Mr. He, please respect yourself

He Chumo looked at him with an unprecedented firm tone, "I have someone I really like in my heart."

When He Chumo finished saying this, he suddenly didn't dare to face Lin Qiao in front of him. The inexplicable guilt in his heart quickly occupied his brain. What Joe has done and given is enough, but there is an inexplicable apology in his heart, as if in his deep-rooted subconscious mind, being kind to Lin Qiao is a matter of course.

After a long time, Lin Qiao still didn't move, even his expression didn't change at all, just looking at He Chumo steadfastly.

He Chumo couldn't help showing worry, "Xiao Qiao?"

"I know, I know." Hearing He Chumo's voice, Lin Qiao finally reacted, but his face seemed to be stunned, his eyes were empty, and he was clearly looking at He Chumo in front of him, but that His dull eyes seemed to want to see through He Chumo, "This person is Song Zicheng."

It's not an interrogative sentence, it's an affirmative sentence.The corner of Lin Qiao's mouth curled up, full of far-fetched meaning, with resentment, lethargy, and unwillingness, "I knew it a long time ago."

He Chumo's heart skipped a beat, and he sat up straight, listening to Lin Qiao muttering to himself, "You keep caring, caring, and giving me the kindness grandma has shown you, but you are actually making excuses for yourself... .... What kindness are you talking about? This kind of thing is the most stupid thing. It's all the bondage you put on yourself... You have bonded yourself, and you have also bonded me... You made me think that as long as I return to my country, I will There is hope, there is a way out, there are people who understand me and love me... But what is the reality, I am like your dog, you want to build a good person on a whim, and promise to take care of me, yes Hello, I will act with you, play with you... Now, if you don’t build a good character, you have to be an affectionate person, a person who is desperate for love, and you have to pursue you Pursue the person you like. But what about me, what are you going to do with this foil when you build a good character? Throw it back abroad and let it go?"

He Chumo frowned.

"Did you always think of me as a fool?" Lin Qiao sighed and sneered, "Just throw it away, newcomers come and old ones go, in this world, it's always like this The law of all things, there is no such thing as eternity, everything is time-sensitive, and has a shelf life..."

Lin Qiao took a deep breath, and almost gritted his teeth and continued, "You can like whoever you like, I can't control it, and I don't have the qualifications. To me, you have broken your promise this time, so you once promised I, will always take care of me, will support me to debut and become famous, you will not break your promise, will you?"

He Chumo listened to Lin Qiao's words with a sullen face, and was about to speak, but Lin Qiao stood up by himself, turned around and left without waiting for He Chumo to say anything.

It's just that when he turned around, he overturned the cup of hot tea that He Chumo had poured for him because of his excessive movement. yes.

Lin Qiao just glanced back, then turned and left, even more hurriedly.

Immediately afterwards, there was a harsh slamming sound of the door.

The huge house soon became quiet. He Chumo sat in his original position for a while, and began to pick up tools to clean.

He Chumo cleaned slowly, packed up and went back to the kitchen. After thinking about it, he took out the tableware that Song Zicheng had left in the cabinet.

The tableware is not a complete set, but they are all exquisite and beautiful. He Chumo put the tableware in the cleaning dish, turned on the tap, and rinsed it carefully.

He did it these days when he was alone at home.

If it was before, he would definitely feel that this kind of behavior is meaningless to waste time, but since Song Zicheng moved out of this house, he felt for the first time that this house is so big and empty, and under the silence of every possible way, he thought of tidying up. These cutlery.

I used to eat with Song Zicheng, and the fool would always think of various ways to let him wash the dishes, saying that his hands were sore and tired, today is not the mood of washing dishes, and once said that he would faint when he washed the dishes .

At that time, I really couldn't hold back, so I said something out of nothing, but was told back that I didn't understand his stalk.

I really don't understand, I asked Jiang Qing the next day, and Jiang Qing didn't understand either.

There are too many things I don't understand, He Chumo thought, carefully put the last bowl away, closed the cabinet, turned off the lights, and left the kitchen.

What caught my eye was still a huge room, empty.

The next day, when Jiang Qing drove to pick up his boss, his face was furtive.

The whole journey was silent, the two had their own concerns, one was to hide what happened to Lin Qiao at the airport, the other was confused, only thinking of his sweetheart's face full of tears, and what Lin Qiao said last night if.

Fortunately, the road to work is not far away. When he arrived at the place and was about to get off the car, He Chumo received a call from the repair shop, asking He Chumo to come to the shop and explain the problem with the car.Just when Jiang Qing was at the side, He Chumo let him deal with it.

