Mr. He, please respect yourself

"Little Chengcheng! What are you doing? You won't agree to call me."

Song Zicheng finally heard the voice clearly, it turned out to be Mo Shaoshi.

This Sailor Moon is real!The critical moment!

Song Zicheng yelled 'Shi Shao' in his mouth, which was his answer, but he still didn't look up, because Li Yaoxu kept calling him in the earphones, and the vicious circle came.

Mo Shaoshi looked helplessly at the internet-addicted boy in front of him, so he had no choice but to sit beside him and wait for him.

5 minutes later, good luck, chicken tonight!

Mo Shaoshi watched Song Zicheng put away his phone with a smile, and knew he had won, "It's over?"

Song Zicheng nodded, "Master Shi, what do you want me to do?"

"I can't find you anymore?" Mo Shaoshi raised his eyebrows coolly, "Let's go, I'll take you to the inner hall, Ah Mo is there."

Song Zicheng flinched, "Let's not go, he must be busy at a time like this."

Mo Shaoshi smiled, "Why is he busy? He's doing business with a large group of people. Anyway, it's boring for you to be here alone. You might as well go in and find him."

"No, I really don't want it." Song Zicheng waved his hands quickly, resisting with all his body and mind, "It's better for me to stay here, my grandpa is here, and I can't cause trouble in this kind of occasion. Young Master Shi, go and play." ,Do not bother me."

Mo Shaoshi became unhappy when he heard this, "If you don't look for it, you won't look for it, take it to the lobby, and Uncle He will talk later, let's go in and have a look together."

Song Zicheng couldn't refuse anymore, so he had to follow Mo Shaoshi into the hall.

In late autumn, the night was already a bit chilly, but Song Zicheng didn't feel cold in the garden just now, but when he entered the hall, there was a rush of warmth, and Song Zicheng realized that his hands were a little cold.

There were many people in the hall. When Mo Shaoshi entered the hall, many people greeted and chatted with him. Song Zicheng took the opportunity to slip away and huddled in a corner.

During the lively birthday party, Song Zicheng saw Mr. Song sitting in the middle of the hall. He was sitting among a group of old men with a stinky expression on his face. Auntie, she has carefully prepared her hairstyle and clothes today, and she looks very energetic, chatting and laughing excitedly among a group of little sisters.

I also saw He Chumo.

The suit is straight, the leather shoes are Cheng Liang, and today he has a nice hairstyle, which complements his deep facial features, making him look more mature and good-looking. Song Zicheng looked greedily, without blinking his eyes.

It's the third year.

It's the third year in the blink of an eye.

Song Zicheng counted the dates. Three years ago in the summer, they also announced their engagement to everyone in this hall. It was a week after He Chumo's birthday. Song Zicheng remembered it clearly, on August [-]th.

Today is November [-]th.

Three years later and three months.

There are still twelve days left before the old man's birthday.

The agreed three months are almost over.

From then on, they didn't even have this false unmarried relationship.

Song Zicheng's eyes were filled with tears.

That's all, the appointment was made, and he was happy during the three months that he stole back, didn't he?

There were quite a few people standing beside He Chumo, many of them were well-known celebrities, both men and women. Song Zicheng watched from a distance and stood motionless.

If you don't care about it, you won't play anymore.In this kind of scene, his brain was hot back then, he had suffered a lot, and made repeated mistakes, he kept it in his heart and would not repeat it again.

Besides, what's the matter with him?Everyone here is well aware that his existence is in vain.

It's boring in every way, why not play mobile games in the garden, Song Zicheng took out his mobile phone, and found that Mr. Song had sent him a message.

Mr. Song: [Bored?Sit for a while and go. 】

Song Zicheng couldn't help laughing. This little old man usually only knows how to input voice and handwriting. How long does it take to write this line.

Song Zicheng: [It's not boring, grandpa, stop posting, the font on your phone is big, and the people next to you will see what you write. 】

Song Zicheng raised his head after sending the message, and sure enough, he saw Mr. Song looking around after looking at his phone, as if he was on guard for something.

Song Zicheng covered his mouth and smiled.

Mr. Song also raised his eyebrows at him from a distance, and then grinned, his false teeth were shining brightly under the light.

Song Zicheng also laughed.

No one noticed the little interaction between their grandparents, because He Yanshen began to speak on stage.

The lights were focused, and a large screen slowly fell from the ceiling. Song Zicheng stared at the slowly falling screen, his eyelids twitched for no reason, always feeling that there was some bad premonition.

He Yanshen walked onto the stage, picked up the microphone, and after a sound test, he began to speak.

"Thank you all the guests, thank you all the relatives and friends, for taking time out of your busy schedule to come to my little brother's little birthday,..."

While listening, Song Zicheng suddenly saw He Chumo and looked in his direction.

My heart skipped a beat.

The moment their eyes met, Song Zicheng hurriedly looked away.

Just for a moment, Song Zicheng felt his whole body was burning hot.

What is President He Da doing?

Who is this look trying to confuse?

Just thinking about the mess, Song Zicheng noticed that the people around him started making noise for no reason. Many people were looking at the position of the big screen in front of them in surprise, not knowing what they were pointing at, and discussing in low voices.

Song Zicheng's face was still red, besides He Yanshen's voice, there were many noisy voices coming into his ears, Song Zicheng was puzzled, and followed everyone to look at the big screen.

Breathing suddenly froze.

This, why did this thing appear there?

Song Zicheng felt the blood flow backwards all over his body, his eyes were dull, staring at the 'paternity test' displayed on the big screen.

This paternity test, which he was very familiar with and regarded as a nightmare, was not someone else's. His name, Song Zicheng, was clearly written in the column of the subject of the test.

Why?Why is this thing here!

The crowd finally heard exclamations. Song Zicheng regained consciousness and saw Aunt Mei looking ahead in horror, pointing her finger in the direction of the big screen, and screaming, "Who put it on!"

"Who put this paternity test in our family?"

A sharp cry pierced the hall, and the crowd immediately became commotion. Song Zicheng immediately looked at Old Man Song, only to see him stand up tremblingly with his back to him, leaning on a cane.

Song Zicheng's heart suddenly rose to his throat. He could clearly hear the sound of his own heart beating wildly, and he could also feel the probing and strange eyes of others, but he couldn't care about anything. In the direction of Mr. Song, he walked forward with heavy steps.

"Mr. Song!"

"Sir!"

"Quick, come and help me!"

"..."

There was constant noise in his ears, and Song Zicheng stared helplessly at the back of Mr. Song who fell down, his mind went blank, and his feet seemed to be pressed down by boulders, as heavy as a thousand catties.

grandfather......

grandfather!

"grandfather!"

Song Zicheng finally came to his senses. He yelled and rushed forward. He was about to check on Mr. Song's situation when he was suddenly pushed hard by someone. He staggered and managed to stand still. There was a sound, and Song Zicheng's left cheek was in a burning pain, and his whole face was tilted to one side from the slap.

Song Zicheng looked dazed, the pain on his face and the smell of blood from his mouth stimulated his senses at the same time, he looked dully at Mei Shu who had a face of anger and resentment in front of him, his helpless eyes were obviously asking.