Mr. He, please respect yourself

But He Chumo really appeared, he came with the sun behind his back, stood straight in front of Song Zicheng, glanced at the shop sign, and then smiled at Song Zicheng,

"morning."

Song Zicheng was stunned, but his mouth that was nibbling on the steamed bun kept moving. He chewed in a daze, his mouth bulging like a squirrel stuffed with food, and his mind was full of "what did this man have to do with God in his previous life?" Underground trading, look at this handsome little guy, the more you look at it, the more you want to eat one more bag'.

"Just had breakfast?" Seeing Song Zicheng ignoring him, He Chumo walked two steps closer and asked Song Zicheng again.

Song Zicheng heard his heart pounding.

In fact, Song Zicheng was quite guilty, because he couldn't help crying in front of He Chumo yesterday, and now he felt ashamed whenever he thought of his ugly appearance, very embarrassing, so he didn't know what to do except chewing a bag to cover up his embarrassment. How to answer He Chumo's words.

But there were only a few buns today, and he ate them all in no time!

Song Zicheng swallowed the last mouthful of steamed buns, staring at the empty steamer, wishing that a few steamed buns would come out of it.

"Do you still want to eat?" He Chumo looked at Song Zicheng with drooping eyebrows, staring at the empty steamer, "I'll buy it for you."

As he said that, he really turned around and lifted his legs to go to the bun shop opposite.

What to buy.Song Zicheng was a little sullen, stood up and shouted at He Chumo, "What are you doing here?"

He Chumo looked back at him and smiled again.

Song Zicheng glared at him, "Why are you laughing? I'm asking you, what are you doing here?"

But He Chumo didn't answer, instead he walked quickly to Song Zicheng, the two got close, He Chumo said to Song Zicheng in a low voice: "Don't talk."

Song Zicheng blushed suddenly, and became nervous when He Chumo approached him suddenly. He took two steps back and stuttered, "You...what are you going to do?"

Who knew that He Chumo leaned forward again, staring at Song Zicheng's lips, spoke in a low voice, and said again, "Don't talk."

Song Zicheng felt his nose itch, and he could even feel He Chumo's breath.

Just when he was thinking about it, the corner of his mouth was suddenly covered by a piece of tissue paper.

Song Zicheng "??!"

I saw that He Chumo pulled out a tissue from nowhere, was helping himself to wipe his mouth, and said while wiping, "Your mouth is dirty."

When Song Zicheng heard this, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand, and hurriedly took two steps back in embarrassment.

"I want you to take care of it?" Song Zicheng stared at He Chumo and kept wiping his face with his hands.

He Chumo was helpless, "But, your teeth are also stuffed with meat..."

Song Zicheng: "???"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The four eyes met in amazement for a few tenths of a second, and Song Zicheng yelled and turned around and ran towards the inner hall.

God, go around him.

Song Zicheng yelled and ran into the inner hall, and locked himself in the small warehouse where the proprietress used to store materials.

Then, squatting in a corner on one side, quietly took out the phone and turned on the phone to take a selfie.

Finally, he grinned nervously, showing his teeth...

There is really a big shred of meat between the teeth!

Song Zicheng wished he could dig into the ground and roll in the hole along the way.

Regret is the most useless thing. Song Zicheng stayed in the warehouse for a long time and struggled for a long time. During this period, no one thought of coming to see him, not even the proprietress. Song Zicheng got a little emotional, so he opened the door and left out.

As soon as they left the front hall, they saw the proprietress and He Chumo sitting at the small table where the guests had breakfast, chatting happily.

It should be regarded as chatting, because the proprietress seemed to be very interested in He Chumo, and kept asking He Chumo.

The proprietress: "Where is Mr. He from?"

He Chumo: "People from City A."

The proprietress: "It turns out that I am a local. The locals are good. I can live in the house at home, so I don't need to buy a house."

He Chumo: "I didn't live with my family."

The proprietress: "Well, it's also good to rent a house by yourself. The less restraint and jurisdiction of the parents will give you more freedom. Do you stay in city A to work? Is the salary high?"

He Chumo: "No salary."

The proprietress: "No wages? Which boss is so wicked and doesn't pay employees wages? You go and sue him. Even if you lose your job, Auntie, I will take care of your food."

He Chumo: "..."

Song Zicheng couldn't take it any longer, and hurried over, "Aunt Hong, he is someone I know, let me chat with him."

"Okay, okay, let's chat." The proprietress smiled and looked at the two handsome young men, her small eyes were narrowed as if glued, she covered her mouth, twisted her waist and walked away. Song Zicheng was dumbfounded.

"What did you say to Aunt Hong?" Song Zicheng asked.

He Chumo: "I didn't say anything, she was asking me questions."

"Then why is she like this?" Song Zicheng asked again.

He Chumo: "What's it like?"

Song Zicheng: "..."

Looks like an old fritters...

