Mr. He, please respect yourself

"Are you out of your mind? When you go to the street, will the words 'I'm not a thief' be engraved on your forehead?" Li Yaoxu said, "How do the security guards know if the person entering your community is a thief? They will all let people go."

Song Zicheng: "..."

"Then why don't you talk to He Gouzi about this, and ask him if he has any clues." Li Yaoxu's voice came along with his voice, "Maybe it's He Gouzi's enemy, That person thought you two had a good relationship, so he kidnapped you, then threatened him to pay hundreds of millions and cut off a few pieces of land..."

"Who is my enemy?"

"I wipe!"

"Fuck!"

Song Zicheng was about to use a pot to cook noodles when He Chumo's voice came from behind him suddenly. He was so startled that the pot fell to the ground by accident. I was frightened, and there was a loud 'fuck' from the phone.

"Did I say you walk silently?"

Li Yaoxu's voice came from the other end of the phone, and after a loud shout, there was a beep, and the call ended.

Song Zicheng's darling was still beating wildly, his face turned blue from fright, and his mind was still a little out of order. Looking at He Chumo standing in front of him, he felt a little unreal.

He Chumo was calm. He picked up the pot on the ground and put it on the kitchen counter. Noticing Song Zicheng's pale face, he asked, "What happened?"

"What? No... You spoke suddenly, we were just scared by you."

Song Zicheng came back to his senses and put away his cell phone, "When did you come back? I can't hear you coming in."

He Chumo looked at him, "Just now, your classmate said that there was a thief, that he was going to abduct you, that he was my enemy."

"That's Yaozi's joke." Song Zicheng chuckled awkwardly, took the pot that He Chumo had picked up, and turned on the tap to rinse it. "Have you eaten? There are meals made by Auntie in the thermos pot."

"Can you say such things as a joke?" He Chumo asked.

Song Zicheng scratched his head, "It's actually not a big deal. Just now, a delivery man delivered a meal. I didn't order takeaway before, so I thought it was your order. Who knew you said no, I felt strange, and then I told Yaozi about it."

"Takeaway?" He Chumo looked around, "What about the meal?"

"Here, I'll throw it away." Song Zicheng pointed to the trash can, and said, "Maybe it's just my overthinking, maybe it was ordered by Auntie."

"Aunt Li can only make calls, and she doesn't know any other functions on the phone." He Chumo said, and glanced at the takeaway food in the trash can, "Do you remember the look of that delivery man?"

Song Zicheng shook his head, "I didn't see what he looked like. He was wearing a hat and a mask at the time. I only knew that he was taller than me. He was wearing an ordinary yellow delivery suit and carried a delivery box."

He Chumo glanced at his watch and said, "I'll go ask the property owner to see if I can find the surveillance."

Song Zicheng: "Now? Have you eaten yet?"

He Chumo: "This matter is more urgent. If it is really a suspicious person, you need to pay more attention."

Song Zicheng nodded and watched He Chumo walk out of the kitchen to make a phone call.

While waiting, Song Zicheng started to cook noodles. Tonight, his aunt only made a portion for one person, and there was also fish. Maybe he thought that he would not come back tonight, so he didn't prepare his dinner.

Not long after, He Chumo returned to the kitchen and said to Song Zicheng: "The property is already checking the surveillance cameras in and out of the community and nearby. If we find anything, we will contact you."

Song Zicheng nodded, and put the noodles into the pot of boiling water, "Have you eaten? Auntie left some food for you."

"Why don't you eat food?" He Chumo asked while opening the thermos pot, and saw that the food in the pot was obviously only for one person, and the top plate was steamed fish.

"I'm not hungry, I just want to eat some noodles." Song Zicheng said, stirring the noodles with long chopsticks, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

He Chumo closed the pot, paused, and replied, "I've eaten, I'm going out now, you close the doors and windows."

"Go out now? But you just came back."

Song Zicheng said something in a low voice, watched He Chumo walk out of the kitchen, picked up the car keys and went out.

Song Zicheng always felt that He Chumo's attitude tonight was a bit strange.

He wanted to explain why it was strange, but he couldn't tell, it just felt different from before.

It always seems to be avoiding him, alienating him.

But it seems not.

The fire was still on in the kitchen, Song Zicheng didn't think much, and hurried back to the kitchen to continue cooking the noodles.

After eating the noodles, He Chumo hadn't come back yet, but the property management sent someone over to ask about what happened to Song Zicheng tonight, and said that no delivery man had ever been found in or out of the villa area, but if there is news, he will be the first Time to contact owner.

Song Zicheng sent off the property management staff, and began to sort out the materials to be taken to Taiding tomorrow, and drew the game scenes that were not completed yesterday.

Of course, still refer to the sweet TV series.

This week, he watched these stupid TV series in Li Yaoxu's dormitory, and he was almost sick of watching them, but the scenes in some TV series were set up with exquisite details and bright colors, which were indeed worthy of reference.Song Zicheng could only force himself to ignore the stereotyped plot of the script, and only observe the architectural background and beautiful shots in the play.

He was so lost in painting that when he stopped writing, it was past eleven o'clock and almost twelve o'clock, and He Chumo hadn't come back yet.

Looking out the window, it was quiet outside the house, and no car passed by.

Song Zicheng thought for a while, took out his phone, and clicked on the chat interface with He Chumo.

Song Zicheng: 【It's late, why don't you come back yet】

There was no news, Song Zicheng continued to draw, and after another half an hour, there was still no message from He Chumo on the phone.

It was almost 12:30 at this time.

Song Zicheng was hesitant to send another message, but he couldn't keep asking, so after thinking about it, he found a topic and told him about the property's visit tonight.

Song Zicheng: [The property management company sent someone here tonight and asked about the situation. I replied truthfully. It's late. I'll go to bed first. I'll leave the light for you.]

In fact, Song Zicheng wanted to add 'good night', but he felt gross, so he didn't write it.

After the news came out, Song Zicheng packed up his painting tools and went back to his room to wash up.

Half an hour later, Song Zicheng was lying on the bed, staring at An Jing's mobile phone.

He Chumo hasn't come back yet, nor has he replied to his message.

After living in He Chumo's villa, this was the first time that He Chumo did not go home.

Song Zicheng felt depressed, locked the screen, and fell asleep.

At this time, He Chumo, who was sitting in Mo Shaoshi's bar, was staring at the information on his phone in a daze.

Tomorrow is Young Master Mo's 25th birthday. As the fashionable and rich young master of the Mo family, Young Master Mo decided to give full play to his true qualities as a young master and hold a luxurious and grand birthday party.