen Mu Han held her tightly with his backhand, interlocking their fingers, "Time will bear witness to our feelings."

So don't worry, they will definitely be together until they are old.

The depressed mood is just a moment.

Mo Shiyi pulled Shen Muhan to the window, dragged a wooden chair over and leaned it against the window, and then pressed the man to sit on it, ordering him, "I don't care whether you are working or doing anything else today, you must sit on this chair and don't move."

"Why?"

Mo Shiyi glanced at the easel with her back to Shen Muhan, and cleared her throat unnaturally, "You are my husband. If you don't model for me, who else do you want to model for me?"

The truth is, the person she wants to be in the painting is him, not anyone else.

"Besides me, do you want someone else?"

It was obviously an ordinary question, but it happened to be said by Shen Muhan, plus her little thoughts...

Mo Shiyi inexplicably felt a little short of breath.

Shen Muhan gently pulled Mo Shiyi into his arms. When she fell down, he did not forget to reach out and hold her waist, fearing that she would hit her stomach without paying attention and feel uncomfortable.

The earlobe was gently bitten, and there was a tingling sensation.

Mo Shiyi couldn't muster the strength to resist, her cheeks were red as blood, "Speak nicely, don't mess around in broad daylight."

Shen Muhan didn't answer but asked, "How should I calculate my remuneration for being a model for you?"

"Talking about money hurts feelings, I'm yours, what else do you want for remuneration?"

Mo Shiyi's eyes rolled around, she didn't dare to look at his face. She wanted to be vague, but Shen Muhan approached step by step, like a ferocious beast with claws stretched out ready to hunt.

Especially when Mo Shiyi felt Shen Muhan's gesture to step forward, she froze.

"Wife, I'm hungry."

Turning her limbs stiffly like a puppet, Mo Shiyi pointed to the cabinet under the desk, "There is food in the cabinet, you can pick it."

Shen Muhan didn't buy it, his hand slipped to a dangerous place, "You know I'm not referring to this aspect."

Mo Shiyi wanted to cry but had no tears. Of course she knew exactly what the other party was referring to!