Mr. He, please respect yourself

He Chumo waited in front of Song Zicheng's school for almost three hours, because he was driving Jiang Qing's car today and was not qualified to enter the school, so he could only wait dryly at the school gate.

Just when He Chumo was about to give up and go home, Song Zicheng returned to school.

It was Song Suian's car, and Song Zicheng got out of the passenger seat. He Chumo noticed that there were two old people sitting in the back seat of the car.

He Chumo guessed that it was Mr. Song, so he didn't go forward. He waited until Song Suian drove the car away before running towards Song Zicheng.

"Song Zicheng!"

Across a small road, He Chumo shouted while running.

Song Zicheng stood still and turned around.

"You're finally back." He Chumo panted slightly.

Song Zicheng's eyes were a little confused, and he smiled at He Chumo, a little silly.

"You..." He Chumo was about to speak when he suddenly smelled the faint smell of alcohol on Song Zicheng's body, "Have you been drinking?"

Song Zicheng's face was slightly red, and he grinned at He Chumo, "Yes, I'm an adult, uncle and they said I can drink."

He Chumo looked at Song Zicheng who was dizzy in front of him, thinking that Song Suian was sincere.

"Did you drink a lot? Your face turned red." He Chumo's tone was a little worried, "You could get drunk with just a little beer before."

"I didn't drink any beer tonight." Song Zicheng still stood up straight, looking just like usual, "Uncle Ji asked me to drink baijiu, so I tried it. It's not bad, but it's very spicy."

He Chumo: "..."

"I'll take you back. It's a long way from here to the apartment. If you faint on the way, it's easy to get sick in such a cold day."

Song Zicheng raised his eyebrows, shook his head strangely, and wanted to refuse, but found that his head was getting dizzier, so he obediently agreed.

"Mr. He, why are you here? Did you come to school to find me?" Song Zicheng put his hands behind his back in a pretentious manner, his head was crooked, and he deliberately spoke in that old man's tone as he walked, It looked extremely funny.

He Chumo held back his smile and followed up, "Yes, I'm here to look for you."

Song Zicheng blinked, "Why?"

Why, He Chumo said, "Because I'm worried about you."

Song Zicheng blinked again, "What are you worried about?"

worry about what?He Chumo couldn't say it either, but when he thought of Song Zicheng's obviously frightened appearance in the police station today, he felt uncomfortable and depressed. This inexplicable emotion weighed heavily on his heart, and he just felt like Heartbroken and angry.

He Chumo looked at Song Zicheng, sighed, and slowly buttoned up the buttons on his coat.

"Hot." Song Zicheng was a little displeased, so he gave it a go.

"Cold." Seeing that Song Zicheng was about to unbutton, He Chumo stretched out his hand to stop him, and broke away Song Zicheng's hand that was about to unbutton.

But Song Zicheng's temper came, and he slapped He Chumo's back with a slap, with a lot of force, and he looked angry.

He Chumo looked at Song Zicheng who was frowning with his mouth flattened in front of him, helplessly, "If there is wind, it will be cold."

"It's not cold, it's very hot." Song Zicheng widened his eyes at He Chumo, and made a gesture to unbutton the button.

He Chumo couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply stretched out his hand and took Song Zicheng's hand.

Feeling the warm touch, He Chumo tightly held Song Zicheng's hand with distinct joints, which was obviously smaller than his own, and his heart was filled at once.

The corners of the mouth couldn't help but rise.

But Song Zicheng didn't buy it, and his hand was suddenly held. He was stunned for a moment, and then shook his hand vigorously, with a large swing of his arm, just wanting to shake off He Chumo's big palm, and scolded He Chumo while shaking it , "I won't let you hold it, I won't let you hold it, you are bad, let go... I won't let you hold it..."

Because Song Zicheng moved too much, He Chumo was afraid that he would be injured, so he hurriedly let go, "I was wrong, I won't hold."

As if coaxing a child, He Chumo said in a flattering tone, "Don't unbutton the clothes, it's easy to catch a cold if the wind blows."

Song Zicheng had a bitter face, wondering if he had listened to He Chumo's words. He stared at He Chumo's let go hand with a pitiful look, "I really don't want to hold on? I don't even know how to hold on."

He Chumo felt a little want to laugh and a little helpless, but more of a soft heart. He knew that Song Zicheng's aftertaste was getting better, so he could only follow behind him closely.

"Do you want to hold it?" He Chumo stretched out his hand and asked.

"No." Song Zicheng spoke hard, glared at He Chumo, deliberately retracted his hands, and walked two steps faster.

The drunkard had to obey. He Chumo looked at Song Zicheng who was staggering as he walked, and worried, "Are you dizzy? Do you want me to carry you?"

When Song Zicheng heard this, he turned his head abruptly, patted his chest, and yelled louder than anyone else, "Can you memorize me? I am a manly man with a strong back and waist, rounded to two meters tall!"

