Mr. He, please respect yourself

Later Song Zicheng explained to her that it was because of the presence of outsiders that He Chumo had a habitual cold face, but now, with the gentleness on He Chumo's face, Song Zicheng was suddenly as discouraged as others, how could he explain it?

"No sign, let's go."

Judging from Song Zicheng's reaction just now, maybe this Lin Qiao and He Chumo really have something. The more Song Rui'er thought about it, the more angry she became, and she wanted to leave Song Zi'er.

"Huh? I really don't want to sign anymore. I've been waiting for so long." Song Zi'er looked dumbfounded, and looked back at the group boy on the stage from time to time. After noticing her own sister's unhappy face, she didn't answer the question. "Sister, you're so good, why are you angry?"

Song Rui'er didn't answer, and pulled Song Zi'er away before saying, "I just met that person from the He family."

"The He family? He Chumo?" Song Zi'er was slightly stunned when she heard it, and it took a while to realize, "What is this He bastard doing here? Could it be that he is also fascinated by this, and came to ask for an autograph?"

"I don't know, but he definitely didn't come here to ask for an autograph. He's not stupid. He's a fan of uncles and stars, and he came here to get autographs in front of everyone. Is it possible?"

Song Zier blinked, "Could it be that the company of the He family is also engaged in entertainment, and he came here to inspect?"

Song Rui'er didn't expect this, but even if he was involved in the entertainment media, a third-rate small group, it wouldn't make sense to alert him that President He Dajia would come to supervise in person, right?

Wait, isn't it rumored that Lin Qiao jumped into the queue by airborne? Is it because he has a backer that he entered the group and debuted like this?

Who is the beneficiary father behind it?He Chumo?

Shit!

The two sisters have already walked out of the team. Song Ruier doesn't want to see Lin Qiao, let alone He Chumo. There is Lin Qiao in this group, so it's fine if you are not a fan. I just want to have some fun in life. If you can't find the fun, Even making yourself so miserable, it's better to take off fans.

Anyway, no one is as good-looking as her brother Chengzi.

On the way home, the three of them were much quieter.Song Zi'er was ordered by her sister not to ask too many questions and talk more, on the return journey, she dared not say a word, Song Zicheng and Song Rui'er were thinking about something in their hearts, and they didn't want to say more, the atmosphere was quiet, and they were so panicked that they drove ahead Lao Zhang's head is sweating.

The three of them returned to Song's house, and of course they couldn't hide the fact that the two girls went out from the family. Song Suian was afraid that the two of them would cause trouble if they went out, but seeing Song Zicheng following, he felt relieved, and didn't say much when he saw the three of them going home. Turn around and go back to the study.

The two sisters escaped unharmed, and immediately became happy. They dragged Song Zicheng to the garden where the old man was, and asked the aunt to bring snacks and desserts, and started a pre-dinner tea party.

"What's this, hat?"

After Mr. Song retired, he was happy to be free. He liked to chat with his grandchildren, and he also liked to play young games. Although his eyesight is not very good, he is much more slippery than Song Zicheng when he plays certain blogs and certain sounds. He was fiddling with a colorful gadget, his eyes full of novelty.

"This is a headband with a light plate. It's not worn like this. Come on, Grandpa, I'll help you."

Song Zi'er turned on the switch of the light board with a smile, and those bright multicolored light bulbs flickered immediately, making old man Song laugh, and Song Zi'er took the opportunity to touch the old man's big bald head, teasing him After being happier, he carefully put the headband on the old man's head.

"Wow, grandpa, you're so handsome."

Song Zi'er's tone was exaggerated, and she exclaimed, "Grandpa, you can find a brokerage company to pack it up, and then you can make your debut. You will definitely fascinate the aunts and aunts in our neighborhood!"

Song Rui'er also smiled brightly on the side, "Quickly, sign it for me, grandpa will be my idol from now on!"

