Mr. He, please respect yourself

Li Yaoxu: [I want to eat breakfast, you find a place to stroll]

Song Zicheng: [Looking quietly at your expression pack]

Li Yaoxu: [Let me see who is Jing Jing's emoji package]

Song Zicheng: [The emoticon package that Jing Jing arrived at]

Li Yaoxu: [Send a small flower to Jing Jing's emoji package]

Song Zicheng: [See if this flower has bloomed, and I won’t give you an emoji if you lose it]

......

All kinds of wonderful and beautiful emoticons...

The fight was in full swing, and the strength of the two sides was equal, evenly matched...

Song Zicheng's mobile phone kept ringing, one after another, almost non-stop, He Chumo frowned, and couldn't help asking: "Who are you chatting with?"

Song Zicheng didn't raise his head: "Yaozi."

"You guys have such a good relationship, you chat all day long." He Chumo stopped the car just as he was waiting for the traffic light, and said.

Song Zicheng smiled, and couldn't help complaining about his friend, "What's so good, he's just a troublemaker."

He Chumo looked at Song Zicheng, who was still looking down at the phone, not knowing what he was talking to Li Yaoxu, the corners of his mouth were raised all the time, and he was cheerful.

Taking a closer look, this young man is completely different from three years ago.

When the green light came on, He Chumo started the car again. After driving for a while, he turned into a business district. Song Zicheng looked around and said, "Mr. He, just put me down here."

He Chumo didn't know why, "Near here? Haven't arrived at Taiding yet."

"I know." Song Zicheng said, "There are more snack bars here, so I'll find a place to have breakfast."

He Chumo let out an 'hmm'.

After finding a parking space and parking the car, Song Zicheng got out of the car, took his own documents, and was about to say goodbye to He Chumo, but found that the CEO also got out of the car.

"Mr. He, why did you get out of the car?"

He Chumo looked at him, "Don't you have breakfast?"

"Yes." Song Zicheng was puzzled, "I'll eat my breakfast, what are you doing when you get out of the car? Aren't you going back to the company?"

"Then let's eat together." He Chumo said, walking ahead consciously.

Song Zicheng followed behind him with his own documents in his arms, thinking, the CEO's mood is really erratic.

After choosing a Chinese restaurant with a better environment, He Chumo chose a seat by the window. After the two sat down, they ordered some refreshments. While waiting for the meal, Song Zicheng took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of the restaurant.

He must open a folder to save these photos later, and the name of the folder is, 'The place where I went out to eat for the first time'.

Song Zicheng secretly laughed as he thought about it.

He Chumo looked at him quietly without speaking.Soon, the meal was served, and Song Zicheng yelled to take pictures again, and He Chumo was not allowed to eat. He took out his mobile phone and clicked a few photos before letting He Chumo use his chopsticks.

"Are you ready?" He Chumo asked.

Song Zicheng smiled shyly, "Okay, you can eat. I don't come here often. I didn't expect the environment to be nice, and the food looks good. I just want to take some photos and come back with friends."

"It's okay, let's shoot." He Chumo poured water for Song Zicheng, "Just as long as you like it."

Song Zicheng nodded, put away his phone and ate seriously.He looked at the exquisite meal in front of him and thought, this was the first time he and He Chumo went out to eat. Although it was not a particularly formal or romantic occasion, rounding it up, it was considered a "two-person world".

You have to pay for eating out. In the past, Song Zicheng would think about it when he was bored. If he and He Chumo went out to eat, who would pay.

Song Zicheng had studied this issue for a long time. On the surface, it was true that He Chumo should give the money. President He, since his family has money and a mine, one or two meals are nothing at all.

But Song Zicheng thought again, he is also a man himself, and he should take the initiative to pay, showing the demeanor that a man should have. How could he just wait for He Chumo to give money just because he is younger than He Chumo?

Left or right, there is no answer to this question.

All along, Song Zicheng never thought that he would have a day out for dinner with He Chumo, so he just had nothing to do to think about the age-old problem of who should pay the bill, and didn't pay attention at all.

Today, he seriously believes that this problem must be solved.

Song Zicheng moved closer, and said to He Chumo in a pretty voice, "Mr. He, when we settle the bill, who will pay?"

He Chumo was stretching out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of shrimp dumpling. Hearing Song Zicheng's question, he almost lost his grip on the chopsticks and almost dropped the shrimp dumpling on the table.

This idiot Cheng is really fresh and different every day.

He Chumo put down his chopsticks, and asked angrily, "What on earth are you thinking to ask such a question while eating?"

Song Zicheng blinked his eyes, "I just didn't expect the two people to ask who gave the money. Now we have agreed, so as not to be embarrassing and embarrassing when we pay the bill."

He Chumo really wanted to cut open Song Zicheng's brain to see what was inside. He just thought about these messy things all day long, which had no practical meaning.

He Chumo inexplicably wanted to 'educate people', but he couldn't say anything to Song Zicheng with a serious face. Finally, he said helplessly, "I will."

"Oh." Song Zicheng nodded when he got the answer, "Is that your treat? Or AA? Shall I transfer the breakfast money to you?"

He Chumo was a little speechless. He found that Song Zicheng was always serious about these insignificant issues, but everyone's temperament was different, let alone being straightforward was not a bad thing. He Chumo held back his temper and replied: "I treat you."

"Oh." Song Zicheng said 'oh again, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, He Chumo immediately interjected: "Eat in peace."

Song Zicheng closed his mouth immediately, and looked eagerly at the soy sauce bottle in He Chumo's hand.Originally, I wanted to ask He Chumo to take it for me, but now I'd better forget it, the taste will be milder.

'jingle

It was Song Zicheng's phone notification tone.

He took out his phone and clicked on it. It was a message from Li Yaoxu. It was a photo of breakfast. The table was full of various breakfasts, which looked exquisite and delicious.

Song Zicheng: [Wow, I shed tears of envy]

Li Yaoxu: 【Choose, what do you want to eat, I'll bring it to you. 】

Song Zicheng smiled, and sent the breakfast photo he just took with the caption:

【Grandpa is not doing badly】

Li Yaoxu: [Where is the online picture stolen]

Li Yaoxu: [Silently looking at your awesome expression pack]

Song Zicheng couldn't help laughing.

He Chumo looked at him and asked, "Young master of the Li family again?"

"Yes." Song Zicheng answered Li Yaoxu's message casually without looking up.

He Chumo stopped his chopsticks, folded his arms and leaned against the back of the chair.

A face that stinks, just a few big words carved on it: I'm not happy!