Jiang Qing started the car, and before leaving, seeing the electronic time displayed on the car console, something suddenly occurred to her mind, and she quickly called out to stop He Chumo.

"Boss!"

He Chumo stopped and stood still, "?"

"The day after tomorrow is Mr. Song's birthday." Jiang Qing left such a sentence and drove away.

He Chumo looked at the car going away, turned around and left.

It's Lao Song's birthday, Song Zicheng will go, after all, the relationship between grandfather and grandson is real.Regarding that farce, Song Suian declared at a relatively grand business banquet that Song Zicheng was indeed a child of the Song family, and also strictly stated that the farce itself was a personal attack and insult to the person involved, and would be passed by the law The method is to investigate the rumor makers behind it, as well as the rumor spreaders of the incident.

This statement was spread, and everyone believed the real estate tycoon's words, because he was so cruel that he didn't even let his wife go.Mei Shu, the person who had the most fun in this farce, was unilaterally filed by Song Suian to the court for divorce.

This incident caused an uproar in City A, and various rumors, true and false, were spread among the upper class circles. Some people rumored that it was because Mei Shu had no children. For the sake of family business and successor, Mr. Song would rather recognize Song Zicheng as his grandson He was also unwilling to pass on the property to his granddaughter; it was also rumored that Mei Shu and Mr. Song's relatives had forced Mr. Song to make a will when he was seriously ill, which angered Song Suian, so he was kicked out of the Song family.

In short, there are all kinds of rumors, but He Chumo never cared about these things, so when Jiang Qing said it, he just listened to it and didn't express any opinions.

Compared with these rumors, He Chumo was more worried about Song Zicheng's future whereabouts. He was still just a student, if he didn't go back to Song's house, where would he go?

Staying in the apartment of the young master of the Li family?

As He Chumo thought about it, he couldn't help turning on his phone, and clicked on the chat interface with Song Zicheng.

During these days, he always clicked on Song Zicheng's chat interface to watch, but he only watched, without sending any messages.

It's not that we can't get in touch, it's just that there seems to be no topic to chat with.

It was difficult to even send the first sentence.

In the past, it was Song Zicheng who took the initiative to talk to him, and even the last message on the chat interface was sent by Song Zicheng.

Song Zicheng told him that the soymilk shop in the breakfast street had launched a new soymilk, which was delicious, and asked him to try it.

He Chumo sat on the office chair, staring at the sentence from Song Zicheng on the phone.

He suddenly wanted to taste the new black bean soy milk.

Picking up his coat, He Chumo went to Jiang Qing's office to get the company's car keys, and then trotted all the way.

There is some expectation in my heart.

Song Zicheng was disturbed by He Chumo, and he almost cried all the way back to the apartment. His eyes were swollen like half-sized walnuts. Fortunately, Li Yaoxu was not in the apartment yesterday. He applied cold compresses for a long time and finally disappeared.His eyes were no longer swollen, but he didn't sleep well all night, he tossed and turned in bed, and got up early this morning.

At the end of the day yesterday, Song Zicheng felt that all his energy was wasted on random thoughts, all messy things were floating in his mind, and it was still very messy up to now.

Can it be messy?Want to know what he heard?He heard that He Chumo liked him!

He had heard of cracks and landslides, of boars and sows.

The sow said that men are reliable, and boars can climb trees.

Said the boar, and the sow was right.

So what exactly is He Chumo trying to say by saying such appalling words?

Do you picture him as youthful, beautiful and charming, or do you picture him as handsome and graceful?

Look, he was cranky again.

Song Zicheng couldn't take it anymore, so he got up early to wash up and went to the soy milk shop to help out. He hadn't gone yesterday, and he was thinking about the good old soup cooked by the proprietress.

Down and down the fire.

In the breakfast restaurant, because Song Zicheng was afraid of meeting his classmates, he always helped out in the inner hall of the restaurant during the time when there were a lot of customers, and never went to the front hall. He just changed shifts with the proprietress, he looked after the shop, and the proprietress tidied up the inner hall.

It was already past nine o'clock in the morning, and the peak flow of people in the morning had passed. Song Zicheng was busy all morning, a little tired, and moved a chair to sit and look at the shop.

The owner of the neighboring store brought him steamed buns, and he ate them in a daze.

Hairy, he felt that his old eyes were dazzled and his mind was lost. Otherwise, how could he see He Chumo standing in front of him?

That bastard, who messed up his heart, dared to appear in front of him? !