Mr. He, please respect yourself

[The second half of the last chapter has been slightly changed, it would be better to read it again]

[In fact, inner OS: Re-read the last chapter for me, and then read this chapter, hurry up]

The more He Chumo thought about it, the more he suffered. He drove around aimlessly all the way, and finally, he found that he had come to Song Zicheng's school.

He Chumo's car can freely enter and leave Song Zicheng's school because he has applied for a family pick-up vehicle certificate.Driving all the way to the apartment building, He Chumo parked the car under Li Yaoxu's apartment building.

Look up, the one on the top floor, the light is on.

He Chumo suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

Except for the time when he first took over the Xingyao Group, He Chumo usually didn't touch cigarettes, and now he naturally didn't bring them with him. In desperation, he got out of the car and leaned against the car door, blowing the cool breeze quietly.

He had heard about Song Zicheng's life experience before, but he didn't take it seriously.This 'Paternity Test' tonight is like a judge in hell, instantly deciding Song Zicheng's fate.

Song Zicheng with the support of the Song family is definitely different from Song Zicheng without the support of the Song family. Song Zicheng has no parents. If the Song family and Mr. Song hadn't taken him in, he can be said to have no home.

But now, the identity has been confirmed, and the lies from 20 years ago have been exposed all at once. Under such circumstances, can Song Zicheng stay in the Song family?As for Mr. Song, will he take him in without any grievances?

With a lump in his throat, He Chumo took out his mobile phone and dialed Song Zicheng directly.

Busy tone, no connection.

He Chumo hung up and dialed again.

Still busy.

Looking up in the direction of the apartment, the lights were on. He Chumo clicked on the WeChat chat interface with Song Zicheng and made a voice call.

Still no one answered.

The constant busy tone made He Chumo start to panic. He didn't dare to delay, and rushed directly into the apartment building. The mobile phone was always in the state of beeping, waiting for the other party to answer. While waiting for the elevator to go down, He Chumo Mo made continuous calls, but no one answered.

When the elevator arrived, the door hadn't fully opened yet, but He Chumo had already rushed in, frantically pressing the door close button.

At this moment, the phone interface displayed that the voice call was connected, and a voice came over, "Hello."

He Chumo stopped moving.

The elevator door closed slowly, and He Chumo stared at the phone, slightly stunned.

"Hey?"

Song Zicheng's voice came again.

He Chumo came to his senses, put it next to his ear, and replied, "Hello."

He Chumo felt that his voice was hoarse than ever, and seemed to be trembling slightly.

The other end of the phone became quiet, and He Chumo was anxious, and quickly asked again: "Hello, are you there?"

After a few seconds, Song Zicheng's voice sounded again, "Yes."

Gently and carefully, He Chumo suddenly remembered Lin Qiao and Song Zicheng's favorite game of blowing bubbles when they were children.

A small tube, dipped in colorful foam water, raised his head and blew hard towards the sky, a big, transparent bubble would be blown out, and then floated with the wind until finally, it fell to the ground and shattered.

This process is almost a blink of an eye, a bubble is forced to be born in the world, rootless and unreliable, it can only go with the wind involuntarily, and finally, it bursts in an instant.

Just like Song Zicheng at the moment.

He Chumo's heart tightened.

'Ding'.

The elevator quickly reached the top floor, and the dark corridor was lit up because of the sound.He Chumo stepped out of the elevator and said into the microphone, "I'm here at your school, right at the door of the apartment."

The other end of the microphone was still quiet, but He Chumo felt very relieved when he heard Song Zicheng's almost inaudible breathing, and he just waited without urging him.

"How did you come?"

After a while, Song Zicheng asked.

He Chumo didn't know how to answer for a while, as if all the worries in his heart should not be said at this moment. After a while, He Chumo said: "Come and see you."

I don't know what Song Zicheng's expression was when he heard this. After a moment of silence, the person on the other end of the phone said, "Thank you, but no need. I'm fine. You can go."

He Chumo looked at the closed door in front of him, Song Zicheng was on the other side of the door, separated by a door, he felt deeply powerless, and he couldn't do anything for him.

After a while, He Chumo sighed and said 'um', "I'm leaving, you should rest early."

Song Zicheng said 'OK'.

Just as he was about to hang up, Song Zicheng suddenly said anxiously, "Mr. He."

He Chumo quickly put the phone back to his ear.

"Listen, you say."

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the microphone, and after a few seconds, Song Zicheng's voice became very low, "The way I am now, I have nothing to do with the Song family anymore, so our engagement...is actually void. No, there is no need to wait until the day of grandpa's birthday."

He Chumo listened quietly.

"The house, uncle... No, Song... Mr. Song's house, I thought about it, this one still has to be returned to Mr. Song."

Song Zicheng's hoarse voice pleaded, "I know, it's not good for me to be so cheeky... But, can you sell that house to me? It doesn't matter if it's worth the market value or if it's more expensive. I have money."

"Okay." He Chumo said, "I'll let Jiang Qing contact you."

"Thank you." Song Zicheng paused, and then said: "The villa, I'm not going back, and I don't have anything to take. When you tidy up the room, throw away all my things."

"And your door lock code, remember to get a new one as soon as possible..."

Song Zicheng was talking about trivial matters, while He Chumo had been listening quietly without speaking.

"During this time, I'm very happy, really." Song Zicheng's voice became hoarse, and he could vaguely hear suppressed crying, "Thank you for taking care of me, these three months... no , It’s these three years, more than three years, I’m sorry for causing you trouble.”

His eyes were swollen, and He Chumo covered his eyebrows with one hand.

"By the way, the new soy milk I told you about last time is really delicious. Remember to try it when you have time."

"......it is good."

After He Chumo agreed, Song Zicheng thanked him again, and then hung up.

He Chumo heard the busy tone of 'beep beep', and felt it was extremely ear-piercing. Not only that, but there was also a faint tingling pain in his chest, as if being pierced into his heart by countless fine needles at the same time.

It ended up like this.

He never thought about the situation when he broke off the engagement with Song Zicheng, even when Song Zicheng told him that the engagement would be broken after Mr. Song's birthday, he never really took it to heart.

In the past three years, he has been completely used to having such a person by his side, who exists with this identity, even if he never cares about it, but he never feels that he and Song Zicheng will really end.

But now, when everything really happened, it was like a dream. Behind the numb acceptance, there were more powerlessness, remorse, and reluctance.

Feeling helpless towards Song Zicheng's background.

Regarding what happened tonight, I regret that I chose to stand by and watch.

reluctant...

Why do you feel reluctant?

[The author has something to say: I'm sorry everyone, I have changed the text again...]