Mr. He, please respect yourself

Song Zicheng felt extremely cramped standing in this strange place. He carefully avoided the men and women passing by, and kept checking on his phone to see if He Chumo had sent a message.

Why didn't you reply? Is it because I was drunk and couldn't see the message?

"Kid, who are you waiting for alone?"

A tall man in printed prints walked up to Song Zicheng, with fair skin, full of jewelry, and a pair of flamboyant pink sunglasses, frivolous and fashionable.

Song Zicheng took two steps back and looked at the man in front of him warily.

In his perception, those who wear sunglasses at night are not normal people.

"Don't be afraid, brother, I'm a good person." The fashionable man took off his sunglasses, showed his good-looking eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, kid. I'm the store manager here. I heard from our staff that you are looking for someone. Who do you want to find, I can help you ask."

Song Zicheng waved his hands warily, "Thank you, don't bother, I'll just call him again."

Song Zicheng said, took out his mobile phone, tapped He Chumo's number and dialed it.

Who knew that the fashionable man had sharp eyes, and when he saw that the contact person on Song Zicheng's phone was He Chumo, he exclaimed, "He Chumo? Is this He Chumo Ah Mo?"

Song Zicheng was at a loss and couldn't understand what this person said. Just as the phone was dialed, He Chumo's voice came over, "Hello."

"Turn on hands-free." The fashionable man said, grabbed Song Zicheng's hand, and pressed the hands-free button on the phone.

"You..." Song Zicheng always felt offended seeing this man's assertive behavior, and glared at this man angrily.

"Hello?" came the voice again from the microphone.

"Ah Mo!" Before Song Zicheng could speak, the fashionable man rushed to speak, "A kid is looking for you."

Song Zicheng: "..."

There was a moment of silence on the microphone. Song Zicheng looked at the phone. He Chumo hadn't hung up the line. He was about to speak when a familiar but not He Chumo voice came over, "Sailor Moon, take this kid with you!" Come up."

Song Zicheng:? ? ?

Sailor Moon?

Brother, your name is Sailor Moon?

Song Zicheng was taken aback, listening to 'Sailor Moon' speaking into the microphone happily, "Got it."

Then the phone hung up.

The sky thundered, and the soldiers sent people away.

'Sailor Moon' walked around the bar with his arms around Song Zicheng's shoulders, saying hello to this customer, gossiping with that customer, Song Zicheng followed him all the way, so nervous that he almost felt that he would transform in a second, he Shrinking his body, he didn't dare to hum.

"Young Master Shi, you have a new partner? Where did you find such a handsome boy?"

Song Zicheng: Less shit? ? ?

Sailor Moon twitched her tail and laughed loudly, "You think I don't want to? But I dare not, this is Ah Mo's, and so are you. You can watch from a distance, but don't make a move."

Song Zicheng blushed when he heard a group of people joking around him, and when he reached the second floor, his face was as red as a tomato.

So exciting.

He just loves to hear other people's rainbow fart praise him.

'Sailor Moon' took him to the VIP lobby on the second floor. As soon as he reached the stairs on the second floor, Song Zicheng saw He Chumo sitting on a bar chair with his back turned to him.

"Master Song, you're here!".

Jiang Qing called him from afar, walked up to him, pushed him to the bar counter like a familiarity, and drove away the person sitting next to He Chumo, letting him sit next to He Chumo.

Song Zicheng was a little dazed, he glanced at He Chumo's sober face, then at Jiang Qing who had been winking at him, and suddenly realized.

Assistant Jiang, you...

well done!

Song Zicheng was surrounded by people he didn't know. Jiang Qing was dragged away by Sailor Moon, and neither of them was there. Song Zicheng looked at He Chumo who was sitting quietly, and took a sip of Jiang Qing's tea for him. He leaned over to his side and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say you were drunk?"

He Chumo leaned lazily on the bar chair. Hearing Song Zicheng's question, he shook his head lightly, "No."

Of course Song Zicheng knew that he was not drunk, so he asked him knowingly because he wanted to talk to him, but after hearing him say that he was not drunk, he couldn't help muttering, "Then why didn't you reply to my message just now?"

He Chumo didn't hear what Song Zicheng said clearly, thinking he was asking himself why he tricked him into getting drunk, so he said: "I didn't drink, Jiang Qing took my mobile phone just now, and he also sent you the message .”

Song Zicheng glared at He Chumo angrily, of course he knew this too.

The lights were dazzling and the music was harsh. Because there were new faces, many people came over to clink glasses with Song Zicheng. After he rejected them one by one, they saw He Chumo talking to the people next to him.

Song Zicheng guessed that it should be his friend, because he couldn't get in the conversation, so he just sat there awkwardly.After another while, really bored, Song Zicheng looked at his phone, it was almost twelve o'clock, he lightly touched He Chumo's arm, and said to He Chumo: "Since you are fine, I'll go first. "

As he spoke, he stood up, and He Chumo took his arm, "Let's go now?"

Song Zicheng nodded, suddenly remembered what Old Master Li said at noon, and said, "But I have business with you, can you come here?"

He Chumo looked at his watch, nodded, and followed Song Zicheng to a quieter corner.

"What's the matter?" He Chumo asked.

"Actually, it's nothing important. I just want you to cooperate and tell a little lie."

Song Zicheng met He Chumo's suspicious eyes, scratched the back of his neck, and explained with some embarrassment: "This holiday week, our family will go out with the Li family. Grandpa Li is Uncle Zhengshen's father. I took you with me, but I lied and lied to him that you were going on a business trip and couldn't go. If he calls to ask about your itinerary, can you tell him that you are going on a business trip during the holiday week, so you are not free?"

He Chumo looked at him, "The Li family? The Li family of Nanyao Industry?"

Song Zicheng couldn't figure out the name of the company for a while, so he thought for a while before saying, "Oh, yes, it's Yaozi's company."

"That classmate of yours?" He Chumo asked again.

Song Zicheng nodded, "Yes."

He Chumo gave an 'hmm', "I see."

When Song Zicheng heard his promise, he felt relieved, said, and left first, then turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." He Chumo took two steps after him, "I'll go back with you."

"Are you leaving now?" Song Zicheng couldn't help but look back at him upon hearing this.

"Well, it's getting late, I'll get my coat first, you go down and wait for me." He Chumo said, striding towards the bar just now.