Mr. He, please respect yourself

Looking at the time, at [-]:[-], Song Zicheng sent another message.

Song Zicheng: [Mr. He, I took a taxi to the gate of the community, but online car-hailing cars cannot enter the community, can you give me a ride? 】

no reply.

When they approached the gate of the community, He Chumo still didn't reply, Song Zicheng had no choice but to get out of the car with two big bags.

But as soon as he got out of the car and walked a few steps, Song Zicheng saw a familiar white car parked beside the gate of the community from a distance.

That's right, it was the car he had soiled.

Song Zicheng's eyes lit up, he cheered in surprise, jumped a few steps, and went straight to the outside of the driver's seat of the car, and sure enough he saw He Chumo in the car.

"Mr. He!"

Song Zicheng raised the two big bags in his hands, and excitedly said to He Chumo as if he had won the most precious prizes: "Look, I bought a lot of things!"

He Chumo looked at Song Zicheng's foolish actions through the glass, and couldn't help laughing. What's so happy about it?

"Get in the car first."

"Okay." Song Zicheng responded, stuffed all the things into the trunk of the car, and then opened the car door humming a little tune.

"Wow, the car is much cleaner." Song Zicheng remembered his embarrassment, decisively pretended to be stupid, smiled at He Chumo, and fastened his seat belt, "I saw that you didn't reply to my message, so I thought you weren't off work."

After He Chumo and the others sat firmly, they started the car.

In fact, he really hasn't left work yet.

In the afternoon Song Zicheng sent a message to ask him what kind of fruit he likes to eat. When this message popped up, Jiang Qing, a playwright, saw it.As soon as this guy saw the news, he got excited for no reason, his mouth was like clockwork, and he kept croaking in his ears, louder than the sound of drums, and finally grabbed his mobile phone and returned One sentence: oranges.

Since when did he love oranges?

Tangerines are obviously what Ying Xianwei likes to eat.

But it was nothing, Jiang Qing actually took away his mobile phone and stopped doing anything, lying on his desk and watching Song Zicheng's news, even threatening to withhold the bonus, This guy was also indifferent.

He Chumo had no choice but to let him go.

But not long after, Jiang Qing suddenly pointed at his mobile phone screen and shouted loudly, "Boss! Look! Xiao Chengcheng wants you to pick him up."

He Chumo looked at the time, and it wasn't time to get off work, but after Jiang Qing yelled angrily, she immediately pulled him up from his seat, stuffed his mobile phone and car keys into his hand, and pushed him out of the office, " Hurry up, hurry up, don't make people wait."

He Chumo was stunned, and before he recovered, he had already boarded the elevator to the underground garage.

Having such an assistant really hurts my head.

Back home, He Chumo helped Song Zicheng carry things, and while Song Zicheng couldn't see, he quickly opened the shopping bag in his hand and looked in. Sure enough, there was a large bag of yellow oranges in it, which almost filled the entire shopping bag.

He Chumo: "..."

Just looking at it makes my teeth ache.

"Mr. He, it's almost a week of vacation, do you have any plans?" Song Zicheng asked 'inadvertently' after changing his slippers.

"Probably not at home." He Chumo responded, "If you don't go back to Song's house, I'll ask Aunt Li to come over every day."

Song Zicheng said 'oh', said "yes", and carried the fruits and vegetables he bought into the kitchen.

Aunt Li made steamed meatballs with vermicelli and assorted fried diced noodles today. Song Zicheng took out bean sprouts and cauliflower. The preserved egg is broken, and it is easy to make the soup into a soup.

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

He Chumo followed into the kitchen and saw Song Zicheng staring at a bag of bean sprouts in a daze.

"I want to make a soup with preserved egg bean sprouts and lean meat, but I can't cook it well. The preserved eggs are easy to boil and will muddy the soup." Song Zicheng poked the bean sprouts in a fresh-keeping bag, "Forget it, I'll make cauliflower."

