Mr. He, please respect yourself

"I've already got the phone number of the sneak shooter to contact Xiao Chen, take a look." Jiang Qinggang was about to hand the number on the phone to He Chumo, but found that his boss looked absent-minded.

"Boss, what are you looking at? Are you listening to me? The domineering president has to go to work, too!"

Jiang Qing was not in a good mood, she had been pissed off by a little white lotus just now, and now her boss was not up to date, she couldn't help complaining, and followed He Chumo's gaze.

The fragrance that was about to be exhaled from the mouth suddenly stopped.

Yo, it turned out to be an old man.

The hotel's inner lobby is designed in the sky. He Chumo is standing on the upper floor of the hotel. When he lowers his head, he can overlook the panoramic view of the lobby on the first floor of the hotel.

Song Zicheng followed the two elders and left with the young people he saw in the hospital that day.

Watching with a mobile phone in his hand, he stared at the screen of the mobile phone even when he was walking.

Bow-headed people.

He Chumo looked at that little head from a distance, and couldn't help complaining in his heart.

Song Zicheng always loves to play with his mobile phone, even when walking. He has told him several times before, but he still doesn't change.

I most remember one time, after dinner at night, he cleaned up the tableware and washed the dishes. Song Zicheng followed him into the kitchen, holding his mobile phone in his hand and kept pressing. There was a refrigerator in front of him. He was about to make a sound to remind him, but Song Zicheng lowered his head because of concern. Playing with the mobile phone, without looking ahead, he bumped his head against the corner of the refrigerator abruptly.

With a 'bang', a large lump immediately swelled up on his forehead.

After saying something to him, he replied unconvinced, 'No way, I only have this hobby. '

He Chumo remembers that he couldn't help but roll his eyes at that time, dare you really fill in the hobbies and hobbies column on your resume when you look for a job in the future: 'Playing with mobile phones'?

......

Jiang Qing looked at his boss, obviously in a daze, the corners of his mouth could be raised, he looked like a fool who had been quiet for a long time, and he couldn't help shaking his hands vigorously in front of his eyes.

It was able to shake out the slightest breeze.

He Chumo: "..."

"Wake up and see reality."

Jiang Qing's six relatives attacked him in disbelief, "Look at you now, are you worthy of talking about romance, spring, summer, autumn and winter? Don't think that Song Suian can breathe a sigh of relief if he is still investing in Xingyao. We will not have the support of that preferential policy in the future. Cost Soaring, you have to work harder! In this way, the employees of Starlight, together with their families, neighbors, distant relatives, including roadside puppies, can share a good life."

He Chumo: "..."

Song Zicheng, on the other hand, was looking at the screen of the phone, which displayed Song Suian's chat interface.

And the person who called him just now was also Song Suian.

Just now, Song Suian called him and said that the results of the appraisal had come out, and asked him to come out and meet.

Song Zicheng didn't want to go to the appointment.

Last time, when Song Suian contacted him by phone and said that Mr. Song wanted to have a DNA test again, he actually resisted in his heart.

In the past 20 years, who has been the most afraid to do this appraisal and face such a result, Song Zicheng feels that it is not Mr. Song, but himself.

He can still convince himself that what is being said by outsiders is that such an appraisal result was forged by someone with a heart, and it is not true.However, if he went to check the appraisal himself and the result of the report was still the same, then what excuse should he use to convince himself that his mother was not a liar.

Because what he is most afraid of is that he can't even lie to himself.

Once the frank facts are made public, who can guarantee true acceptance and forgiveness?

Song Zicheng couldn't answer for others, he struggled in his heart, on the one hand he wanted to know the truth, to confirm, to believe, but on the other hand, he was afraid of the way others would look at him in the days to come.

I have personally experienced such pain and grievance once, the two slaps that Aunt Mei slapped hard on my face are still so deep, as if I just endured it yesterday, even the pain still remains in my heart, it is very clear .

