Mr. He, please respect yourself

He Chumo was very disdainful of this kind of stereotyped plot, but Song Zicheng was not. His eyes were red and his heart was sore.

He suddenly wanted to know, what did those people who were arranged to marry the hero and heroine do wrong?

They originally thought that they could have the long-term happiness of being a couple for a lifetime, but in exchange for such an ending, the people around them actually had someone else in their hearts.

Is it true that some people are really doomed to be only a small supporting role in life, and even in the hearts of those who accompany them for a lifetime, the first place cannot be themselves?

Song Zicheng suddenly felt sad.

Can't help but look at He Chumo, seeing that handsome side face and familiar jaw line, Song Zicheng couldn't help but his heart trembled, he turned his face away quickly, not daring to look any more.Now that things are up to now, once he goes to see He Chumo with a different mind, it will make him feel that he has done something wrong.

"This drama is not good." He Chumo suppressed his impatience, insisted on watching until the end, and concluded.

"Yeah." Song Zicheng nodded in agreement, looked at the picture album on the coffee table, and said in a low voice, "Lin Qiao, I didn't mean not to draw him on purpose, wait a little longer, and when I feel better, I will seriously draw him OK."

For the next week, Song Zicheng either went to class or stayed in Li Yaoxu's dormitory, painting hard every day until 7:[-] pm, then went back to the villa, had dinner with He Chumo, and watched TV dramas after dinner, watching while watching The actions of the characters and the plot of the story.

Last time after Song Zicheng said that he would paint Lin Qiao, He Chumo didn't say anything, but went upstairs directly.During this week, He Chumo didn't mention Lin Qiao, or ask to see Song Zicheng's paintings again. Everything was as usual. He went home early every day to cook and wash the dishes, but he no longer accompanied Song Zicheng to watch TV dramas.

Song Zicheng was very satisfied with this state of life, and even had the illusion that he was dreaming.

Although he didn't know the reason, he always felt that He Chumo had changed.In the past, he never dared to imagine that he and He Chumo could live in harmony.

Whether it's because the engagement is about to be dissolved, what He Chumo wants to do out of a desire to make up for it, or other reasons, but at least, he and He Chumo are no longer bound by vain identities, and can exist equally in each other's world. in life.

Soon, Song Zicheng's house completed the transfer procedures. On the day of handing over the house, Song Zicheng made a special trip. Looking at the empty house, he always felt a little unreal.

250 million, He Chumo bought his house with 250 million.

That is to say, excluding the car repair money, he still has more than 100 million in hand.

More than 100 million, Song Zicheng still can't believe that he has so much money!God, is he a millionaire now?

Nervous emotions, carnival heartbeat, is this what it feels like to be a rich person?

Song Zicheng sniffed his sleeve vigorously, tsk, he smelled of copper.

he likes!

As for Li Yaoxu, he finally finished all the content before the deadline for the preliminary round, and successfully participated in the audition for Shangtai Ding.The two of them worked hard for a week, and they both lost weight. Song Zicheng proposed to use his house sale money to eat a good meal, so the two of them ate a meal of skewers at noon, plus two extra large cups of miscellaneous frozen milk tea, A total of one hundred and three yuan was spent.

extravagant!

Li Yaoxu criticized Song Zicheng while chewing on the skewers in his hand.

extravagant!

Song Zicheng chewed a mouthful of pearl coconuts and criticized himself in his heart.

The process of waiting for the results of the competition is anxious, because according to the rules of the competition, only ten groups can enter the preliminary round. Song Zicheng and Li Yaoxu are afraid of missing the notification of entering the preliminary round. in front of the eyes.

This afternoon, Song Zicheng received a call from the old man.

There is still one week before the National Day holiday. The old man wanted to take advantage of the holiday week to go abroad with his family and asked Song Zicheng if there was any place he wanted to go.

Song Zicheng hesitated and didn't agree right away.

Now he and He Chumo get along very well. Although this kind of goodness is just eating together every night, he doesn't want to miss this short meal time.