"Let me do it." He Chumo stood beside him, took a look at the bag of bean sprouts, "It's not difficult, you watch me do it, as long as the bean sprouts and lean meat are boiled in the pot first, and the preserved eggs are the last." Just let it go."

With that said, He Chumo began to wash the bean sprouts.

Song Zicheng hadn't recovered from He Chumo's "let me do it" when he saw He Chumo roll up his shirt sleeves, revealing half of his arm, and started washing vegetables seriously.

He was stunned, his ears became hot for no reason, and suddenly, both ears were red.

Song Zicheng covered his heart and hurried to the side.Mom!This stinky man knew how to seduce people!

When eating at the table, Song Zicheng was reincarnated as a hungry ghost and almost ate up the whole plate of preserved eggs with bean sprouts.

The handsome guy can't get it anymore, but all the dishes the handsome guy cooks must go into his stomach!

He Chumo looked at Song Zicheng eating like a storm, and couldn't help asking: "What are you waiting for?"

"Huh? No." Song Zicheng swallowed a big mouthful of rice, "Why do you ask that?"

"Eat slowly." He Chumo said.

"Oh, good." Song Zicheng responded, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed a big meatball in one gulp.

He Chumo: "..."

Halfway through the meal, Song Zicheng's cell phone rang several times in a row, showing that it was Li Yaoxu who had sent a message.

After clicking on the dialog box, on the interface, I found that the kid had sent several voice messages in succession.

Song Zicheng glanced at He Chumo and clicked on the voice.

"Cheng! I got it! Thank you TVB! Thank you my mother! Thank you Gan for supporting me..."

As soon as the voice was turned on, Li Yaoxu's magic voice came from the receiver immediately, and the thunder roared, piercing the eardrums.

Fuck!Song Zicheng didn't quite understand what Li Yaoxu said, but the voice was so loud that he was so frightened that he hurriedly pressed the lock screen button.

"This grandson is really scary." Song Zicheng muttered in a low voice, then turned on the phone and pressed the voice to text conversion.

But what was displayed on the interface was a piece of nonsense, except for the three letters TVB, Song Zicheng didn't understand a single word.

What did the grandson say?Still can't convert it.

Song Zicheng replied: [typing]

'Ding ding ding...'

Well, grandson Li, you actually made a voice call directly.

Song Zicheng glanced at He Chumo in panic, and hung up hastily.

He Chumo noticed, "If there is something urgent, just listen."

"No rush." ​​Song Zicheng waved his hand, signaling He Chumo to continue eating.

Song Zicheng: [Type! 】

Li Yaoxu: 【Damn it, are you doing something shady without telling me! 】

Song Zicheng: [I'm eating, hurry up and get to the point! 】

Li Yaoxu: [The focus is on you!Are you eating with wild men? 】

Song Zicheng: […]

Song Zicheng quietly raised his head, glanced at the wild man sitting opposite him, and couldn't help laughing.

It would be great if he could get President He Da to be his wild man.

Song Zicheng: [Wake up expression package]

Li Yaoxu: [We entered the preliminary round! 】

"Ah!" Song Zicheng looked at the phone screen and whispered, causing He Chumo to stop his chopsticks and look at him.

Li Yaoxu suddenly said such a sentence, which made him a little unbelievable. Song Zicheng put down his chopsticks and typed with both hands excitedly, 【Really?Have you been notified? 】

Li Yaoxu directly sent a screenshot of the notification message of being selected for the preliminary round, 【Look for yourself, grandpa won't lie to you. 】

"Really in!"

Song Zicheng zoomed in and zoomed in on Li Yaoxu's screenshot, looked at it several times, and confirmed that his name was on it, and excitedly shouted at He Chumo: "Mr. He! We have entered the preliminary round."

As Song Zicheng said, he handed the phone directly to He Chumo, "Look! We've entered the match I told you about earlier!"

He Chumo had just glanced at it, but before he could see the picture on the phone clearly, Song Zicheng took the phone away with a swish, his hands were flying, typing away, and he was still giggling.