Mr. He, please respect yourself

Trident's competition started to enter the publicity stage. There were introductions of the works of each group on the official blog. Song Zicheng went up to take a look, and found that the introduction of his and Li Yaoxu's works had a photo of the two of them as a child on the cover. What kind of plane?

When Song Zicheng asked Li Yaoxu, the young master of the Li family said lightly that this was my uncle's opinion, and he blocked the conversation.

Hehe, he has never seen such a perverted person, who is actually controlled by his uncle. What, is it his father who is bad, or the father next door is more fragrant?

When looking through Weibo, Song Zicheng also found out that Lin Qiao had deleted the post about his design drawing, and even that fan's Weibo didn't see the post about Song Zicheng's design drawing anymore.

What's going on, is Lin Qiao frightened by his threats?

But Song Zicheng felt that the possibility was unlikely. Even if he took off the fig leaf of Lin Qiao's incident in front of He Chumo, what was it to He Chumo?

Lin Qiao must have thought of this, otherwise he wouldn't have deliberately appeared in front of him again and again.

And that matter, he was the only one who had been brooding in his heart all the time, even until he grew up, he also found that he had not received any real harm in this matter at all, even if he was frightened, it was just Just being scared.

It is impossible to ask others to empathize with him.

Could it be the arrangement of Taiding Company?

But isn't Tai Ding already bought the copyright of his design for this matter?Song Zicheng still remembered that the person in charge told him that Lin Qiao was the newcomer that the company was promoting this time, and even though such a mistake happened, for the sake of the company's image and influence, he could only make the right arrangement.

Song Zicheng was still slandering in his heart at that time, since he knew he was wrong, why didn't Lin Qiao apologize to him.

But Song Zicheng knew Lin Qiao well. Even though he hadn't seen him for eight years, he felt that human nature cannot be easily changed.Although Lin Qiao appeared to be a gentle person, he didn't bow his head to anyone easily. Song Zicheng knew that he couldn't wait for this apology.

In any case, this matter is over.Song Zicheng really wanted to ask Li Yaoxu for help and get his fan's account back, but now that the post has been deleted, there is no need for him to do anything more.

But Song Zicheng used the unnecessary move on He Chumo.

He used this incident as a starting point, and took the initiative to chat with He Chumo.

Song Zicheng: [Mr. He, I mentioned to you, do you still remember about my fan Weibo? 】

Song Zicheng: [Now, on her Weibo, the original post about my design drawing has been deleted]

Song Zicheng: 【Actually, I doubted before whether you gave Lin Qiao my design drawing.But thinking about it now, I shouldn't have doubted you back then, and even went to your office to ask you about it, sorry. 】

Song Zicheng: [Give you Xiaohuahua's expression pack]

The message was sent, but there was no reply, but Song Zicheng was used to He Chumo not replying immediately. He locked the phone screen and stared at it without blinking.

Li Yaoxu was watching from the side, and couldn't take it anymore, threw a small pillow at him, and complained: "Master Song, can you not worry about talking about your love, we are busy with business, and the relationship between children and daughters Put it aside for now, OK?"

"Don't let go." Song Zicheng snorted.

"If the relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night. Haven't you heard the famous saying of the second senior brother?"

"I heard it, but I didn't think about it." Song Zicheng had been up for two nights, and now he was so tired that he could fall asleep. If he didn't have any psychological support, he would go to find Duke Zhou.

Li Yaoxu glared at him angrily, "Don't give yourself too much fantasy, if you accidentally take it seriously, it will be ugly in the future."

Song Zicheng was stunned, and said slowly, "I know, in fact, I have been persuading myself all this time, not to care about it, not to have expectations, persuading myself that this is a matter with no end, let myself let go... But, the rest of the time It's been less than two months... Since me and him are going to end anyway in the end, nothing will change... Then before we become complete strangers, just treat it as my brain You're stupid, can you coax yourself?"

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not. At least I really liked him and worked hard. Even if what he gave me now is an illusion, but at least, when I think of the memories about me and him in the future, I won't So blank..."

Li Yaoxu looked at him, speechless for a while, the two fell silent, but the next second, Li Yaoxu grabbed another pillow and threw it at Song Zicheng, "Fuck your grandson, he's so gross, I want to die of nausea I?"

Song Zicheng laughed.

In the end, He Chumo only replied with a [hmm], but Song Zicheng didn't care about it. Apart from attending class, he was now devoting all his energy to the competition, and what he thought about every day was to get more sleep.

Two days later, Song Zicheng received another message from Liu Weizhuo.

Liu Weizhuo: [You haven't been back for almost a week]

Song Zicheng looked at the information on the chat interface, and really felt that this person was out of his mind.

What is the purpose of such an unintelligible message always coming out of nowhere?

Besides, how on earth did this person know his whereabouts?

stalker?

Song Zicheng asked Li Yaoxu if he recognized the chairman of the student union, Li Yaoxu was stunned.

Decisively block.

Tomorrow is Saturday, Jin Hong, the group consultant of Trident, asked them to go to Trident to test run the first version of the game they had already built. Moldy and hairy.

Song Zicheng told He Chumo that he would go back to the villa at night.The clothes he wears these days are all school clothes, and he has to go back and get a more formal set.

After class, Song Zicheng went back to Li Yaoxu's dormitory first, and brought his painting tools and materials. He planned to go back to the villa for a night tonight, and then go directly to Tai Ding's office building tomorrow morning.

The road I haven't walked in a week now looks familiar and strange.

Walking into the gate of the community, the security guard on duty happened to be known by Song Zicheng. The two chatted for a while, and it was already past seven o'clock when they left. Thinking of getting closer, they took a detour and took a detour.

Turning on the phone, there was no reply to the message sent to He Chumo. Song Zicheng was wondering if He Chumo was still working overtime when he suddenly felt footsteps behind him.

Looking back, the long road was empty, the lights were dim, and no one was seen.

It should be because I didn't get enough rest, I was hallucinating.

Song Zicheng sighed and continued walking.

Turning a corner is He Chumo's villa, because it is a small road, the surrounding is strangely quiet, occasionally only the chirping of birds, Song Zicheng quickened his pace, almost jogging back to the villa.

Mom, this feeling is like being chased by ghosts.