Mr. He, please respect yourself

Song Zicheng sat quietly, waiting for He Chumo to finish his meal. He was bored waiting, but He Chumo was not. He even looked at his phone while eating, and even made a phone call.

It's not easy to sit in that position.

Just as she was thinking, the secretary came into the dining room, and she walked in with a plate of soup dumplings and a snack similar to spring rolls.

Song Zicheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Mr. He, here are the snacks you ordered."

He Chumo bought it?Song Zicheng looked at him in surprise.

When the secretary walked out of the restaurant, Song Zicheng said excitedly, "You asked people to buy this? It's because I said I wanted to eat it, so you asked people to buy it, right?"

He Chumo let out a 'huh'.

"Wow, thank you." Song Zicheng picked up the chopsticks and giggled like a [-]-jin fool, "Then I'll eat."

Eat it, annoying.

He Chumo gave him a helpless look.

Song Zicheng was even happier after being stared at. He picked up a soup dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, but he didn't expect the temperature to be so high. He was scalded directly, and tears burst out all at once, making him grin his teeth. The facial features are all crowded together, and it's useless to keep breathing.

He Chumo couldn't see it, so he stood up and poured him a glass of cold water, "Eat slowly."

"It's so hot!" Song Zicheng poured a mouthful of cold water, but still felt uncomfortable, and kept fanning the air with his hands.

"Don't eat it if it's hot." He Chumo said helplessly.

"No! This is my steamed stuffed bun." Song Zicheng glared at him, and when his tongue didn't hurt so much, he picked up another spring roll and ate it.

He Chumo looked at him, eating a piece of spring roll was like eating the whole world, and he swallowed it in one gulp, making his cheeks bulge, like stuffing a tennis ball into his mouth.

"The Weibo blogger who stole your design is your fan?" He Chumo asked suddenly.

Song Zicheng didn't expect that He Chumo would know about this, raised his head, swallowed the spring roll in his mouth, and said slowly: "She is a fan of my Weibo, but she didn't steal my design."

"Why are you so sure?" He Chumo asked, leaning back in his chair.

"She got sick and passed away a year ago." Song Zicheng said with a cold tone.

The two fell silent.

Song Zicheng finished the last bite of the soup dumpling, put down his chopsticks, and looked at He Chumo.

"Let's go after eating." He Chumo looked at the time on his watch and stood up.

Song Zicheng followed behind him.

Leaving the staff restaurant, Song Zicheng was about to leave. He Chumo sent him to the door of the company, thought for a while, and asked, "Do you need me to ask Jiang Qing to help you investigate the stolen design?"

Song Zicheng was a little stunned. He didn't expect that He Chumo would help him, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and refused, "Thank you Mr. He, but don't bother Assistant Jiang, Yaozi and I will take care of it."

In fact, what Song Zicheng said was handled well, but he was forced to accept Taiding's solution because he was holding back his anger. He agreed that Taiding would buy the copyright of his design drawings and redraw a new image within a limited time. series without affecting the progress of the game.

Although it would be too embarrassing for him to re-draw Lin Qiao, there is no other way, the copyright fee from Tai Ding is quite a lot.

Much.

very very many

Even Li Yaoxu was taken aback when he saw the amount of the contract.

The boss of Tai Ding, the true feelings staged what is called a fool with a lot of money.

As usual, the two of them went to shabu-shabu again, ordered two cups of milk tea with a lot of milk, and luxuriously added various coconut pearls and red beans. This time they also had a dessert, McDonald's sweet The second one is half price, and they each have two, eating while walking.

Li Yaoxu said that he had never seen such a down-to-earth rich young master.

Song Zicheng chuckled.

For the next week, Song Zicheng was busy with work. He lived in Li Yaoxu's dormitory for several days in a row. Li Yaoxu and Li Yaoxu didn't take a shower or wipe their faces. They just ordered takeout every day and were always busy. Regarding the competition, it wasn't until He Chumo went to the school to find someone that he rescued the two smelly people from the dormitory.

"Hungry!" Li Yaoxu collapsed on the sofa after taking a shower, and said pitifully to He Chumo.

Song Zicheng just came out of the shower, his whole body was hot, and when he saw Li Yaoxu's appearance from a distance, he was so frightened that he ran over immediately, wrapped him tightly with a towel, leaving no seams.

"Song Zicheng, you want to suffocate me!" Li Yaoxu was wrapped in a towel, so bored that he wanted to punch someone.

"Brother fire and theft guard, please be quiet, or I will sue Ji Changqing." Song Zicheng threatened him ferociously.

"Bah, I'm so restless, you think I'm that dried radish, let go quickly, you're going to suffocate me to death." Li Yaoxu naturally knew what he was worried about, he hated iron but steel, just a He Gouzi, he It's really not rare.

Song Zicheng reluctantly took the towel away, this Yaozi was born a vixen, what could he do with such a good-looking figure.

He Chumo is just a playboy, with constant scandals, and now he is exhausted from dealing with Lin Qiao. If He Chumo takes a fancy to this little fox again, he will really jump into the river.

"No, change into long-sleeved clothes quickly." Song Zicheng glared at him.

"Why?" Not to be outdone, Li Yaoxu stared back.

"I'm afraid you're cold!" Song Zicheng snorted, went into the room and found him a long coat, and put it on him with ease.

Li Yaoxu glanced at He Chumo, and with a twisted mind, while Song Zicheng was helping him put on his clothes, he put his face in front of Song Zicheng, buried his head in Song Zicheng's neck, rubbed his head like a kitten, and raised his face. At the beginning, he pursed his lips and smiled at Song Zicheng, his appearance was so cute that he softened his heart.

He Chumo stood behind Song Zicheng and watched, his face darkened.

Song Zicheng, on the other hand, patted Li Yaoxu nonchalantly, and threw the towel to him, "Your hair has wet my clothes, please dry them quickly."

"You wipe it for me." Li Yaoxu acted like a baby.

"I don't care if you like to wipe it or not." Song Zicheng was annoyed. Just now Li Yaoxu said he was hungry, but in fact he was also hungry. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. The takeaway at this point must be delivered after ten o'clock, Song Zicheng thought about it Think, go into the kitchen and see what you can cook and eat right away.

You can rummage through boxes and cabinets, only instant noodles.

"Yaozi, great instant noodles, are you coming?" Song Zicheng called out.

"Okay."

He Chumo walked into the kitchen, put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned against the wall and looked at Song Zicheng who was boiling water.

"Go back tonight?" He Chumo asked.

"Well, I haven't slept much for several nights. I'm too tired. I'll take a rest when I go back." Song Zicheng said, took out three cup noodles, opened them one by one, put away the seasoning packets, and was about to pour hot water into the cups in the face.

"I won't eat." He Chumo said after seeing his movements.

"Ah? What don't you want to eat? Ah! It's hot!"

Song Zicheng couldn't hear what He Chumo said, and turned to look at him, but he didn't take back the hand pouring the hot water, and the freshly boiled hot water directly scalded his palm.

When he retracted his hand, it was already hot and red. Song Zicheng held the kettle in one hand, but he didn't think to put the kettle down first. He kept shaking his burned hand while holding it, causing him to jump back and forth in pain Cry out the pain.

"It hurts to death, it hurts to death!"

"Calm down, don't jump."