Song Zicheng glared at him, not wanting to talk to him anymore, and then purposely rolled his eyes, and asked fiercely, "You haven't said anything yet, what are you doing here?"

He Chumo: "Let me try the new soy milk you mentioned."

As he spoke, he raised the black bean milk that the lady boss had just poured for him.

That look really deserves a beating, how long has it been since the new products have become exhibits, Song Zicheng glared at him again.

He Chumo didn't care, and continued to smile, "Actually, I didn't just want to taste soy milk...I came because I suddenly wanted to see you."

The fat of older men and young people was as fragrant as butter meeting a hot pot. Song Zicheng felt like he had eaten a sweet and greasy bomb, which made him blush.

Is this dog man tired of talking nonsense?

Where did the cutting board face, dead fish eyes, and hippopotamus mouth go?In the past, saying a word was like a straight man biting glass, which made people's ears hurt, but now he sublimates automatically, do you know how to deceive people?And... still laughing.

Thinking about it carefully, before Song Zicheng, he rarely saw He Chumo smiling at him.

When I was young, I would smile politely at myself, but when I grew up, the Song family moved, and when the two met again, He Chumo always had an unhappy face when facing him.

No matter what efforts he made for him, he was unhappy and dissatisfied.

There is no way to delve into the past, Song Zicheng forced himself not to think too much, and said: "I said yesterday, I don't believe what you said."

He Chumo's eyes darkened slightly, and he responded after a long time: "I know."

Song Zicheng couldn't see him like this, turned his face away, "Then you go, don't come again."

He Chumo looked at Song Zicheng, the young man's eyebrows were the same as before, and the light in his eyes was as clear and translucent as usual, and he couldn't help asking, "How are you recently?"

Song Zicheng was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of He Chumo's words, "What... do you mean?"

He Chumo smiled bitterly, "Actually, during this period of time, there are many things I want to ask you, and there are many things I want to know, about what happened yesterday, about the Song family, about the competition, about your suspension of school, but think about it carefully. Think, I am not qualified to tell you these things... When you are forced to experience and accept these things, when you may be very disturbed and afraid, I am not standing firmly by your side... Now I want to make up for it I can't, so I can only ask you, how are you doing recently? Are you still living in that kid's apartment in Li's family? Back then, you took out a large sum of money to buy back that house from me. A sum of money, is the money enough now?"

Song Zicheng bit his lips tightly, desperately trying not to let the tears flow down.

Is he doing well, you only come to care now?What is the use of this belated concern?

With a faint cry, Song Zicheng said slowly: "It's late, it's too late for you to say these things now."

He Chumo gave a soft 'um' and fell silent.

The two were silent, and the atmosphere was stiff. He Chumo suddenly asked, "Apart from soy milk, is there anything else to eat?"

Song Zicheng was a little stunned, and subconsciously replied, "No more, this place only sells soy milk."

He Chumo responded sullenly, stood up, and seemed to want to leave.

"Are you hungry? Didn't you eat breakfast?" Song Zicheng asked.

"No." He Chumo replied truthfully.

Song Zicheng hurriedly looked at his watch, it was almost ten o'clock, this person is so stupid, hungry?

Song Zicheng couldn't help walking up to He Chumo, and said to He Chumo, "I'll take you to buy food."

President He Da smiled like a fox.

The big fox was led by the little squirrel. With the familiar scene and the familiar recipe, Song Zi clarified Chuhe Chumo's taste preferences and appetite, shuttled between several shops, and each came with a set of dumplings.

He Chumo followed Song Zicheng every step of the way, watching him greet the shop owners warmly, chatting about homework, inexplicably warm.

The winter sun will lazily come to work only at this time, the golden color swaying all over the ground, accompanied by the cool wind, with that unique smoke and fire, seems to fill the whole chest with all the warmth .

Cozy.

In front of the steamed dumpling shop, there happened to be a large piece of sunlight falling, He Chumo couldn't hold back, and stood back a step, the warm breath immediately enveloped his body.

so comfortable.

He Chumo faced the light and closed his eyes.

It seems to smell the strongest aroma of wheat.

When he opened his eyes, Song Zicheng in front of him was also looking at him.

The two of them were only two steps apart, and the noise around them seemed to be blocked out all of a sudden. They looked at each other, and there were stars shining in each other's eyes.

He Chumo suddenly remembered the TV series that Song Zicheng used to watch. The hero and heroine looked at each other from a distance across the road. Regardless of the heavy rain, no matter whether the night was dark or the moon was dark, only the protagonists were on the screen.

Speaking of it, he still complained about why the hero and heroine didn't cross the road and blocked the traffic.

When He Chumo thought of this, he laughed to himself. He stepped forward, walked up to Song Zicheng, took the breakfast that Song Zicheng had just bought, and inadvertently brushed Song Zicheng's hair that was blown by the wind on his forehead, and said softly, "Buy it!" Already? Let's go."