"If you don't study hard, you'll have a sweet mouth." Mr. Song touched the headband on his head, proud of being praised by his two beloved grandsons, and kept asking Song Zicheng to take pictures for him.

Song Zicheng took a few photos, and then took his sisters to take selfies with the old man.

When Song Zier saw Song Zicheng directly turned on the front camera of the phone, she yelled loudly, "Brother Cheng, you are here again, turn off your front camera soon, it's so ugly, take my phone and turn on the beauty face !"

Song Zicheng: "..."

"Brother Cheng, here are some emoticons, my nostrils are too big, cover them up, hey! Don't look for such old-fashioned patterns, what era is this from, your straight male aesthetic is really... find Some cute ones."

Song Zicheng: "..."

"Ah Cheng, your photography skills are not good, look at my eyes, I didn't even open them." After finally taking the picture, Mr. Song was 'reviewing' the photos taken by Song Zicheng, murmuring all kinds of dissatisfaction , "This one is okay, but my face looks too big for the old man."

"No, no, this one won't work, I've blurred it." Song Rui'er leaned forward to take a look, and immediately protested, "Come on, grandpa, let's take a new one. Brother Cheng can't take a selfie, his hands are shaking."

Song Zicheng: "..."

Who am I, where am I...why am I being wronged...

After much tossing and turning, the filming was finally completed. Song Zicheng was disgusted by all kinds of people, and his blunt smile throughout the whole process was more tiring than a fake smile in the workplace.

It was taken with Song Zier's cell phone, and Song Zicheng didn't look carefully at how it turned out. After a few people enjoyed themselves, the butler came over and said that dinner was ready, and walked happily to the dining room. Not long after, Song Zicheng's cell phone jingled. ringing.

It was the newsletter group at home, and Song Zier posted all the photos she just took on the group.

Xiao Zizi is a little princess: [Look at my grandfather's idol, handsome and handsome! 】

Xiao Zizi is a small public opinion: [(Bi Xin's emoticon package)]

Rui Zhuzhu loves to eat fragrant meat: [I have become Song Da's true fan since then! 】

Song Suian: [The filming was really good and full of energy. (Like the emoticon)]

Song Suian: [Dad, do you love beans now? 】

Song Da: [(laughing emoji) (rose emoji)]

Xiao Zizi is a little princess: [Dad, idol means idol, not grandpa who likes to eat beans...]

Xiao Zizi is a small public opinion: [(helpless animation emoticon package)]

......

Song Da is the old man, who was changed by Song Ruier. The old man is very happy. Sometimes when he goes out with his old friends, he will let them call him Song Da.

Song Zicheng looked at the old man who was walking and swiping his mobile phone beside him, feeling a little helpless, he was so grown up, and he was still obsessed with his mobile phone like a young man, so he stepped forward angrily, and helped him walk slowly.

"Okay, okay, okay." Mr. Song was in a good mood today, he patted Song Zicheng's hand cheerfully, and stopped playing with his phone, "School starts tomorrow, are you ready?"

Song Zicheng responded with a smile: "It's all packed, and you can just go there tomorrow morning. I'm already a sophomore, so I'm familiar with everything."

Old Master Song nodded, "Are you still used to living with the He family kid?"

Song Zicheng pursed his lips and said, "Get used to it."

Mr. Song's eyes flickered slightly, and he said slowly: "If you are not used to living here, then go home and live. Anyway, there is Lao Zhang, he can pick him up."

"Don't bother, Chu Mo is very good, it is close to the school, and it is more convenient to go to school. I calculated that I can sleep at least half an hour more every day."

"You little lazy man." Mr. Song chuckled, his old face relaxed inexplicably, he sighed secretly, and said: "I don't know if it was right or wrong to let you get engaged to that kid from the He family back then. Grandpa I know you like him, but after three years, the stone should be hot, if that kid from the He family really has no intentions, why not let him go, we don't owe him, we don't owe the He family, so we don't have to suffer these grievances."