Mr. He, please respect yourself

Song Zicheng felt that He Chumo was so annoying for the first time, he remembered that he always loved to pester He Chumo in the past, now he thought about it personally, no wonder He Chumo always hated himself in the past, it turned out to be really annoying!

I'm so bored!

What's even more annoying is that the proprietress of the soybean milk shop would occasionally boo with He Chumo.

The proprietress of the soybean milk shop: "Young man is so handsome, do you have a girlfriend yet?"

He Chumo: "I don't have a girlfriend."

Song Zicheng glared at him.

The proprietress of the soybean milk store smiled, "My daughter will graduate next year, don't worry, although she doesn't study here, if she sees you, she will definitely like you."

He Chumo knew that he was being stared at, so he sat upright, "But my boyfriend doesn't like it."

Song Zicheng glared at him again.

The proprietress of the soybean milk shop was surprised, "Are you dating?"

He Chumo said with a serious face, "Not yet, but soon."

Soymilk shop proprietress: "Then why do you come here every day? I thought you fell in love with my daughter. I see you standing in front of the shop every day, staring at my daughter's photo in a daze."

He Chumo: "..."

Song Zicheng smiled happily.

The proprietress of the soya-bean milk shop heard the laughter, and only realized it later, "Oh boy, you must have taken a fancy to our Xiaocheng, right?"

He Chumo nodded, smiling like a flower.

Song Zicheng glared at him with a shy face, his eyes full of warning, and was about to explain when the soya-bean milk shop proprietress spoke again, "It's a pity that you don't seem to be good enough for our little Cheng. You look a little anxious, and you are barely good enough for my daughter."

He Chumo: "..."

Song Zicheng laughed heartily, and it was rare to see He Chumo deflated, so he laughed even more heartily.

On the way back to school, He Chumo followed Song Zicheng as usual, but he didn't say a word, looking sullen, and he could tell he was still thinking about what the proprietress said.

Song Zicheng tilted his head to look at him, "Unhappy?"

He Chumo didn't hide it: "There are some."

"Is it because the proprietress said you were old-fashioned?" Song Zicheng asked.

"It's not all because of this." He Chumo said, "She said I'm not good enough for you."

Song Zicheng was slightly surprised, "Just because of this?"

He Chumo said with a straight face, "This is a big deal."

Song Zicheng blinked, "But this is the truth."

He Chumo: "..."

Song Zicheng laughed out loud.

"Don't be angry." Song Zicheng said with a smile: "Young people should accept other people's opinions with an open mind and accept the reality. It doesn't matter if you look old-fashioned. You can still look good if you are handsome."

He Chumo looked at him, "Then when will you accept my opinion?"

Song Zicheng: "What's none of my business? What opinion do you want me to accept?"

He Chumo: "We want a reconciliation opinion"

Song Zicheng: "We didn't quarrel."

He Chumo: "Since there is no quarrel, when will you go home with me?"

Song Zicheng: "???"

Why is this topic so broad?

He Chumo: "Young people should humbly accept other people's opinions and accept the reality."

Song Zicheng: "You learn how to speak from me."

He Chumo: "I did it on purpose."

Song Zicheng: "..."

He Chumo: "I'm not bad either. I'm healthy and healthy. I have neat teeth. I can eat and drink without being picky. I don't snore at night. My eyesight is normal and I don't stutter. Besides, I'm good-looking and I have a lot of hair."

Song Zicheng: "What kind of advantage is this? Are you so unashamed and boasting about yourself so much? But these words sound familiar."

He Chumo: "You said this yourself, on the day you got drunk."

Song Zicheng: "..."

The straight man of steel will really block the conversation at any time.

He Chumo: "You just said I'm handsome."

Song Zicheng: "So?"

He Chumo: "Did you like me because of my face?"

Song Zicheng blinked, "Not entirely."

He Chumo: "What else? Because I don't lie?"

Song Zicheng: "That's right, but how did you know?"

He Chumo: "I still have this face now, and I won't lie to you."

Song Zicheng: "So? What do you want to say?"

He Chumo: "You still like me, right?"

Song Zicheng was stunned for a moment, his heart was in a mess.

Because the first answer that popped out of his heart turned out to be 'right'.

Really, annoying!

Song Zicheng didn't answer this question, and He Chumo didn't force him to make a statement, but just said, "I know how to wash dishes."

