Mr. He, please respect yourself

Listening to this arrogant little tone, could it be that CEO He Da is caring about him?

But within three seconds of being pleasantly surprised, He Chumo's face was sullen, and he spoke impatiently, "Otherwise, if you're sick, you'll have to trouble me again."

Song Zicheng: "Heh..."

Ha ha ha ha ha......

Don't worry, even if he dies outside, he won't pollute your house.Aunt, grandma, arrogant ass, the fart is prettier than him.

It was definitely because he was sick that he mistakenly thought that He Chumo was also sick.

Sitting sullenly, Song Zicheng didn't want to talk to He Chumo anymore, what can he say to an old man?Find your own anger.

Being idle and bored, Song Zicheng started to take out his mobile phone to read messages. As soon as he opened the interface, ding ding ding message notifications sounded non-stop, and they were all from the news group at home.

Mr. Song went out to play chess with his old friend today. He won several games of chess by killing the Quartet. He proudly slapped the winning board to the group. The two precious granddaughters all showed rainbow farts. Song Suian also gave a thumbs up Liked.

The corner of Song Zicheng's mouth twitched slightly. It was already past three o'clock in the morning, and the reply to the message was inappropriate, so he continued to swipe his mobile phone to browse Moments.The two younger sisters have started school, and each posted a post in Moments. One complained about the bad food in the school cafeteria, and the other posted a group photo with her classmates.

Song Zicheng noticed that under Song Rui'er's photos of the meals, uncle Song Suian left a message: My dear daughter, wait until Dad asks Uncle Zhang to bring you meals.

Song Zicheng couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and immediately remembered Song Suian's time when he was playing on Moments.

At that time, Song Suian didn't know that others could see his messages, so he frantically posted messages in Song Rui'er and Song Zi'er's circle of friends, trying to feel his presence, for fear that the two precious daughters would not see his strong fatherly love.My obedient daughter, sweetheart, my sweetheart, obedient girl, Ruirui Zhuzhu, Xiaozizi... It was because Mr. Song couldn't stand his nasty titles that he stopped.

His daughter is so controlling, his uncle is so cute.

Song Zicheng smiled happily and gave him a thumbs up.

"looking at what?"

He Chumo sat aside and saw him talking to his mobile phone, so he asked casually.

Song Zicheng pursed his lips, not wanting to tell him.

They were just fiances in name. For the past three years, He Chumo had never brought up the Song family, and he had never paid much attention to his relatives, except for his business contacts.From the very beginning, Song Zicheng didn't expect him to come to Aiwujiwu's set, let alone three years later, it has always been like this. Until now, Song Zicheng is not happy to see He Chumo and the Song family have too much. involvement.

"Nothing, just saw some funny things."

Seeing that he didn't ask any more questions, Song Zicheng put away his phone and continued to sit still.There is no class tomorrow, so I just need to go back to school to confirm the course and pick up the professional books. It is better to ask the boarding students to help me get them together, so as to save myself from making a trip.

03:30 a.m. is displayed on the desktop of the mobile phone.Song Zicheng thought for a while, opened a game software on his phone, glanced at the online list of friends on it, then exited, called up a WeChat avatar, and quickly typed a few words.

Song Zicheng: 【Yaozi, are you there? 】

Radiant: [I have something to say, it's about to start]

Song Zicheng: 【Help me get the books and class schedule tomorrow】

Shining brightly: [Scream Daddy, plus three meal tickets to Zhuyuan]

Song Zicheng: [smiling expression]

Radiant: [Why, I'm so happy, do you want to eat more?Young Master Song is indeed a coward]

Song Zicheng: [...don't look for me at the beginning of the game from now on]

Song Zicheng: [Emoji package that gives you a chance to reform yourself]

Radiant: [Hey!Don't orange!Brother Cheng, Master Cheng, I was wrong, I was really wrong, the little one just looked at the dead of night and was so courageous!Do you have the heart to leave behind the cutest and cutest teammate, Little Orange? 】

Shining all over the place: [Flat Mouth pretends to be a pitiful emoji]

Song Zicheng: [Four meal tickets from Zhuyuan]

Shining brightly: [deal! 】

You little one, brag in front of your grandpa!

Song Zicheng raised a victorious smile, and was about to put away the lock screen of his phone, but when he looked up, he met He Chumo's thoughtful face, who didn't know what was going on in his head, a stinky face Furiously, he inexplicably grabbed his hand holding the phone, "Who are you talking to?"

"A classmate." Song Zicheng wanted to withdraw his hand, but He Chumo grabbed it even tighter.

Song Zicheng wondered if he had robbed He Chumo of millions while he was asleep, otherwise why would He Chumo be so ruthless that he could forcibly draw a circle around his wrist.

He Chumo grabbed Song Zicheng's hand and glanced at the time on his watch, "In the middle of the night, after three o'clock in the morning, can your classmates reply to your messages as soon as possible? We have a good relationship."

Song Zicheng gave him a white look. This person is not asleep and his mind is not clear. As long as it is not the time of the rooster crowing in the morning, it is not easy to find someone?Today's young people rely on staying up late to survive.

"Mr. He, my hand is about to break, can you let it go first, I don't want to have a new injury before my old illness is healed."

When He Chumo heard this, he threw away Song Zicheng's hand without even thinking about it, and even shook the hanging needle bottle.

Scumbag!

Song Zicheng stroked the red mark on his wrist, cursing in his heart, but seeing that He Chumo had worked so hard for him all night, Song Zicheng held back and said nothing, and changed the interface of the conversation with Li Yaoxu just now. Come out and hand it to He Chumo, "I didn't lie to you, it's really a classmate, look, I'll ask him to help me get the textbook tomorrow."

He Chumo glanced and saw the phrase 'little orange orange' and the cute little GIF, his face darkened even more, and a strange dissatisfaction burst from the bottom of his heart.

Song Zicheng didn't notice his expression. He felt that he was frank and honest, and he was fearless. He put away his mobile phone and was happily thinking that he didn't have to go back to school tomorrow. Unexpectedly, He Chumo said something next, which directly put him in a good mood All gone.

"Little Qiao shares the same school as you. It's better to ask him to help you than to ask outsiders."

Song Zicheng's face darkened, and he couldn't help cursing "Damn".

It's Lin Qiao again, it's really endless.

Song Zicheng was too lazy to respond, staring at the needle on the back of his hand in a daze.

"Little Qiao will receive notifications while going to school in the future. You are in the same school as him and a grade higher than him. Take care of him when appropriate."

How dare you say something about taking care of him? Song Zicheng snorted coldly in his heart. How dare you, President He, think that he is the eldest son of the Song family, and it is his duty to take care of your mistress?

"why?"

He Chumo raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Zicheng, obviously asking 'why'.

"I'm asking, why should I listen to you and take care of him?" Song Zicheng's face was unprecedentedly serious, he looked straight into He Chumo's eyes, and said every word with extra seriousness,