If he was really forced to go through it again, Song Zicheng didn't know whether he would feel numb and accept everything calmly, or he would always pay attention and make the bleeding wound deeper and deeper.

But even though he was unwilling in his heart, he didn't dare to express his thoughts. When such a request was made, he could only nod in agreement.

After 20 years of favor and love, he was reluctant and unable to refuse.

It's just that it would be too cruel for him if he personally opened the final results.

Song Zicheng refused at first, but Song Suian begged, saying that the old man was too old, and he was afraid that he would not be able to accept it.

Can't help but soften my heart.

This is his weakness.

So we made an appointment to meet at a cold drink shop in front of Song's head office at [-]:[-] today.

Since Song Suian was very busy with work, Song Zicheng could only take one trip.

"Do you need me to accompany you there?" Li Zhihui, who was standing beside Song Zicheng, looked at Song Zicheng who bowed his head and said nothing, and asked aloud.

Song Zicheng shook his head, looked up at Li Zhihui, "No, I'll just go by myself, it's not far away."

Li Zhihui nodded, he couldn't hold on any longer.

It was already three o'clock, Song Zicheng was afraid of being late, so he ignored Li Yaoxu's mother's kindness and called an online car-hailing car.

Fortunately, the hotel is not far from the Song family's head office. About 10 minutes later, Song Zicheng stood in front of several majestic office buildings.

In front of these buildings is a very wide open square, which is also owned by the Song family company. A huge stone plaque was built in the center of the square, with two striking characters engraved on it, 'Hongsheng'.

This is Song Zicheng's first visit to Hongsheng Real Estate, the headquarters of Song's company since he was sensible.

It turned out to be like this.

Song Zicheng stood in front of the square, looking at the extremely tall buildings in front of him from a distance, feeling dazed for a moment.

The thing that I always thought was far away is suddenly in front of my eyes. I didn't expect that the thought in my heart was: Oh, so, it's just that.

But these "just so", everyone is still fighting for it.

Song Zicheng turned around and left, turned on the walking navigation, and came to the cold drink shop Song Suian mentioned.

The cold drink shop that Song Suian mentioned was actually a cafe full of style. Song Zicheng found a seat by the window and sat down, and ordered a cup of out-of-the-ordinary avocado ice.

Less than 5 minutes after Song Zicheng sat down, Song Suian came.

The door of the cafe jingled, Song Zicheng looked up, Song Suian was looking at the door, and when he saw him, he slightly raised his hand at him.

Song Suian's back was illuminated, reflecting his silhouette. The once tall back seemed to be gone, and Song Zicheng's nose felt sore for no reason.

When he was very young, he always thought that people would never grow old or change.

When he was complaining about his unwarranted emotions, Song Suian sat down.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" The clerk followed Song Suian, he glanced at the menu, and asked Song Zicheng again.

Song Zicheng hurriedly replied, "No, I just arrived too, look, I haven't even touched this glass of cold drink."

Song Suian smiled, with his usual gentle and easy-going appearance, he ordered the meal in a leisurely manner, added some snacks, and asked to take them away when he left the store.

Song Zicheng sat quietly, his eyes unconsciously glanced at Song Suan's document bag on the ground.

"What did you have for lunch?" Song Suian did not hurry to get to the point after ordering the meal, but chatted with Song Zicheng about the daily routine.

"Aunt Li took us to the buffet at the hotel." Song Zicheng responded.

Song Suian hummed softly, "Recently you live in Xiaoyao's apartment?"

Song Zicheng nodded.

"Will it be inconvenient? Is there anything missing? I'll ask Aunt Mei to bring it for you."

"No shortage, everything is fine." Song Zicheng refused, "Don't bother."

Song Sui was silent for a while, then asked again, "Is the money enough?"

Song Zicheng nodded hurriedly, "It's enough. I won the bonus in the last competition, and I still have a lot left. I will also do odd jobs in the future."