Mr. He, please respect yourself

Song Zicheng stretched back, leaned on the sofa, threw the pictorial aside, looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, "He Chumo's white moonlight."

"Hey, it turns out that He Gouzi was the one whose brain was kicked by the donkey." Li Yaoxu's eyes sparkled, and when Song Zicheng mentioned He Chumo, he couldn't help leaning against Song Zicheng with a gossiping face, "I didn't expect He Gouzi to be so stupid." An old friend, why didn't you tell me, you hid it deep enough."

"Lin Qiao hasn't been in China for the past few years, so I thought they were done."

Li Yaoxu rolled his eyes, "Deceive yourself, where do you come from so much self-confidence. He Gou is used to being pampered by you. He dares to take you for a walk in front of you. I think this Lin Qiao is the same as before. He Gouzi’s troubles are different, being able to coax He Gouzi to help him make his debut in a competition proves that He Gouzi has a heart for him, so be careful that you will get greenwashed sooner or later.”

Song Zicheng smiled bitterly, brushed his bangs to the top of his hair, "It's already green, look, it's shining."

Li Yaoxu was a little dumbfounded, "No way, have you entered the house?"

Song Zicheng smiled wryly.

"Love is a ray of light, it's so green that you shine." Li Yaoxu, with a three-point pitiful spirit and seven-point theater spirit, tried to persuade him sincerely, "Let's break up, don't break up, why don't we keep it until the New Year?"

"Can't you say something nice to comfort me?" Song Zicheng raised the pillow and threw it at his face, "Just sprinkle salt on my wound."

"I sprinkle salt to help you ward off evil spirits!"

Li Yaoxu embraced the pillow, "I really don't understand what's so good about this Gouzi He, so it's worth you to bear with him? I used to think that there was no one around him, so if you like him, just like him. Anyway, there is hope, but now There is a mistress Bai Yueguang beside him, if you don't let go, sooner or later you will be annoying."

"I've bored him a long time ago." Song Zicheng murmured, staring at the poster of Lin Qiao Street on the table, and said after a long time: "Is he in the celebrity cartoon to be designed?"

Li Yaoxu blinked his eyes, then suddenly threw the pillow away, hugged Song Zicheng, and shouted hoarsely, "Cheng, Chengzi, Chengzi's father, my orange, although Xiaosan is in power, but You are the real wife, evil cannot make righteousness, a weak chicken is nothing more than a dry carrot, I will help you hack him after the game, you promised to help me, you can't let me go because of a mere child's affair, "

Song Zicheng gave him a white look, "Let go."

"I do not......"

"You let go first."

"I won't!" Li Yaoxu yelled louder and louder, "Song Zicheng, Sheji, Jiangshan, Liming and the people are all in front of your eyes, how can a good man stick to the love of his sons and daughters, they are all waiting for you to realize..."

Song Zicheng was angry, and wanted to break away from Li Yaoxu's 'capture', but he became more and more excited, "Master Song, you are in control of the future of the Li family right now, and the future of the Li family, how can you be willing?" Abandon your favorite Yoko?"

Song Zicheng: "..."

Does Mr. Li know that his family business has been entrusted to others by this unfilial descendant?

"I didn't abandon you, you let go first."

Li Yaoxu pursed his lips, wrapped his hands tightly around his shoulders, and acted pitifully, "I don't believe it, you swear first, promise to help me draw, no matter if the painting is dried radish or dried radish..."

What kind of monster is this?

Song Zicheng supported his forehead.

"Cheng..."

Li Yaoxu rested his chin on Song Zicheng's neck, rubbed it lightly, opened his sparkling deer eyes, and coaxed coquettishly, "Okay..."

evildoer!

Song Zicheng's scalp was numb, and he pushed the person away angrily. Li Yaoxu was sure that he couldn't stand it, and he used this trick every time, "Don't touch my face, it smells like mutton powder. I didn't say I won't help you."

As soon as Song Zicheng let go, Li Yaoxu immediately took off the sheepskin on his body, jumped up and down excitedly on the sofa a few times, and then stuffed the poster on the table into Song Zicheng's hands, "Draw well, I will let you know the specific requirements of the characters." Send you back."

Song Zicheng looked at Li Yaoxu with a sullen expression, and really wanted to sue Ji Changqing.

Let him quickly take this evildoer away.

"This competition has a deadline for submission, and our time may be tight..." Li Yaoxu hadn't finished speaking when Song Zicheng's cell phone rang. Song Zicheng glanced at the screen and then at Li Yaoxu.

"Who called? Why didn't you answer?"

"The housekeeper of the He residence."

"Bah! Bad luck." Li Yaoxu's face darkened, "What day is it today, did you not read the almanac when you went out?"

Song Zicheng sighed and took it.

He has been so busy moving and starting school recently that he almost forgot that tomorrow is the fifth day.

The butler's kind reminder came from the microphone, Song Zicheng responded a few times perfunctorily, and when the old man advised him to attend this family banquet, Song Zicheng immediately fell silent.

After a while, he said, "Okay, I see."

After hanging up the line, Li Yaoxu came up to him, "A fight every month?"

Song Zicheng smiled, "Otherwise what else?"

The head of the He family has few grandchildren, but inside and out, there are many cousins ​​and elders. They will meet at the old house of the He family on the fifth day of every month. Song Zicheng is He Chumo's fiancé, so it is natural for him to attend.

Song Zicheng found all kinds of excuses to push back the gathering in the past two months. I remember that last month he made an excuse to go out with the old man, so he didn't go.And last month, he just pretended to be sick and lay down at home for a whole day without daring to go out. When the housekeeper came to look for him, the two younger sisters helped him cover up.

This time there is no excuse, everyone else has moved to He Chumo's villa, they can jump, run, eat and drink, if they pretend to be sick, He Chumo can tell at a glance.

The sky will come down to the people of Sri Lanka.

Sri Lankan heart bitter......

After staying in Li Yaoxu's dormitory for a long time, it was almost dark when Song Zicheng returned to the villa with the documents.

There is one thing on his mind.

Although he was He Chumo's fiancé in the past, because he didn't live with He Chumo, he took a taxi to the He family's family banquet by himself, but now he lives in He Chumo's villa, shouldn't he? Ask He Chumo, when will the two of you go there together?

Song Zicheng nestled on the sofa in the hall and waited for almost three hours, but He Chumo hadn't come back yet.

It's almost eleven o'clock.

Rubbing his eyes, Song Zicheng took out his mobile phone and opened the dialogue interface with He Chumo. When he was about to send a message asking when he would be back, his hands froze.

On the conversation interface, three voice calls missed yesterday are displayed.

After He Chumo slammed the door and went out at noon that day, Song Zicheng hadn't seen him.In the past, the two people went out at different times in the morning, and at different times when they returned home. Even if they lived in the same room, there was almost no intersection.

Song Zicheng thought for a while, took back his phone, and went back to his room.

Now that the two of them have agreed to dissolve the engagement after the grandpa's birthday banquet, there should be no more unnecessary involvements.