Song Zicheng couldn't help humming, who wouldn't?

He Chumo: "I can also cook and cook. I can fry a steak for nine yuan and nine with free shipping."

Song Zicheng pursed his lips, but did not speak.

"I will also make preserved egg bean sprouts soup."

Finally, He Chumo said this.

Song Zicheng felt that his mentality had collapsed. Just because of such a sentence, his heart was pounding like a spring.

Let's live up to the dignity of a rich young master.

Just because a plate of preserved egg and bean sprouts soup collapsed?

However, He Chumo was a little frustrated. The shy words of love he thought of all the time didn't work on Song Zicheng at all, especially when Song Zicheng ran away without saying a word, which hurt his fragile little heart even more.

He was devout and innocent, and he didn't get a response, he just felt bitter.He Chumo returned to the office with heavy steps, staring at Jiang Qing who was sitting quietly in the office next door, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that Jiang Qing's face was full of pride and ambition, and his mood was even worse.

During working hours, his mind is hurting the spring and autumn.

Jiang Qing didn't know how his boss's face, which looked like he had eaten shit, was full of pride and ambition. He felt like sitting on pins and needles, staring at the photo Shen Shiwen gave him, wishing he could tear it up.

High-definition without watermark, glossy digital over-plastic, so clear that even Lin Qiao's mole can be photographed clearly.

In the photo, there is not only Lin Qiao's face, but also Jin Shengrong, whom Jiang Qing finds extremely disgusting.

The two were very close, and their wretched eyes told that they were having an affair.

Hehe, this drama...

Jiang Qing really wanted to clap her hands and call her an expert.

Is this guy really, was born with no other contributions other than creating trouble for him?

How could a young talent like the boss of his family want to climb into the bed of Jin Shengrong, who was full of greasy belly and stinking to the sky?

Out of your mind?

Jiang Qing gritted her teeth and threw the photo aside.

Taking a peek at the boss of his family, he saw He Chumo's expressionless face, sitting awkwardly with Jigong Songzi, and decided to put this matter aside.

Lin Qiao's incident at the airport seems to be unknown to his boss, so let's take advantage of the situation and keep it a secret. Don't let Lin Qiao jump in front of him. Anyway, the green on his boss's head is already a foregone conclusion. What is a few days?Might be able to grow beautiful flowers.

On one side, Jiang Qing thought of his own cleverness and made plans, while on the other side, Mo Shaoshi followed his pork prince to the bureau.

Of course it was not the Civil Affairs Bureau, but a small branch of the local police in a relatively remote area.

"What kind of place is this?"

When Mo Shaoshi heard that the Pork Prince said that he would take him to an important place, he was so excited that he specially changed into a new suit. The whole body was colorful, and the luxury was full of mental retardation, and the mental retardation was full of anger. He wore a flowered straw hat to show that he is the overlord of nature. He didn't expect that Prince Pork would bring him to such a barren mountain after being so well-dressed, and he couldn't help but be disappointed.

Damn Dashan Dagu, thanks to him being dressed so wildly and uniquely in the countryside today, is he coming to this kind of place to compete with a piece of weed for beauty?

Shen Shiwen didn't expect that Mo Shaoshi's inner world would be so rich. He asked Mo Shaoshi to wait there with a solemn expression, and then walked into the prison alone, giving off the feeling of going to the execution ground and dying.

Although Mo Shaoshi was puzzled, he waited obediently, but within 5 minutes, Shen Shiwen ran out, and he shouted at Mo Shaoshi from a long distance, "Run!"

The young master of the Mo family was as dumb as a pig waiting to be killed by the old Shen family.

"Run!" Shen Shiwen was so angry, he ran to Mo Shaoshi's side and pulled him, and then he started to run. The two quickly got into the car. Shen Shiwen started the car and stepped on the accelerator to make turns and turns. In the dust, wind and lightning, Mo Shaoshi felt that he was being controlled by an invisible hand, just like a pork dumpling controlled by the assembly line of the old Shen family.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Mo Shaoshi's mind was still in a daze, he glanced back at the middle-aged man who was standing in front of the police station, who was yelling at their car, his face was puzzled.

Panting heavily, Shen Shiwen threw a miniature recording pen to Mo Shaoshi, "I snatched it back."

"What is it?" Mo Shaoshi held the recorder covered in sweat, "How do you use it?"

What is it like to be stupid?What is it like to sit next to a stupid person?