He Chumo: "..."

Obviously 1.7 meters five is a bit reluctant.

Song Zicheng didn't know what He Chumo was thinking, so he suddenly pointed at He Chumo and yelled inarticulately, "No, Yaozi said I'm a rich young master, so be proud! Squat down quickly."

What kind of pig teammates are you following?

He Chumo did as he said, and as soon as he bent down, Song Zicheng rushed to He Chumo's back. He Chumo staggered and almost fell to the ground due to inertia. It's not like both of them will have a shit.

"Is it heavy?" Song Zicheng leaned on He Chumo's generous shoulder, giggling.

"There are some." Straight men's speech is always fatal, He Chumo stepped on Song Zicheng, "You are not light."

Song Zicheng immediately twisted He Chumo's ears.

"It hurts." He Chumo gritted his teeth.

Song Zicheng laughed again, let go, and stroked He Chumo's red ears, "Hee hee, I'm dizzy and I can't control my hands, so I just want to twist your ears, so don't get angry."

He Chumo's ears became red and hot, and his whole body became red and hot.

He wasn't angry, but his mind was as bright as fireworks.

Terrible!

Song Zicheng didn't know the little ripples in He Chumo's mind, he leaned on He Chumo's back very restlessly, shaking his head, his legs were swinging back and forth like a swing.

Still humming a song.

"Come with me...start at dawn...dream has awakened...the heart will not be afraid...there is a place...that It's a happy hometown..."

It was a quiet night with a beautiful atmosphere, but Song Zicheng's singing had nothing to do with romance. He roared with a tone-deaf tune, which sounded as ugly as gnawing green onions. He Chumo felt that he was in purgatory.

"Stop singing." He Chumo suggested sincerely.

"Isn't it nice?" Song Zicheng yelled again.

"It doesn't sound good, it's too loud."

Before the words fell, the ears were twisted again.

"Why do you always dislike me?"

Song Zicheng muttered, enough yelling, and whispered in He Chumo's ear, the heat hit He Chumo's neck, itching He Chumo's heart slightly.

The night was insanely seductive, and the moon in winter was as bright as a mirror like a lamp. He Chumo coughed lightly, trying to hide the tension in his heart, and said, "I don't."

"You have!" Song Zicheng complained with dissatisfaction in his tone, "Don't think I don't know anything, you haven't even eaten the breakfast I brought you before."

He Chumo's heart sank slightly.

Song Zicheng lowered his voice, "Although breakfast is only made by my chef, if you don't like it, why don't you tell me, let me do this kind of thing like a clown..."

Song Zicheng buried his head on He Chumo's shoulder, "I saw it at that time, you threw breakfast to Assistant Jiang...you obviously didn't want to eat...you can tell me...it's embarrassing...I think I'm ashamed of myself..."

He Chumo listened quietly, feeling bitter.

He used to be such a jerk.

"But uncle said tonight, I can't blame you all." Song Zicheng sniffed, "He said that not long after we got engaged, my family attacked your company. Although it was your fault, uncle said that there are many people in this world People are incompetent and petty, so it is reasonable for you to take your anger out on me."

He Chumo: "..."

"Forget it, our engagement is over, you can't vent your anger on me anymore." Song Zicheng chattered endlessly, "You must be blind so you don't want me, how good I am, healthy and healthy, with neat teeth, can eat I can drink without being picky eaters, sleep without snoring at night, have normal eyesight without stuttering, and I am good-looking and have a lot of hair, it is you, you are too blind."

He Chumo hummed, "I was blind."

"You're not only blind, but you're covering your ears and heart. You're the worst." Song Zicheng said with a hint of crying in his voice.

He Chumo hummed again, walking slower and slower.

"But you used to...you used to be very good to me." Song Zicheng said again, "Uncle joked that I like you, maybe because when I was young, I always asked my father what he was like, and uncle would point at me. You said, my father looks like you, that's why I like you."

He Chumo felt a tide spreading from his shoulders, he was silent, listening to Song Zicheng's words quietly.

"I don't even remember, I forgot whether I asked these questions before." Song Zicheng's voice became smaller and smaller, "But, I like you for real, because you never lie to me, you are the worst It's gone...you are not good to me, but you are the best...I used to like you so much, but you don't want me...then I don't want you anymore...I don't want it...I don't want it all..."

While talking, Song Zicheng dropped his head and fell asleep.The intermittent words just now have now become the dream of a little drunk, with a bit of sincerity, a bit of temptation, and no scruples. It's like winning or losing on a gambling table. There are two ways to win or lose.

Song Zicheng's gamble started, but he lost.

He Chumo faced the cool wind and looked at the few stars in the sky.

I don't know when, the once bright and dazzling star is no longer dazzling.

Just like Song Zicheng's liking, being worn away by the night and by himself.

Wandering alone, I don't know where I belong.