Mr. He, please respect yourself

Looking at the still scenery outside the car, Song Zicheng couldn't understand what He Chumo meant by 'let's talk'.

What to talk about, what is there to talk about, it is better to fight.

Song Zicheng felt joy amidst his grief, thinking to himself, maybe he could win, and relieved his boredom with majesty.

"Turn around." He Chumo said, staring at the back of Song Zicheng's round head.

"Why? I don't want to listen to you." Song Zicheng deliberately sat on the sidelines, with his whole back facing He Chumo, "If you have the ability, don't lock the car. What a hero to lock me here."

He Chumo was overwhelmed by Song Zicheng's childishness, annoyed, "I just want to have a good talk with you."

"But I don't want to." Song Zicheng choked.

He Chumo: "..."

Song Zicheng never turned around, He Chumo was a little helpless, he sat in the driver's seat, and said slowly, "Recently, something is wrong with me."

Song Zicheng raised his eyebrows, his body didn't move, but his ears were erect, listening very carefully, is something wrong?What's wrong?Is it what he thought was wrong?

Song Zicheng was spurning his own color thoughts, but He Chumo continued, "I have never tried this before, I thought it was an illusion, but since you moved out of the house, this strange feeling has become more and more intense. …”

Could it be that the villa is haunted?

Song Zicheng was thinking about his little Jiujiu when he suddenly heard He Chumo say, "I think I like you."

Song Zicheng was stunned for a moment.

After He Chumo finished speaking, he fell silent. The atmosphere in the car was quiet, and everything seemed to be frozen.

The car door was locked, the window was closed, and the car just stopped in front of a row of sycamore trees. The branches and leaves on the tree were swaying gently, the wind was loud, and his heart was beating like thunder. Song Zicheng looked at the scenery outside the window, and He Chu kept echoing in his mind. What Mo said just now made my mind numb, as if I were in a dream.

Otherwise, how could he hear such a ridiculous lie?

like him?Who does not like?He likes himself too.

His face was slightly reflected in the window of the car, Song Zicheng was silent, looking at the silhouette in front of him, it seemed particularly unreal.

Song Zicheng laughed at himself for the uncontrollable shock and heartbeat at this moment, how could he not be heartbroken, these years of waiting seemed to be walking a very long and very dark road, he thought the road would be endless, but who knew, suddenly the light came in front of him There was a bright light.

It's just that the light is dazzling, Song Zicheng can't believe it, everything in front of him is real.

How could he believe it?He had been disappointed and sad so many times, until he finally gave up.How could he believe He Chumo's frivolous "like"?

Besides, what about Lin Qiao?

There are too many obstacles, Lin Qiao's existence, He Chumo's wavering, the deadlocked relationship between the He and Song families, his current situation, and the biggest obstacle is Song Zicheng's heart.

Even without these, he couldn't believe that He Chumo's love for him was real, completely flawless and pure.

When the two families were married, what kind of role he played between the two families, until now, he has not figured it out, he has not figured it out, but at this moment, He Chumo chose this time, chose to be in the marriage contract After the release, I suddenly said to myself that I like it. Is it because I like it?Or for other reasons?

He didn't want to doubt, but he had to.He remembered what Yaozi had said to him, and remembered the benefits that the He family had obtained secretly in this marriage.

Not to mention the embarrassing situation he was facing now, he didn't even have the qualifications to lie to himself to be happy.

He Chumo seemed to be able to say a word of liking easily, but Song Zicheng, who had been waiting for this word of liking all these years, could no longer accept it easily at this moment.

He Chumo didn't speak any words to urge him. He waited for Song Zicheng's reaction. After about 5 minutes, Song Zicheng slowly sat up straight and unbuttoned his seat belt very slowly.

Song Zicheng looked at He Chumo, and said in the usual tone, "Let me get out of the car."

For a moment, He Chumo didn't know what reaction he should give was the right one. When he heard Song Zicheng's voice, he seemed to be stunned. He just looked at Song Zicheng's face fixedly. As for what Song Zicheng said, It seems that they didn't hear it.

Song Zicheng looked at him, and said in a louder voice, "I want to get out of the car."

He Chumo came back to his senses, he faltered, looked a little cautious, and asked in a low voice: "You... heard what I said just now?"

The expression on Song Zicheng's face remained unchanged, but his eyes darkened, and his tone of voice softened, "I heard it."

He Chumo looked a little nervous, "Then you..."

Song Zicheng turned his face away, didn't look at him again, lowered his head, and said with a slight pleading tone, "Let me get out of the car."

He Chumo didn't agree, and said, "After you heard what I said...what do you think...in your heart?"

Song Zicheng couldn't bear it any longer, his nose felt sore for no reason, and the circles of his eyes suddenly turned red.

He really didn't want to do this, but he really couldn't hold back his emotions. Song Zicheng gritted his teeth and suppressed the crying, "I don't believe...you let me go...I I don't want to be with you anymore, really..."

He Chumo had just imagined a lot of Song Zicheng's possible reactions after hearing his confession. Do not believe your own words.

He Chumo heard such an obvious cry, and felt depressed and uncomfortable.

"I will not trick you."

He Chumo didn't know how to express his heart. He was not a articulate person, and he was even more stupid at this time. After a long silence, He Chumo said this.

Song Zicheng's tears couldn't hold back any longer, and big ones dripped down.

He knew, he always knew, whether it was when he was young or during the three-year engagement period, at any time, He Chumo had never lied to him.

Song Zicheng's silent crying caused layers of bitterness in He Chumo's heart. He took a deep breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and unlocked the car.

With a 'click' sound of unlocking, Song Zicheng opened the car door as if he had been rescued, and rushed out like an arrow.

He Chumo didn't move, he sat in the driver's seat, watching the young man outside the car running fast on the road, and soon became a small dot at the end of the road, and finally disappeared.

He Chumo couldn't tell what it was like at the moment, but he felt as if his whole body was filled with lead, especially when he saw Song Zicheng's movement of wiping his tears just now, his heart felt as if he had been severely cut by a knife.

He Chumo sat motionless, and after an unknown amount of time, he slowly picked up the phone with a black screen and turned it on.

As soon as the boot screen ended, several messages popped up, all showing missed calls, one was from Jiang Qing, and the others were all from Lin Qiao.

He Chumo looked at the dense red missed call signs on the screen, feeling inexplicably tired. When he opened WeChat, there was still a series of unread messages.

It's all about Lin Qiao.

He Chumo closed his eyes and pressed his temples.

Opening his eyes again, He Chumo looked at the chat interface with Lin Qiao, his face was as dark as ink, it seemed that it was necessary to sort out some things as soon as possible.

At this time, Jiang Qing was standing in front of Mo Shaoshi's bar, wishing to wring out Mo Shaoshi's troubled mind.

During the busy working hours at noon, the idiot made a life-threatening call to call him, but not only did the idiot not arrive, the bar door was still closed tightly, so why call him to make wool?Let him howl to the sky, lamenting the common people?

Sooner or later, he will interrupt the big dog legs of the capitalists to do whatever they want!

Finally dialed Mo Shaoshi's number, Jiang Qing scolded her head and face, "Sailor Moon, where the hell are you, I'm about to turn into a dried fish in the sun!"

Mo Shaoshi on the other end of the microphone was silent for a few seconds, and then hung up the phone with a snap.

Jiang Qing: "!!!"

Where is my dog-beating stick! ! !