Mr. He, please respect yourself

Song Zicheng was worried, when He Chumo walked into the kitchen, he leaned against the kitchen door, and said in a flat tone, "I'm still a classmate."

Song Zicheng could hear the insinuation.

He felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart. He couldn't figure out the meaning of He Chumo's words, and he didn't understand where his attitude of provoking teachers and asking crimes came from. He was just chatting with his friends. Could it be that he was still blocking your CEO's eyes?

Song Zicheng felt awkward, so he simply didn't answer.Now that He Chumo was in the kitchen, it was meaningless to keep pretending to be busy, so he turned around and left the kitchen, and when he passed by He Chumo, he deliberately avoided it.

"Song Zicheng, you're really good."

He Chumo noticed his evasive action, followed up nonchalantly, walked slowly in front of Song Zicheng, stared at the face of the person in front of him, folded his arms with his chest in a smile that was not a smile, "Why, I thought that sooner or later this engagement would be It's been lifted, so you don't even pretend to be in front of me? Are you so eager to leave me and find another new love? "

Song Zicheng raised his head and glared at him. Does this person really know what he is talking about? For no reason, he is labeled as looking for a new love. Could it be that he is so eager for a piece of green on his head?

Besides, it is Song Zicheng who is really green on his head. You, He Chumo, are a vegetable grower, what right and position do you have to scold him?

Simply incomprehensible!

"No objection?"

The corner of He Chumo's mouth raised a sneer, which made Song Zicheng's heart tremble.

"There's nothing to say to a madman."

Song Zicheng turned his face away and ignored him, and directly gave up changing his mind.

Since in this person's heart, he was determined to be such an unbearable person, so what's the use of explaining?He has never been the one who listens to explanations.

Haven't there been many living examples before?

When had he ever heard his own explanation?

He was about to serve the porridge, but Song Zicheng was about to start eating, when his right arm was caught suddenly, which shocked Song Zicheng greatly, and the spoon in his hand fell to the ground with a loud thud.He Chumo really used his strength this time, so strong that Song Zicheng burst into tears.

"pain!"

Song Zicheng also got angry, but he couldn't break free from He Chumo's restraint, and yelled at He Chumo angrily: "Are you crazy, why are you always like this?"

"Aren't you really going to explain?" The sneer at the corner of He Chumo's mouth deepened a bit.

When you brought Lin Qiao back, did you think about explaining it?

Song Zicheng showed pain on his face, but he didn't dare to ask, "Are you mentally ill? You said you were a classmate, but you didn't believe it."

"It's just how could a classmate kiss you?" He Chumo said with a cold smile.

"No kiss, just for fun, everyone is just joking..."

"just kidding......"

He Chumo repeated Song Zicheng's words, as if hearing some big joke, he sneered, but in the end he let go of his hand, watching Song Zicheng clutching his arm in pain, turning around and going to the living room to get it. Medicine box, find a ointment in it.

Song Zicheng learned his lesson, and when he saw He Chumo approaching, he quickly stood up and took two steps back.This man is like an unpredictable leopard. He has no strength to fight and is afraid of being bitten to death.

"You paint it yourself."

He Chumo threw the ointment in front of Song Zicheng, his face still stern, "Look at your phone after applying it."

Hearing this, Song Zicheng quickly took out his mobile phone, and when he opened WeChat, he sent several messages, including Yaozi's, Liu Weizhuo's, and the faculty group's, and the rest were He Chumo's messages.

Song Zicheng hurriedly clicked on He Chumo's dialog box, but the three voice calls were not connected, and there were still several messages asking him if he got up, had he eaten, and if he took his medicine on time.

They were all sent after 12:30 noon, and the latest one was after one o'clock, when he just woke up and was chatting with Li Yaoxu.

Song Zicheng shrank his neck, "I didn't know you were looking for me... At that time, I hadn't gotten up yet..."

He Chumo glanced at him, "You didn't get up, but you can answer the phone calls from your classmates?"

Song Zicheng pursed his lips, not knowing how to explain it. If he said that it was a voice call that he just got up and answered, it would feel like he was trying to quibble.

This time, He Chumo left without waiting for him to explain.When the door was closed, the sound of closing the door was loud, as if the house had to be demolished to relieve the anger.

Song Zicheng looked at the phone steadily. The chat interface with He Chumo hadn’t appeared for a long time. Except for today’s message, the most recent message was more than a year ago. Don't go back to He's house together.

The green dialog box that did not wait for a reply stayed alone on the exclusive chat background, followed by the display of today's date. He Chumo asked him if he got up, did he eat the porridge in the kitchen, did he take the medicine, and then three unanswered questions. Connected voice call invitation.

Did he screw up?

seems like it.

Song Zicheng felt a little uncomfortable, what is it now?Feeding him so much glass slag over the years, sprinkling a handful of sugar for no reason, alms?

As always, maintaining a scumbag character design is enough to make him die. Don't you understand this little truth?

Like a hot potato, Song Zicheng put his phone aside and concentrated on applying the plaster. After applying the plaster, he ate the porridge, cleaned up the dishes, and finally took the medicine. Today he was very free, so he simply buried his head in a deep sleep and never looked at the phone again.

He was very upset.

After waking up, it was even more chaotic.

It was so messy that he wanted to pick up the skewers and pour himself a cup of mango crunchy.

It was getting dark outside. Song Zicheng glanced at the small alarm clock on the table. It was almost 8 o'clock in the evening, but he was not hungry at all. On the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The cell phone next to him rang several times, Song Zicheng got impatient and took it over to check, it showed an unfamiliar number.

sell?Confused, but accepted it anyway.

"Zicheng, have you had dinner? I ordered takeaway for you. You have a stomach problem again. Remember to eat on time."

A mechanical and unfamiliar voice came from the microphone, and after saying this, he hung up.

Listening to the beeping busy tone, Song Zicheng was a little puzzled, staring at the strange number that had hung up for a long time, wondering who this person was.

Did you make a typo?

No, didn't this person clearly say his name at the beginning?

Song Zicheng thought, there were only two people who knew that he had stomach problems today, one was He Chumo and the other was Li Yaoxu.