Mr. He, please respect yourself

Song Zicheng was embarrassed and embarrassed, with resentment in his heart, he glanced left and right, his eyes were very busy, looking at these sweet and tired couples, a couple sitting on the same stool, I'm really not afraid to sit on the opposite stool, it's my daughter A friend's ex-boyfriend, or your own boyfriend's ex-girlfriend, when the old people look at each other in pairs, they will resurface.

Walking through couples with a blushing face, Song Zicheng felt that every step he took was like walking on a runway, not only accepting the eye-raising salutes of these lost men and women, but also enduring the sour smell of love that lingered in the air taste.

Especially when he thinks of He Chumo walking behind him, he can't wait to sing his favorite "March of the Volunteers" on the spot.

He swore that he definitely didn't deliberately take He Chumo down this ambiguous path.

If he had such a good brain and was so good at flirting, he wouldn't be able to keep someone surnamed He.

Song Zicheng gritted his teeth and gnawed at the skewers in his hand, kicked his flip-flops louder, and walked all the way to the south gate.

Song Zicheng, a single dog with a fiancé, silently and sincerely wishes the alumni who will meet tonight...

bless all of you……

You can meet your ex.

......

"Where's your car?" Song Zicheng ate his mouth full of oil, wanted to wipe his hands but had no tissue, walked faster, came to the south gate and scanned around, but couldn't find the car He Chumo drove before, asked .

He Chumo pointed in one direction, pressed the anti-theft lock, and the headlights of a white car not far away flickered immediately. Song Zicheng couldn't help but curse in his heart when he saw it.

Sure enough, he was an evil capitalist who changed his car again.

He Chumo noticed that Song Zicheng was staring at his car all the time, and joked with a smile: "Be patient, if you smash it, you can only walk home."

Song Zicheng let out a haha, glared at him, and then hummed at him after staring, his nasal voice carrying his deep dissatisfaction with the capitalists.

Stepping on flip-flops and walking towards the car, He Chumo followed behind him, hearing the sound of his kicking, frowning in distaste, "Your slippers, throw them away when you get home."

Song Zicheng: "???"

"Those are Yaozi's shoes. Throw them away if you want?" Song Zicheng glanced at the flip flops on his feet. They are simple and beautiful, revealing low-key luxury everywhere. The more he looks at them, the more he likes them. The more he looks at them, the more he looks like a successful man. He doesn't want to throw it.

Song Zicheng went around the front of the car and walked to the co-pilot, but his hands were full of oil now, looking at the shiny door handle, he really couldn't bear to 'stain' it.

"Get in the car."

He Chumo had already sat in the driver's seat, and was about to start the car, but Song Zicheng was still standing outside the car door, lowering the window and urging him loudly.

Song Zicheng bent down and raised his right hand towards him, "My hands are dirty."

He Chumo was impatient, "Come in, if you get dirty, you will be dirty. You are already dressed in sloppy clothes today, and the soles of your shoes are still full of mud. I will send the car to be washed tomorrow."

Song Zicheng said a precious 'MMP' in his heart, to give him the love he once had.

Muttering and complaining in his heart, Song Zicheng held a string of packing boxes in one hand, and opened the car door with the other. The car was taller, Song Zicheng raised his foot and stepped forward. Just as his greasy hand left the handlebar, suddenly, his foot slipped for no reason, and he Because one foot was raised, the center of gravity was unstable, and the body immediately lost its balance, and the whole person threw forward uncontrollably.

Song Zicheng threw himself on the passenger seat. He fell heavily, but the seat was cushioned and the seat was soft, so it didn't hurt at all.

However, holding skewers in his hands, he threw them all out because of his forward movement.

It should be said that it was Quan Sahe Chumo.

Oily strings of soup spread all over He Chumo's head and body. Song Zicheng looked at the messy car console and He Chumo who was in the center of the typhoon's eye, and had only one thought in his mind.

Ruined.

This time it's really over.

He can escape.

I can...

Song Zicheng moved his feet, but found that his feet were light and empty. He quickly looked down at his feet and realized why he suddenly fell down. The flip-flops on his feet were rotten. .

The herringbone is still there, but the drag is gone.

Song Zicheng looked around and found that the sole of the slipper was half a step behind his heel, lying alone.

Terrible.

Insufficient hardware, can't escape.

"you……"

The person in front of him is important, Song Zicheng covered his heart, and said with trembling lips, "Mr. He, are you okay?"

He Chumo's face was dark, and he took out a piece of tissue and wiped his face.

"You..." Seeing him like this, Song Zicheng became even more frightened, and hurriedly explained, "It was an accident just now, I didn't do it on purpose, the slipper broke, that's why I fell down, look, my shoe is split in two ..."

Song Zicheng held up the remaining 'herringbone' in his hand, looked at He Chumo and took out a piece of tissue with a blank expression on his face, and wiped his hands.

The atmosphere in the car was like the eve of a storm, heavy and oppressive, tense and anxious.Song Zicheng scratched his fingers into a ball, he watched He Chumo clean up the mess in the car, he was afraid and panicked, he didn't dare to get in the car to help, and he didn't dare to run away, he stood motionless outside the car.

"Don't eat these junk foods in the future." He Chumo suddenly said.

"Okay." Song Zicheng nodded sharply.

"Don't wear these slippers in front of me, either."

"Okay." Song Zicheng took off the remaining flip-flop, took a quick look around, ran barefoot to the nearest trash can, threw the slipper away, and ran back quickly.

Looking at He Chumo piously and flatteringly, he was still standing outside the car.

"Get in the car." He Chumo said in a deep voice.

"Okay." Song Zicheng got into the car obediently, and after sitting down, he tiptoed up his dirty feet and twitched his toes.

There was still a strong smell in the car. Song Zicheng was a little flustered. After thinking for a long time, he mustered up the courage to speak out, "You...you can scold me, but...you can't hit people."

He Chumo looked at him.

"You can't grab my hand either." Song Zicheng licked his lips, "We, if we have something to say, it's wrong to be rough, and it's easy to form a habit. If you do the same to your partner in the future, you belong to the family. Violence, domestic violence is illegal, we must be good citizens who abide by the law... go to bed early and get up early..."

"Shut up." He Chumo said annoyed.

"Okay." Song Zicheng obeyed obediently.

But in the next second, the person who promised to say 'yes' spoke again, "Can you not be angry?"

He Chumo: "..."

Song Zicheng immediately said again: "No, you should be angry with me. You have the right to be angry. It's just that the car is like this. It's all my fault. I'm an idiot. I should have listened to you and thrown away the shoes. Don't worry. , I will pay for the car wash fee, I will definitely pay, this time I will pay the bill, and I will pay it immediately."

He Chumo: "..."

"Is 300 yuan enough? No, your car is expensive. It must be more than 500 yuan. How about I transfer 1000 yuan to you? If there is more, you can use it to pay for the repair of the car. If it is less..."

"To shut up."

"Ok."

The car was instantly quiet.