He was reluctant.

Counting the days, a month has passed, has their relationship improved?

Song Zicheng was walking on the campus path. He had no classes after 04:30 this afternoon. Taking advantage of the early hours, he wanted to buy a la carte and fruit in the supermarket.

Aunt Li cooks dinner dishes every day, but Song Zicheng cooks a simple dish every day. His taste is light, while the dishes made by Aunt Li are heavy, and he doesn't eat much.

Just as I was thinking about what to buy next, a message came from my phone.

Click to open it, and the dialog box that pops up, the note is, Liu Weizhuo.

It's been a long time since I contacted this person, and Song Zicheng almost didn't remember that it was the chairman of the student union.

Liu Weizhuo: [Your class is over, where are you? 】

Song Zicheng stared at the phone, inexplicably disgusted by this person's tone of voice, as if he was very close to him, but he couldn't help it, and replied: [get out of class is over, on the way home, what's the matter? 】

After the message was sent, Liu Weizhuo did not reply.

This man is really strange.

Song Zicheng put away his phone and went to the supermarket.

A dazzling array of products came to the raw vegetable section. Today's purple cabbage in the supermarket has a special price for members. Although they are limited to one serving, He Chumo loves to eat it. You can put some in salads.

Carrots also have a special price for members, but He Chumo doesn't like to eat them, he always picks them out of the dishes, so forget it.

Coriander, don't buy it, it has a strong taste, and he doesn't like it.Aunt Li had prepared some coriander in the refrigerator before, but He Chumo never put it in when cooking, so she probably didn't like it either.

Cauliflower, Chinese cabbage, bean sprouts, He Chumo doesn't pick any of these, you can buy them.

As for the fruit, Song Zicheng pushed the shopping cart to the fruit section, cantaloupe, watermelon, cantaloupe, anything with the word melon on it, He Chumo wouldn't eat it, so don't look at it.Going around, Song Zicheng realized that he really didn't know what fruit He Chumo liked to eat. It seemed that he had never seen any fruit he ate before, except for grapes.

Taking out his phone, Song Zicheng clicked on the dialogue interface with He Chumo.

Song Zicheng: [I'm shopping for fruit, what do you like to eat?I bought it together by the way]

There was no reply, maybe he was busy, Song Zicheng put away his phone carelessly.

Then buy what you usually eat. Song Zicheng picked out a few peaches, two large bunches of blue grapes, weighed a few apples, and went around to the snack area to pick out a few packs of snacks. Slowly push the cart away.

While queuing up to check out, He Chumo suddenly sent a message and replied: [Orange]

Song Zicheng stared at the two words on the dialog box, froze for a few seconds, turned around sharply, and rushed back pushing the shopping cart.

There was a big smile on his face.

tangerine!Not to mention oranges, he can grow orange trees!

Song Zicheng smirked as he walked, he couldn't hide his ecstasy, and weighed three catties of oranges in the fruit section!

Excitedly carrying two big bags of things out of the supermarket, the incomparably excited mood made him want to run wildly on the road, waiting!Let my brother feed you!

However, less than 5 minutes after being excited, my hands started to get sore.

too heavy.

Especially thinking of the distance between the supermarket and the community, and the distance to walk back to the villa from the gate of the community, Song Zicheng felt that his legs were starting to go weak.

He can't bear the weight of love.

Song Zicheng stood where he was, thought for a while, and opened the dialog with He Chumo.

Song Zicheng: [Mr. He, are you off work? The oranges are too heavy. Can you pick me up from the supermarket near the neighborhood? 】

The time when the message was sent was 36:[-].

45:[-], no reply,

55:[-], still no reply.

Song Zicheng scratched his head and clicked on the car-hailing app.

On the online car-hailing car, Song Zicheng was still staring at the dialog interface with He Chumo.

It was just before six o'clock, and President He Da hadn't gotten off work yet. It must be because he didn't see the phone message that he didn't reply.