Mr. He, please respect yourself

Song Zicheng opened the courtyard door panting, and ran across the courtyard. Just as he was about to open the gate of the villa, he realized that the courtyard door was not closed, so he turned around to close it.

Unexpectedly, he saw a yellow figure at the gate of the courtyard.

Takeaway?

Song Zicheng was taken aback for a moment.

Has anyone ordered takeout?

"Are you here to deliver food?"

Song Zicheng stood at the gate, not daring to go to the courtyard gate, staring at the delivery man wearing a hat and mask and asked.

"Yes." The delivery man stood still at the gate of the courtyard, and raised the delivery box in his hand, "No. 6, XXX Road, XXX District, is your house, right?"

The address is correct, could it be the meal ordered by He Chumo?

Hearing the unusually hoarse voice of the delivery man, Song Zicheng always felt very awkward, but he still walked over and said, "That's right, the address is correct."

The delivery man also walked slowly into the yard. Seeing that the two were getting closer and closer, Song Zicheng felt more and more uneasy, and suddenly stopped in his tracks, "Wait a minute, why don't you put the food at the gate of the yard?" , I'll get it myself later."

But the delivery man continued to walk in the direction of Song Zicheng as if he couldn't hear him.

"I said, you can just put it on the ground, you don't need to come in." Inexplicably frightened, Song Zicheng yelled at the delivery man again.

This time the delivery man responded, he stopped as he said, put the delivery box on the ground, squatted down, and opened the box.

The delivery man's movements were slow and quiet. Song Zicheng looked at the somewhat familiar back of the delivery man, his heart was in his throat, he took a few steps back calmly, and urged, "Hurry up, my husband wants to came back."

Hearing this, the delivery man suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked at him.

Only a pair of narrow eyes were exposed on the face of the delivery man who was tightly wrapped. Song Zicheng was stunned by those eyes, and was stunned for a while.

At this time, there was a sound of a car outside the courtyard, and a car light shone from a distance, reflecting into the courtyard. Song Zicheng immediately reacted, pointing to the car that was still driving far outside the house, "My husband is back!"

The delivery man was obviously taken aback when he heard it, and the next action was obviously much faster. He took out the food from the box and put it on the ground, then picked up the box, and ran away in a hurry.

Song Zicheng watched the yellow figure gradually go away, heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly ran over to close the courtyard door, only then was he able to calm down.

The car he was pointing at just now drove past the courtyard gate and turned to the left. In fact, Song Zi made it clear that it was not He Chumo's car. He just shouted it out on purpose to make the delivery man misunderstand.

Because of the delivery man's eyes, he felt inexplicable fear.

Moreover, he always felt a little familiar.

The back view and eyes of the delivery man always felt that it was someone beside him.

But he couldn't figure out who it was.

Song Zicheng felt that he was overthinking, he didn't have many friends around him, only a few came and went, it was possible that this delivery man had delivered food to him before, and he just thought it was familiar.

Song Zicheng took the meal into the house, and then sent a message to He Chumo.

Song Zicheng: 【Did you order takeaway? 】

He Chumo replied very quickly this time. Not long after he sent it, he heard the notification sound from his mobile phone.

He Chumo: [No]

Song Zicheng's scalp was numb, and he felt his mind was in chaos.

So who ordered this?

It wasn't He Chumo, nor himself, so who ordered this takeaway meal for them?

Wrong delivery?Impossible, the address that the delivery man mentioned just now is obviously here.

Song Zicheng hurriedly searched for the takeaway list in the box, but found nothing.

Staring at the takeaway box on the table, Song Zicheng suddenly remembered that one time last month, he also had no meal, but he delivered a takeaway. At that time, he thought it was Li Yaoxu's order for him. The packaging box is exactly the same as the current one.

There is also no takeaway list.

Song Zicheng trembled, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone to call Li Yaoxu.

As soon as the phone was connected, Song Zicheng asked urgently: "Yaozi, did you order takeaway for me last month and delivered it to He Chumo's house?"

Li Yaoxu's slightly surprised voice came from the microphone, "No, I don't even know where He Gouzi's house is, so how could I know his address."

"do not you know?"

"It's not my house, how could I know? You made a special call just to ask this? Is there something wrong?"

"No, it's all right."

Song Zicheng turned off his phone, his palms felt cool, and his back was covered in cold sweat at some point.

He threw the takeaway on the dining table into the trash can, and closed the doors and windows on the first floor. After a lot of tossing, he calmed down.

That delivery guy obviously has a problem.

His heart suddenly became frightened. Fortunately, he had sensed something was wrong just now and told him to leave quickly, otherwise he would not know what would happen now.

Song Zicheng took out his mobile phone to look for He Chumo.

Song Zicheng: [When are you coming back? 】

He Chumo didn't reply right away, and Song Zicheng panicked. Although the doors and windows were closed, the huge house was empty, which made him even more uneasy.

Song Zicheng made a video call to Li Yaoxu.

"Grandson." Li Yaoxu murmured on the snail powder, slurring his words, "What the hell is going on with you tonight? After finally going back, why are you always looking for your grandpa?"

"Yaozi, you don't know, you scared me to death just now." Song Zicheng looked at Li Yaoxu eating snail noodles, and he was hungry. He walked into the kitchen and said, "Didn't I just ask if you ordered it for me?" Is it because I received a delivery last month and tonight. I don’t know who ordered it for me. There is no delivery order or contact information. The delivery guy is very suspicious, wearing a hat and a mask , I don’t know where it came from, and I didn’t call me before delivering the meal.”

"Did He Gouzi order it for you?" Li Yaoxu asked.

"No, I asked." Song Zicheng put his phone on the shelf in the kitchen, then rummaged through the boxes to find something to eat, "He Chumo said no, I lost the takeaway now, thinking about what happened just now, I cringe You have to panic, these things happen all the time recently, it's so scary."

Li Yaoxu asked: "Did you encounter such a thing when you lived with my brothers before?"

"No." Song Zicheng said, "You forgot, Chang Qing's cooking skills are very good. When we lived together, he cooked all the dishes. We almost never ordered takeaway."

Speaking of Ji Changqing, Li Yaoxu snorted subconsciously, and said, "That is to say, these things happened after you moved to He Gouzi's house. Chengzi, maybe there is a thief who saw you Living in that kind of high-end villa area, I thought you were rich and wanted to rob!"

"Damn it, don't be scary." Song Zicheng listened helplessly to Li Yaoxu's exaggeration, and turned around, "How can I have money?"

"Why do you have no money, you have more than 100 million in your hand."

"Who are you bluffing, who knows that I have more than 100 million." Song Zicheng was almost terrified by Li Yaoxu, "The security of this community is good, how could you let a thief in."