Mr. He, please respect yourself

At that time, He Chumo finally knew what the bottom line of Mr. Song was.

It was Song Suiran who had already left.

And Song Zicheng, as Song Suiran's only trace of blood, because of a word of liking, the Song family can see this family affection, as long as the He family does not exceed this bottom line, they can be lenient and let him be presumptuous.

He Yanshen also knew.

In the cooperation with the Song family, in the name of Song Zicheng, the Song family was often asked to make concessions, and even asked the Song family to transfer some important projects to Xingyao.

In the beginning, He Chumo enjoyed the benefits at his fingertips and was complacent.Until he found out that what he got, what Xingyao got, was all because of Song Zicheng, he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Both he and his father used Song Zicheng.

Even without Song Zicheng's knowledge.

He Chumo felt that the Song family's love for Song Zicheng was distorted and paranoid, and he and his father took advantage of this distorted dedication to ask for it again and again.

None of them are normal.

Especially He Yanshen, under the influence of Song Zicheng and the Song family, constantly expanded his influence, made the real estate company he started bigger and bigger, and even kept placing his own people in Xingyao, seemingly delegating power, but actually still controlling Xingyao Yao most of the shares.

Now, in the name of laying the groundwork for Song Zicheng after graduation, he has even extended his hand to the largest municipal real estate business of the Song family, wantonly trying to repeat the same mistakes.

Therefore, he had to divorce Song Zicheng.

Neither exploiting nor being exploited should continue.

He Chumo closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

After about ten minutes, He Chumo heard the door opening of the room.

It was Song Zicheng.

He was wearing a large sweater, with sleepy eyes and bare feet, standing in front of the room door, looking like he was not awake. When he noticed that He Chumo was sitting on the sofa and looking at him, he was obviously taken aback for a while, looking obedient Yes, asked aloud, "Is it Chu Mo?"

He Chumo frowned, it's been a long time since I heard this name.

"Yeah." He Chumo responded, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Song Zicheng didn't seem to hear He Chumo's question, and stood still for a while, then turned around and went back to the room, put on a pair of slippers, and walked out, "I'm hungry, I woke up hungry, I feel uncomfortable, I can't sleep."

He Chumo looked at Song Zicheng and walked towards the kitchen, only to realize that he should have only eaten noodles tonight.

After a while of rummaging through boxes, Song Zicheng's voice came from the kitchen: "Mr. He, do you want some noodles?"

It was noodles again. Just when He Chumo was about to say "don't eat", a loud noise came from the kitchen. He Chumo hurried to the kitchen, guessing that it should be the sound of the pot lid falling to the ground. Sure enough, as soon as he entered the kitchen Then I saw Song Zicheng holding the pot with one hand and covering his left ear with the other.

Song Zicheng stuck out his tongue at He Chumo, and quickly squatted down to pick up the lid of the pot, with a embarrassed face, "I was not clear-headed, so I didn't hold the pot firmly for a while, and the lid fell off, but look, it's still fine , not broken nor broken."

Song Zicheng thought that He Chumo came in to inquire about the crime, so he handed the lid of the pot to He Chumo and turned it left and right for him to see.

He Chumo got angry, and took the lid and pot from Song Zicheng's hand, "Let me cook it, do you want to eat noodles?"

"Do you eat too?" Song Zicheng asked.

"I'm not hungry, I won't eat."

"Actually, I don't want to eat noodles." Song Zicheng rubbed his stomach and asked tentatively, "Can you cook rice?"

He Chumo looked at him.

Song Zicheng scratched his forehead, "Auntie cooked a meal for one person, and you didn't eat it tonight, so can you fry it, you don't eat it anyway, one person's meal is enough for me, and you need to add an egg with it Stir-fried, fragrant, and green onions are fine, it’s too troublesome to toss about this at night.”

Still have requests?He Chumo raised his eyebrows, and said angrily, "Go to the refrigerator and get eggs."

"Okay." Song Zicheng shouted triumphantly.

Put oil in the pot, put the leftovers in the pot, stir fry a few times, pour in the stirred egg liquid, evenly pour the rice noodles, a little salt, stir fry again, and after a while, the delicious fried rice will come out of the pot.

Song Zicheng stared at the fried rice in He Chumo's hand, and followed He Chumo out of the kitchen with a spoon in his hand.

The egg rice was so fragrant that it caused people to twitch their index fingers. Seeing Song Zicheng gorging on it, He Chumo felt that he was hungry.

But who is the CEO of He Da?

"Mr. He, this meal is delicious and delicious, would you like some?" Song Zicheng asked while eating.

"No, you can eat." He Chumo said, staring closely at the rice he fried.

"Taste it, it's really delicious." As he spoke, Song Zicheng didn't seem to hear He Chumo's rejection, and quickly went into the kitchen to get a set of bowls and chopsticks, filled most of the bowl, and handed it to He Chumo, "Quick, Eat it while it’s hot, it’s really delicious.”

He Chumo looked angrily at the fried rice placed in front of him, and then at Song Zicheng, who was already starving to death, he picked up the whole plate and ate it.

He Chumo ate 'reluctantly'.

really!He is a talent, and he is so successful in frying rice!

He Chumo finished the fried rice 'slowly', and when he raised his head, Song Zicheng's big bright eyes were looking at him.

"Mr. He." Song Zicheng smiled, "There is something on your face."

He Chumo thought that he was dirty from eating, so he reached out and touched his face unconsciously, "What's the matter?"

"A little handsome." Song Zicheng smiled even wider, his eyes were crooked like beautiful crescents.

He Chumo was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing the meaning of Song Zicheng's words, he smiled helplessly.

"Hahahaha." Song Zicheng covered his mouth and laughed, "Is your heart beating faster? These are the earthy love words Yaozi taught me. When I first heard him say these words, I really thought I was a little handsome."

He Chumo was angry and glared at him.

Song Zicheng continued, "For the past few days, in order to find lines in the game, I have been looking for these earthy love stories on the Internet. Let me tell you a few words."

As he said that, Song Zicheng really took out his phone and turned it on, looked at the phone and suddenly said nervously: "Oh, there seems to be something wrong with my phone."

He Chumo asked: "What's going on, what's the problem?"

Song Zicheng handed him the phone to look at, solemnly, "Look, there is actually a very handsome person inside."

He Chumo stared at the selfie interface on Song Zicheng's phone, his face was reflected on it, and he was about to be overwhelmed by Song Zicheng's words.

"You're naive."