Mr. He, please respect yourself

"Do you remember the cartoon image of this character? I drew a series of images for the competition. Although I didn't show you this one of Lin Qiao's, the style and tone of the painting are the same. And when I finished painting, the work has been placed on the coffee table in your house."

Song Zicheng said, took a deep breath, paused, and said, "I want to know, have you shown it to others?"

He Chumo immediately understood the meaning of Song Zicheng's words.

He is doubting him.

When he came here today, he came to confront himself.

He Chumo was not angry, he was unexpectedly calm, and even had a sense of solidity.Because Song Zicheng's questioning was enough to prove that Song Zicheng didn't leak the design.

He Chumo said, "No."

Song Zicheng pursed his lips, and asked again: "Then... have you brought Lin Qiao home during this time?"

He Chumo leaned back in his chair, "No."

"Oh." Song Zicheng took back his phone, and after hearing He Chumo's assurance with his own ears, he felt much more at ease in his heart. He scratched his head and said, "I'm done asking, then I'm leaving."

He Chumo looked at Song Zicheng's back, a little helpless, and waited for more than an hour, just to ask him two questions?

Looking at his watch, it was already lunch time. He Chumo picked up the car key and stood up, catching up with Song Zicheng who was about to reach the office door, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"No, I'm going back to eat." Song Zicheng looked back at him, "Are you going to eat?"

He Chumo gave an 'hmm' and opened the office door for him.

"Thank you." Song Zicheng glanced at He Chumo behind him. This scene, as if two people came home from get off work together, made him secretly happy in his heart.

"What do you want to eat?" He Chumo asked as the two stood in front of the elevator and waited for the elevator.

Song Zicheng: "At noon, I usually order takeaway from Yaozi's dormitory, but today I'm out, so I guess I'll just buy it back."

He Chumo: ...

Where did I not express clearly? At this time, shouldn't I think that I went out to eat with him?

"It's getting late, you can eat with me."

The elevator came, and He Chumo walked in, only to find that Song Zicheng was still standing at the elevator entrance, looking at him motionless.

"Come in."

Song Zicheng came back to his senses, walked in quickly, and asked, "You want to eat with me? This isn't at home, it's outside. Are you sure? Many people are watching."

He Chumo really wanted to beat the idiot Cheng up.

"Shut up, just keep up."

"Okay." Song Zicheng closed his mouth, pursed his lips and smiled happily, and couldn't help asking after a few seconds, "Then what shall we eat?"

"I can eat anything, Chinese food, Western food, spicy or not." Song Zicheng kept talking, "Are we eating near your company? What delicious food do you have here? When I just came in, I saw you There is a Chinese restaurant not far from the company. There is a big leaflet pasted on the door of the restaurant. The steamed buns on it look delicious! There is also a western restaurant next to it. It’s a good deal for a steak to get a soup…”

He Chumo: ...

"How, what do you want to eat?" Song Zicheng asked with shining round eyes.

He Chumo: ...

Finally, the two stood at the door of Xingyao staff restaurant.

Song Zicheng looked up at the sign above his head, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

Waiting for nothing.

It happened to be meal time, and many employees of Xingyao came in and out of the restaurant, and they all nodded their heads when they saw their bosses. Song Zicheng followed behind He Chumo, watching a large group of people nodding to him, and he was not used to it.

He walked two steps slower, keeping a certain distance from He Chumo.

The secretary, who was eating in the staff canteen, was startled when he saw the sudden appearance of the president, and hurried over.

"Mr. He, are you staying at the company for dinner today?"

He Chumo nodded, and ordered: "Let the chef cook a few dishes, no fish, no seafood."

"Ok."

He Chumo brought Song Zicheng to the company's special VIP restaurant, which is usually a place to receive guests or the leadership to eat. If He Chumo eats in the company canteen, he always eats in this restaurant.

After Song Zicheng sat down, he looked here and there, touched the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, and touched the small vase on the table.

"Sit down." Sitting opposite him, He Chumo couldn't help but speak.

"Sit down." Song Zicheng asked: "Mr. He, do you usually eat here? With Assistant Jiang?"

"No."

"Since I don't usually eat here, why did you bring me here? I was just thinking about eating the soup dumpling from that Chinese restaurant." Song Zicheng complained softly.

"Because you are noisy." He Chumo said bluntly.

Song Zicheng: "..."

Why, I haven't talked to anyone yet, it's so annoying.

Song Zicheng rolled his eyes, closed his mouth and played with his phone.

He had to tell Li Yaoxu that he would not go back at noon, and that lunch would be handled separately.

Li Yaoxu: [Where are you going to eat? 】

Song Zicheng: [In He Chumo's company cafeteria]

Li Yaoxu: 【Are you with him? 】

Song Zicheng: [Yes, he thought I was noisy, and then took me to the staff cafeteria]

Li Yaoxu: [...Then you really didn't say anything]

Song Zicheng: [I shut up obediently]

Song Zicheng: [Emoji package of nothing to love in life]

Li Yaoxu: [You are stupid, why are you so obedient, we are rich young masters!Remember who you are! 】

Song Zicheng: […]

A word to awaken the dreamer.

When the food came, the restaurant staff brought three side dishes, one soup, and two large bowls of rice.

Stir-fried pork slices with cold melon, steamed pork ribs in spicy bean sauce, and stir-fried lettuce slices.

Song Zicheng stared at the three dishes on the table, feeling that Xingyao's chef really understood him, and could cook all the dishes he hated the most at the same time.

Song Zicheng admired the cold melon, lettuce, and the smell of this spicy bean paste, and almost became a Buddha immediately.

"Eat."

He Chumo raised his chopsticks first, and Song Zicheng had no choice but to follow suit. He swallowed a big mouthful of rice, took another piece of meat, and swallowed another big mouthful of rice. After several times, he ate a few pieces of meat and finished the meal .

He Chumo looked at him, "Are you hungry? Do you want extra food?"

"No extra food, I'm not hungry, you can eat, I want soup." Song Zicheng said, and poured himself a bowl of soup.

Song Zicheng found the very ordinary seaweed and egg drop soup extremely delicious. After drinking three bowls of soup in a row, his stomach felt full.

"I remember at home, you seem to rarely drink soup."

He Chumo was a little surprised by Song Zicheng's posture of drinking soup and drinking wine like a strong man, and couldn't help saying.

Song Zicheng smiled, dismissed the idea of ​​drinking the fourth bowl of soup, and put down the spoon, "This soup is delicious, you can try it later."

He Chumo raised his eyebrows, glanced at the dishes that Song Zicheng had hardly touched, and asked, "The dishes are not to your liking?"

Song Zicheng grinned and acquiesced.

"What don't you like to eat?" He Chumo asked again.

"I don't like to eat any of them." Song Zicheng shrugged his shoulders, looked at the dishes on the table, curled his lips in disgust, "I'm not used to such salty taste of cold melon, lettuce, and spicy bean paste. "

He Chumo nodded, "Then I'll eat."

Song Zicheng: "..."

How could he hear President He Da's implication, 'If you don't eat, I will eat'.

[The author has something to say: The first few chapters have been slightly revised, and you can re-read it from chapter 35 (actually, I don’t remember changing it from that chapter, so you can click a chapter at will) Go to bed early and get up early~]