Mr. He, please respect yourself

Song Zicheng's voice became smaller and smaller, as if he was talking to himself, or like talking in his sleep. Just as He Chumo was about to ask him if he was drunk, Song Zicheng asked first:

"Are you still angry?"

He Chumo was taken aback for a moment, but didn't respond to what he meant by saying this.

The two fell silent, the night wind blew gently, and Song Zicheng's curly hair was blown. He Chumo looked at the strands of hair on his forehead that were constantly swaying with the wind, and always wanted to stretch out his hand to push them away.

"What are you looking at? I asked you something." Song Zicheng pouted dissatisfiedly, "I asked you if you are still angry."

"Why are you angry?" He Chumo asked back.

"Are you angry at what Aunt Mei said today?" Song Zicheng looked obedient, like a child waiting for candy.

"No."

"Liar!" Song Zicheng's voice became louder in vain, his round eyes sparkled, he didn't know whether he was wronged or angry, "Then why didn't you reply to my message?"

He Chumo remembered what Song Zicheng said today, that he had never thought about marrying him, and felt a little irritable for no reason. He glared at him impatiently, turned his head and looked in the direction of the party, "Busy."

"Wow! Here it comes! An excuse from a stinky man." Song Zicheng borrowed his courage, and suddenly used the beer bottle on his hand as a microphone, and sang loudly: "Everyone is busy... What a beautiful reason... Not enough love... It's just an excuse ..."

He Chumo frowned as he listened to Song Zicheng's upturned Cantonese, and endured the singing sound piercing into his ears like a magic voice. The idiot Cheng sang this song so badly and awkwardly that it almost pierced his eardrums.

"Stop singing!"

How could Song Zicheng listen to him? He roared at the top of his voice, and he sang a tender love song with the majestic momentum of "The Great River Flows Eastward". ..."

"Stop for me!"

He Chumo almost shouted, and his voice immediately overwhelmed Song Zicheng's howling.

Song Zicheng was startled by He Chumo's yell, holding the beer bottle with both hands, staring at He Chumo with big eyes, as if he was about to cry, pitifully: "You are killing me..."

He Chumo: "..."

Song Zicheng sat huddled in a ball, thinking in a low voice, "You like to be aggressive with me, lose my temper, and often grab my hands. You are a violent man." As he spoke, he suddenly stood up and rushed towards He Chumo, still yelling: "I'm going to kill you bad guy!"

But Song Zicheng hadn't taken half a step, and before he could stand up, he fell straight forward.He Chumo's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. When Song Zicheng was about to push him to the corner, he picked up the person with one hand, and then lifted him hard, like holding a big salted fish, and helplessly let Song Zicheng hang on his arm.

Song Zicheng was already slightly drunk, and He Chumo smelled the faint smell of alcohol on his body, and immediately lost his temper.

The drunk.

Song Zicheng was still restless hanging on He Chumo's body, trying to crawl on He Chumo's body like a squid.

He Chumo was helpless, and slapped him on the face, "Fool Cheng, wake up, I'll take you back to your room."

"Don't go back! Huh! It hurts!" Song Zicheng stood up straight when he heard that he was going back to the room, but the movement was too big, which affected the injury on his waist, "It hurts!"

He Chumo looked at Song Zicheng whose face was wrinkled in pain, so he had no choice but to help him back to the chair, and took a small cushion beside him to make him sit more comfortably.

"Are you going to the medical room?" Just as He Chumo finished speaking, Song Zicheng suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

Looking up at him steadily.

Song Zicheng's eyes were round and big, the pupils were dark and bright, and they had mist just now due to the pain.There were no stars in the sky tonight, but He Chumo seemed to see the stars in Song Zicheng's eyes.

The two were so close that He Chumo could even hear Song Zicheng's breathing clearly.

"Why do not you like me."

Song Zicheng seemed drunk, he grabbed He Chumo's sleeve and would not let go, he uttered clearly, a short sentence was full of accusations and grievances, it seemed that all the incomprehension in the past three years had been vented in these eight words, Seeing that He Chumo was still calm and silent, biting his lower lip to refuse to give up, he asked again, "Why don't you like me?"

He Chumo's mind seemed to be stuck, and he didn't know how to answer.

It was probably because Lin Qiao's position had been acquiesced in his heart long ago, so he couldn't let others go.

Why don't you like Song Zicheng, maybe this is the best answer.

In the final analysis, what is the definition of liking? There is no clear words and boundaries, let alone a standard answer. Even now, he can't tell why he likes Lin Qiao and not Song Zicheng.

The two were silent, one was waiting for the answer from the other, and the other was waiting for the other to give up.

After a long stalemate, He Chumo sighed softly, "Lin Qiao, it's because of Lin Qiao."

Song Zicheng said hoarsely, "Do you like Lin Qiao? Do you love him?"

He Chumo was stunned for a moment, and was caught by the word 'love' that Song Zicheng said.

love him?Do you love Lin Qiao?

Just when he was about to give an affirmative answer, he hesitated.

Is it because of what Gu Xianwei found out this afternoon, or because of something else?

He and Lin Qiao grew up together since they were young. When Lin Qiao moved into He's house and said "Brother Mo" sweetly in front of He Chumo, he knew in his heart that he wanted to take care of Lin Qiao.

Later, Lin Qiao's family changed, and Lin's mother was forced to go abroad. During this time, he didn't seem to be overly attached to Lin Qiao. He just went to school, worked, and lived his life.It wasn't until later that Lin Qiao contacted him that he put Lin Qiao back to his side again.

Looking at Song Zicheng, He Chumo felt for a moment that he had always taken care of Lin Qiao as a habit, and because he acquiesced to Lin Qiao's existence, he simply summed up this feeling as liking.

"Why ask questions knowingly, you already know the answer."

Song Zicheng's face was obviously relaxed. After hearing He Chumo's answer, he didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved. He watched He Chumo calmly for a long time, and finally let go of He Chumo's sleeve, asking humble , "Then if I showed up earlier than Lin Qiao, would you choose me?"

He Chumo was looked at by Song Zicheng as if he lost his mind, and his mind went blank for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had just said, "Yes".

Will you choose Song Zicheng?

can you?

meeting.

This is an affirmative sentence.

At the bonfire party, there were many guests, and the organizer arranged a lot of programs, including celebrity singing to add to the fun, emerging magic performances, and traditional skits. The party was grand, especially among the guests. The three get together is even more lively.

At this time, Lin Qiao's singing show was over. After tidying himself up in the backstage, he ignored the dissuasion of his manager, insisted on holding champagne, and toasted the guests at every table.