Mr. He, please respect yourself

After finishing the sentence, everyone was quiet, and everyone had different thoughts.Song Zicheng's face turned pale immediately, but the Li family also listened to what he said, and he twitched the corners of his mouth with difficulty, as if he had agreed with Mei Shu's words, so as not to make himself and He Chumo too ugly.

But there was not even a trace of a smile on the faces of the two heads of the Song family.

Mr. Litou noticed his old friend's face, acted as a 'peacemaker', and said a few words like 'students should put their studies first', which was a bypass of the topic.

Everyone tacitly agreed, and the meal time of talking and laughing resumed, as if nothing had happened.

Song Zicheng became more and more uneasy, he secretly raised his head, glanced at He Chumo, and immediately looked away.

What he thought in his heart was that He Chumo must be angry again.

Although He Chumo's face was normal, Song Zicheng could tell that he was very unhappy.

Song Zicheng was worried and confused.

He didn't want to delve into why Aunt Mei said these words in front of everyone. What he was more worried about now was He Chumo's thoughts.

He was afraid that He Chumo would misunderstand this, thinking that he had said through the mouth of his family that he wanted to get married as soon as possible.

He was uneasy and wanted to explain clearly to He Chumo.

In the middle of the meal, He Chumo left the table because he had something to do.

Song Zicheng looked at the background of his departure, and quickly took out his mobile phone: 【Are you angry】

Song Zicheng: [I haven't told my family about our termination of the engagement, that's why Aunt Mei said this. Don't take her words to heart. 】

Song Zicheng: [I can assure you, I never thought of marrying you, really]

Song Zicheng: [Since we have agreed, I won't go back on my word, can you stop being angry? 】

no reply.

Song Zicheng stared at An Jing's mobile phone, and couldn't help biting his finger.

The heart is like entering an ice cellar.

Leaving the restaurant after lunch, there was a ribbon-cutting ceremony in the center of the tourist area, and the elders were invited to go, but the Song family sisters didn't want to waste time and join in this boring excitement.

Before they came, they had already decided on the itinerary for the trip, and their plan later was to go straight to the beach in the tourist area, just in time for other people to participate in the ribbon-cutting ceremony, and there were not many people, so they could have more fun.

And Li Yaoxu has no interest in the blue sky, white clouds and sandy beach, he arranged himself clearly before he came, only playing games in the room.

So the responsibility of taking care of the two sisters fell on Song Zicheng alone.

After taking a change of clothes, Song Zicheng led the chattering Song sisters to the artificial beach.

The sun was not strong, the light was not strong, and the sun was warm on the people, but not long after eating, Song Zicheng did not allow them to go into the water, so the two sisters had to borrow a ball and draw a long line on the sand. Wire.

Here comes beach volleyball.

"Brother Chengzi, come on, let's play together." Song Zi'er called to Song Zicheng.

No appointment, no appointment, Song Zicheng repeatedly waved his hands and refused. His motor cells grew slowly, so he had to take good care of them.

The Song family sisters were disappointed, but it was expected, so they had to invite the tourists next to them to play together.

Song Zicheng found a beach chair, covered his face with the big hat he brought, and lay there in a daze.

The phone is still quiet.

Song Zicheng kept reassuring himself that He Chumo must be presiding over the ribbon-cutting ceremony, so he didn't reply to his message.

It must be like this.

Sighing and sighing, Song Zicheng closed his eyes.

Just now Meishu's words were still in his ears, it sounded like he was complaining for his own child, but Song Zicheng felt that every word and every word was actually reminding him of something.

Aunt Mei couldn't tolerate him more and more.

Her status is embarrassing, and she will never stay in the Song family for the rest of her life. In addition, Mei Shu is not someone who can keep secrets, and she will tell about the fact that she is not a grandson of Mr. Song, sooner or later.

Are you looking for a way out?Although he has some money in hand, the money is not enough to buy back Song Suian's house, and he is still in debt.

Let He Chumo sell at a low price?That is even more impossible.He Chumo also said that he is a businessman, and he bought his house based on the consideration of appreciation, profit and loss, not because of any special care for him.

Song Zicheng was at a loss, feeling like a lonely boat floating in the ocean.

Bah, what a lonely person, what kind of cold and sad things do you do?

Hypocritical!

With enough food and a pleasant environment, Song Zicheng began to feel sleepy, so he took out his mobile phone to watch.

There is still no news from He Chumo.

Song Zicheng looked at his phone's screen saver, pressed the lock screen, and put it down again.

He couldn't understand why he was so attached to He Chumo. Some deep-rooted consciousness was formed early, and he couldn't change it even if he wanted to.

In the past, he liked to read chicken soup for the soul on the Internet, such as what happens to people who really love you and what happens to people who don't love you, and then apply it to him and He Chumo.

The final conclusion is, don't do anything for someone who doesn't love you, let go at the right time, and stop the loss in time.

But he read the chicken soup, but he didn't think about it.

I only know to repeat the same mistakes and make mistakes again and again.

It seems that the brain is really stuffed with shit.

Song Zicheng forced himself to close his eyes to sleep, not to think about it, but not long after he closed his eyes, he heard his younger sister Song Zier yelling loudly: "Hey! Why are you like this? You can stay and play if you want to play. How can you leave us alone?" Take the ball away? We borrowed this ball."

Song Zicheng sat up straight when he heard it.

Looking in the direction where the younger sisters were having fun, unexpectedly saw a very familiar figure.

Sailor Moon! ?

Why is he here?

Song Zicheng stood up and ran to his sisters.

"Hey, Xiao Chengcheng, are you here?" Sailor Moon was pleasantly surprised, waving at Song Zicheng and shouting.

Song Zicheng shyly smiled at him.

"Brother Chengzi, do you know this person?" Song Ruier asked.

Song Zicheng nodded, "I met him once. He is a friend of Mr. He."

Song Zi'er stared at Mo Shaoshi, "No wonder, he doesn't look like a good person, so he is He Biaosan's friend."

Song Zicheng was startled, and quickly stood in front of Song Zi'er, "Master Shi, I'm sorry, she's just kidding."

Mo Shaoshi patted Song Zicheng on the shoulder, "Are they all your sisters?"

Song Zicheng nodded.

"Who do they say is He Biaosan?" Mo Shaoshi asked with a smile, "Ah Mo?"

Song Zi'er shrank behind her brother and stuck out her tongue towards Mo Shaoshi.

"Hahaha, He Biaosan, that's a good description." Mo Shaoshi handed the ball in his hand to the sisters of the Song family, "Little sister, go and play, I'll give you the ball."

Saying that, he put his arm around Song Zicheng's shoulder and pulled him back.

Song Zicheng shrank, trying to avoid this scary Sailor Moon.