Mo Shao’s Heart-warming Favorite: the National School Grass is a Girl

At noon that day, Mo Yuan came over to cook for Su Chen as always.

"Many people outside are asking what your song looks like." Mo Yuan suddenly thought of something and said to Su Chen casually.

This year's Spring Festival is a little earlier than in previous years. After New Year's Day, there is only one month left.

And the second trial time of the program every year is half a month before the Spring Festival.

This also means that Su Chen only has less than a week left to create.

Of course, these things were only recently learned by Mo Yuan.

According to his previous dislike of the entertainment industry, he didn't bother to understand this thing.

"What do you say?" Su Chen rubbed her forehead. These days, she even delayed bedtime until two in the morning. There were still many stories left to read.

Of course, it's not that you can't write until you finish reading. Su Chen is also a particularly extreme person sometimes.

It's time for what she decides must be done!

So this time, although she knows that if she continues to read it, I am afraid that in the remaining few days, at most, she will finish reading the story.

As for writing a song, it is very difficult.

Mo Yuan snorted, it was the first time that he saw Su Chen so persistent.

But thinking about it carefully, Su Chen has always been persistent.

He has never failed to complete what he has to do. It was just that it took too long this time, which made Su Chen a little overwhelmed.

"Then I'll go back and tell you on the Internet."

Mo Yuan didn't think there was anything.

He firmly believed that Su Chen could be on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala this time, and all he had to do was to take care of Su Chen's daily life.

Well, the perfect housewife!

Thinking of this, Su Chen couldn't help laughing.

This little milk dog has performed well recently. When does it seem that he can be rewarded?

"Woo, my Majesty Ben Maomao's performance has always been very good, wow, why don't you praise me?"

Mao Qiu cried and said.

Knowing that your Majesty is very busy these days, it did not bother your Majesty!

Mao Qiu feels so angry!

Your Majesty knows to praise Xiao Mozi, and he has forgotten his thoughtful work!

Su Chen: "..."

Forget there is another drama player here!

Hairball:"???"

Majesty, you are afraid that you have forgotten, I can hear you speaking like this!

Sure enough, you have other dogs, so you don’t love me anymore, 嘤嘤嘤~

"By the way, have you ever thought about how to spend New Year's Eve?"

Mo Yuan asked again while cooking.

Although with the development of the times, the importance of the Spring Festival does not seem to be that high.

But for Chinese people, New Year's Eve is still a very unique day.

Su Chen pursed his lips when he heard the words, and his eyes grew deeper.

After a while, she said faintly: "I'm just New Year's Eve."

Perhaps for others, New Year's Eve is a very festive day.

But for Su Chen, New Year's Eve was her nightmare.

She performed the beheading mission for the first time on New Year's Eve.

Hehe, who could have thought that when she raised her head to watch the fireworks, there was a dead body lying beside her, and the ground was still full of blood?

Although she was going to perform the mission with Sohao, even though the people who died were damned.

But at that time, she was only a teenager!

Although there is no need to perform the task now, Su Chen still doesn't want to live this life.

Because it makes no sense!

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