Mr. He, please respect yourself

However, He Chumo fell silent and didn't respond. After a while, he turned to Gu Xianwei and asked, "How did the investigation go about the theft of Song Zicheng's design drawings?"

Gu Xianwei paused slightly with the hand holding the wine glass.

He looked at He Chumo, "Boss, do you want to take care of this?"

As soon as He Chumo heard Gu Xianwei say this, he knew that he had found out the truth, "Let's talk."

Gu Xianwei thought for a while and said, "It was done by Lin Qiao's former manager."

He Chumo raised his finger slightly and knocked on the glass countertop.

"go on."

Gu Xianwei frowned, glanced at Mo Shaoshi, and said slowly: "Boss, forget it."

"What are you going to hide, I'll let you continue!"

He Chumo's face was slightly sullen, and his voice was low as if he was suppressing something.

Mo Shaoshi glanced at He Chumo, then turned to Gu Xianwei and said, "You just say it, anyway, he knows it well."

It was night, the lights were brightly lit, and the tourist island was still lively. The organizer held a grand bonfire party in the open space in front of the beach, and invited many stars to perform and entertain distinguished guests.

After He Chumo said a few words at the party, he found a gap and took the opportunity to slip away. Before leaving, he said 'go to patrol', and then ran fast.

Jiang Qing was so upset by his excuse that she felt sour, so she would be lazy if she was lazy, so why not be more upright when it comes to patrolling?

The evening breeze was gentle and pleasant, and He Chumo dragged his tired body back to the hotel.

His room was on the highest floor. When he got out of the elevator and passed a large open-air balcony in front of the room, he saw a figure that looked exactly like Song Zicheng.

The light was dim, and He Chumo couldn't help walking forward, and it really was him.

Walking around Song Zicheng with light steps, he saw Young Master Song lying on a lounge chair on the terrace, dangling with something in his hands, and a small corner table by his hand was piled up with potato chips. Kind of snacks.

Just at the party, Song's family and Li's family were sitting together, but he was not seen. Unexpectedly, he was here.

He Chumo walked up to him and called out, "Song Zicheng."

"Who!" Suddenly there was a voice next to his ear, Song Zicheng was startled immediately, almost jumped up, but accidentally pulled the wound, causing him to cry out in pain, "Oh, my waist! !"

He Chumo was not in a good mood. Hearing Song Zicheng's complaints, he helped him slowly back to the chair.

"You are too reckless." President He Da said.

Song Zicheng made a 'cut', rubbed his waist, and spoke loudly, "Let's switch, you lie down, and I suddenly speak in your ear, do you still think I'm reckless?"

He Chumo didn't pay attention to what Song Zicheng said. He noticed that Song Zicheng was holding a can of beer.

"you drink?"

Song Zicheng asked back, "Can't you? I'm full."

He Chumo: "Not really, it's just unexpected, does Mr. Song know that you drink?"

"I don't know, I never touch it at home." Song Zicheng said: "If I was outside, I would have friends to accompany me, and I would still drink a little occasionally, but I haven't drunk it for a long time. You found out that I became addicted tonight. gone."

As Song Zicheng said, he took a can from the corner table and handed it to He Chumo, "Mr. He, would you like to have a bite?"

The corner of He Chumo's mouth twitched lightly, "Beer with potato chips?"

"Don't pick, there are only potato chips, nothing else." Song Zicheng shrugged, and raised the beer in his hand to He Chumo, "Don't you want to drink it? Try it, the alcohol content is very low, even if you drink it If you're drunk, I won't do anything to you."

He Chumo glanced at him helplessly, took the beer in his hand, and sat down a corner away from him.

The open-air balcony is located on the highest floor, with an excellent view. You can see the bonfire party being held in the direction of the beach. He Chumo opened the beer, "Why don't you go play?"

"I don't want to go." Song Zicheng took a big gulp of beer, "The weather is so rare that no one wants to socialize."

He Chumo raised his eyebrows, and heard Song Zicheng say again: "Boss He, too, he came back before the party was over, don't you want to socialize?"

He Chumo smiled.

"It's worth clinking glasses here." Song Zicheng proudly stretched out his hand and held the beer in He Chumo's direction, "Come, let us bless the great motherland."

How did you get involved with this?He Chumo laughed, raised the beer in his hand, and touched it lightly.

"I'm done, Mr. He, you can do whatever you want." Song Zicheng said, gurgling, and drank most of the bottle of beer like drinking water.

He Chumo looked at him and asked, "What's on your mind?"

"Have."

Song Zicheng opened another can, took a sip, and replied softly.

"unhappy."

He Chumo looked at him.

"Because of lack of money."

He Chumo: "???"

"You used up the money you sold the house last time?"

Song Zicheng scratched his fingers, "No, I still have it, and I haven't moved a cent. It's not my money, it's uncle's money, so I dare not use it."

"But your name is written on the real estate certificate." He Chumo asked doubtfully.

Song Zicheng glanced at He Chumo, took another sip of beer, and said slowly, "It's Song Zicheng's name."

What's the difference between the two?He Chumo didn't understand Song Zicheng's nonsensical answer. After thinking about it, he suggested, "If you are short of money, you can try to invest the money left over from selling the house."

When Song Zicheng heard it, he immediately looked at him, but soon he sighed softly, "I don't understand this."

"The key is whether you are interested." He Chumo said, "Jiang Qing is very good at financial management and investment. I can ask him to contact you. You should find out first. If you really want to try it then, I will ask him to customize it for you." A plan that guarantees the principal and at the same time strives to help you get the maximum benefit."

Song Zicheng stared blankly at He Chumo and listened blankly.

"What's wrong?" He Chumo asked looking at his stupid look.

"No." Song Zicheng came back to his senses, and laughed at himself, "I used to know that you are very generous to your friends, but I didn't expect that I could also enjoy this kind of generosity. I feel flattered."

He Chumo laughed, "When you sold the house, why didn't you feel that you were flattered?"

Song Zicheng responded with a smile, "That's because it's unbelievable. I've never been able to believe that you are helping me."

As he said that, Song Zicheng's smile disappeared, "Maybe you didn't even realize how bad you were to me before."

He Chumo listened quietly and took a sip of beer.

"But maybe at that time, I was also at fault." Song Zicheng looked into the distance with a dull expression, "I shouldn't have stalked you and made you hate... No, maybe from the very beginning, I shouldn't have agreed to be with you... You are engaged."

"Obviously after we moved, our two families have no intersection. Now that I think about it, it's better than before. It's like the parallel lines in mathematics. They don't intersect. You pass yours, and I pass mine."

[The author has something to say: the first two chapters have been slightly revised, you can read them again]