Mr. He, please respect yourself

Closing his eyes and then opening them again, Song Zicheng opened his mouth slowly with trembling lips,

"I know you don't like me."

He Chumo looked at him.

"Our engagement is called off."

Song Zicheng's face was calm, his eyes were fixed on the changing numbers in front of him, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, "This engagement is based on the interests of both companies, even if Mr. He is unwilling and refuses to accept me , nor can we deny the fact that the Song family once helped you."

26...25...24...

"So, for Mr. Song's sake, Mr. He, I hope you can agree to this marriage contract being terminated by me."

Nineteen.....Eighteen...Seventeen.....

He Chumo frowned, pursed his lips tightly, and did not speak.After a brief silence, he heard Song Zicheng say again: "As long as Mr. He accompany me to celebrate the old man's birthday by the end of this year, I will go and tell the old man that our engagement is terminated."

After 60 seconds passed, the red light turned to green, He Chumo started the car, and Song Zicheng said lightly in his ear, "There are only three more months."

"Mr. He, please be patient for another three months."

He Chumo never spoke.

He couldn't even tell what he felt after listening to Song Zicheng's words.The marriage contract was terminated, obviously he should have breathed a sigh of relief, but now he felt like a big stone was pressing on his heart, making his heart heavy and feeling dull.

The road was quiet, and when the car was approaching the main gate of the community, Song Zicheng suddenly said, "Just put me down here."

He Chumo glanced at him, and stopped the car as he said, "Where are you going?"

"You go first, I'll go back by myself later." Song Zicheng said, unbuttoning his seat belt, and was about to open the door, but was held back by He Chumo, "It's so late, where are you going if you don't go home, To find your classmate?"

He Chumo's voice was neither happy nor angry, but the strength of grabbing Song Zicheng's arm was not light.Song Zicheng struggled and couldn't shake it off, and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about, I'll just get a takeaway."

Why can't this man speak well? Don't just pull his hand and grab his shoulder.Song Zicheng rubbed his arm, slammed the car door hard, and cursed 'crazy' softly.

With the car windows all closed, Song Zicheng couldn't see what 'Crazy' was doing, but his car was still parked where it was, stuck at the entrance and exit of the community, and he just refused to drive away.

Song Zicheng didn't bother to talk to him, President He Da wanted status and status and money and money, a fine for parking indiscriminately was nothing.Even the security guard just took a look, and walked away without saying anything, probably because it was late at night, and there were no cars coming and going, so he was allowed to stop.

I got the takeaway soon. The boy who delivered the takeaway was full of travel and dust, and there was a pair of long furry ears pinned to the takeaway hat, which was very cute.Song Zicheng had only seen it from a distance before, but this time he was able to reach out and touch it with the permission of the delivery guy.

So cute.

Just as I was about to ask my little brother where he bought those long ears, unexpectedly, a very bright car light shone directly on him, and then a harsh horn sounded, piercing the sky and piercing his eardrums. Brother also suffered a lot, Song Zicheng apologized repeatedly, then turned and stared at the perpetrator in the car.

"What's wrong with you?"

Facing the dazzling high-beam lights, Song Zicheng walked quickly to the driver's seat, knocked on He Chumo's car window, and regardless of the impatience of the people in the car, as soon as the car window was lowered, he said in a snap: "I don't know what time it is? In the middle of the night, why are you honking the horn? Do others still need to sleep?"

He Chumo only glanced at him, "Get in the car."

Song Zicheng continued to shout: "Didn't I tell you to go first, and I didn't ask you to wait for me."

"boarding!"

"Don't you think you just did something wrong?"

"I said get in the car!"

Song Zicheng's eyes widened, facing He Chumo's stinky face, within three seconds, he confessed and got into the car.

There is no need for a free driver. It is better to have someone pick it up, so as to save him from walking.

The two stinky faces didn't pay attention to each other until they got home.Song Zicheng was furious. He felt that He Chumo disrespected him very much. He had already made an agreement with him and the engagement was terminated. So why do you, CEO He Da, show such disrespect?

Three months later, he will be like a stranger. Everyone has their own highlights. Before, he was always afraid that he would not be good enough or perfect in front of He Chumo. Now, he is not afraid anymore.He no longer had to look at President He Da's face with trepidation like before, and he didn't need to care about how He Chumo thought of him anymore.

Because of these, he doesn't care anymore.

Are you willing, not willing, but so what if you are not willing?

You know, there are too many uncontrollable things, such as weather, dreams, encounters and people's hearts.

Just like two people falling in love, it doesn't take hard work to get a happy ending.

He tried his best, but he just didn't get rewarded.

Just in the car, he told himself in his heart that if he still couldn't move He Chumo in these three months, he would let go and quit without complaint.But after calming down and thinking about it now, he realized that he couldn't do anything. It should be said that he didn't have the clue and the energy. If He Chumo liked him, he would have liked him three years ago. Why wait until now?

Plus there is Bai Yueguang Lin Qiao, which onion is he, Song Zicheng?

Thinking about it this way, Song Zicheng felt that he was really stupid in the past, pestering others, in exchange for a label of being cheap, not to mention, but also accommodating He Chumo everywhere, allowing the He family to bully him, this is not a brain Shit asking for pain?

Song Zicheng laughed at himself, thinking too much is useless, filling his stomach is the right way.Song Zicheng held his takeaways and opened them one by one on the dining table. There was a minced meat porridge and two small side dishes. As soon as he smelled the aroma of the meat porridge, Song Zicheng felt even hungrier. He rushed to the kitchen to get some spoon.

Just sitting down and having a bite, He Chumo also pulled out his chair and sat down.

Why isn't this guy going to sleep?

Song Zicheng glanced at him, didn't look up again, he just ate his porridge, and said in a low voice while eating, "I only bought one portion."

The implication is that he has no part in He Dashao.

He Chumo leaned back in the chair and got a moment of relaxation.He saw the bowl of porridge in front of Song Zicheng's eyes. It was delicious, and it was obviously for one person. Although there were two side dishes, Song Zicheng didn't even prepare chopsticks for him.

No share, no share, President He Da stood up and walked to the kitchen. There was a plate of fish, a plate of shrimp, and a plate of green vegetables in front of him. He Chumo took a look at the plate of fish, and put the shrimp in the microwave to heat.

By the time He Chumo brought the hot shrimp out of the living room, Song Zicheng had already eaten most of his porridge.

Song Zicheng looked at He Chumo, then at the shrimp in his hand, a little cautiously said, "I didn't know you were hungry too."