Mr. He, please respect yourself

Song Zicheng giggled, and while He Chumo was not paying attention, he quickly pressed the shortcut button of the phone to take pictures, and He Chumo's face was instantly photographed.

"No reason, why are you filming me?" He Chumo asked.

"I want to see if this handsome guy on my phone looks exactly like the person I like."

He Chumo was taken aback by Song Zicheng's blatant and nonchalant confession.

Song Zicheng naturally noticed He Chumo's expression, he took back his phone calmly, stared at the photo on the phone for a long time, then looked straight into He Chumo's eyes, and said slowly to He Chumo:

"it's the same."

The two fell silent immediately, and neither of them took the initiative to say anything, and the time just flowed quietly like this.

The atmosphere was slightly stiff, and the air was filled with depressing embarrassment.

In the end, it was Song Zicheng who gritted his teeth and stood up. He glanced at He Chumo and his heart skipped a beat.

He crossed the line.

Picking up the tableware, Song Zicheng turned around and was about to leave, but He Chumo stopped him.

"The property company has sent some videos about the delivery man. Although the front face of the delivery man was not photographed, there are clues. It should not be difficult to find. During this time, you should be careful when you come in and out."

Song Zicheng responded, "Okay."

"Jiang Qing is also an insider about this matter, and he promised to help you find this delivery man. If you find or encounter anything strange, tell him as soon as possible, and he will help you."

Song Zicheng replied again: "Okay."

"Let me clean up the dishes. It's late, so go to bed."

Song Zicheng: "Okay."

Song Zicheng put down the bowl and chopsticks as he said, and went back to his room.As for He Chumo, he sat on the seat for a while before slowly standing up, tidying up the dishes and taking them into the kitchen to wash.

The sound of water wow, the water flows through the fingertips, and there is a coolness.

In the silence of the night, the sound of the water was particularly crisp.He Chumo recalled the moment when he met Song Zicheng's eyes just now, his heart jumped wildly for no reason and lost control.

He was slow to realize what was going on, but after forcing himself to calm down quickly, the strange emotion that passed by for a moment seemed to be just an illusion at that moment, and when he saw Song Zicheng's face again, his heart was as usual, calm and unwavering.

Inertly, he used a cold expression to cover up his inexplicable panic.

He Chumo sighed, after tidying up, he turned off the lights and went upstairs.

When passing by Song Zicheng's room on the first floor, there was a faint light shining through the crack of the door as usual, He Chumo kept walking, only glanced at it, and then left.

It was more than three o'clock in the morning.

He Chumo thought, just now he must have been sleepy and sleepy, so he became unconscious.

Otherwise, how should he explain the inexplicable throbbing at that moment, as if he was bewitched.

On the second day, Song Zicheng got up early to get ready.

Today, he was going to Taiding to test run the game program he and Li Yaoxu had built. He was a little nervous, and he had prepared a slightly more formal suit the night before.It was a white shirt custom-made for him at the coming-of-age ceremony, matching black trousers, clean and fit, and the cuff buttons on the cuffs of the shirt, he chose the one given to him by Ji Changqing, Ji Changqing said, that set of cuff buttons It is hand-made, so he has been reluctant to wear it, and today it is officially unveiled.

After scratching his hair a little, Song Zicheng combed his little curly bangs, revealing a smooth and beautiful forehead, looking energetic and sunny.When combing his hair, Song Zicheng couldn't help raising his eyebrows in the mirror, and then smiled at the mirror, oh, who is the handsome guy in the mirror.

Before leaving the room with the materials, Song Zicheng thought about it, and found out the watch that Song Suian had given him several years ago, and put it on.

Although it is not a new model this year, the watch still stands out. Song Zicheng lightly clenched his fists, cheering himself up in his heart.

Little handsome guy, come on!

After leaving the room, he estimated the time, and it was still very early, so he went to the kitchen and poured a large glass of water to drink, then took a deep breath.

I don't know why, but I always feel nervous.

Patting his chest, Song Zicheng checked the information again, walked to the entrance, and just took out his shoes to change, when He Chumo came down from the second floor.

Hearing the sound, Song Zicheng turned around and looked at him.

Trying to ignore the embarrassment of last night, Song Zicheng smiled at He Chumo nonchalantly, "Mr. He, good morning."

The young man was standing there with his back to the sun, fresh and bright, radiant and radiant, He Chumo was able to gather his composure, feeling that Song Zicheng seemed to be different today.

He Chumo slowed down a beat, said "Morning" and went downstairs.

At this time, Song Zicheng had already put on his shoes. He Chumo stepped forward and asked, "Is there an appointment? Where are you going so early?"

"Yeah." Song Zicheng picked up the information while answering, "Going to Taiding Company with Yaozi is about the competition. We made an appointment to go there today." Saying that, he turned back and waved to He Chumo, "Goodbye, Mr. He."

Then push the door and leave.

He Chumo followed behind him and blurted out, "I'll see you off."

After he finished speaking, he was taken aback for a moment.

Song Zicheng turned around and looked at him, "Mr. He is on the way?"

It's not going the same way, it's basically two different directions, but the words have been spoken, He Chumo can only continue to say, "It's not far, let's go together."

"Great, I can ride the windmill." Song Zicheng grinned, stood aside, and obediently waited for He Chumo to put on his shoes and go out.

He Chumo glanced at him, thinking to himself, just send it off, the identity of the suspicious delivery man has not been found out, and it is for safety to go out to pick up and drop off.

"Mr. He, do you usually go straight back to the company at this time?" Song Zicheng sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and asked.

"Yeah." He Chumo looked at his watch, "It's getting late."

"Oh." Song Zicheng felt depressed.

"Why, do you have somewhere else to go?" He Chumo started the car and glanced at him.

Song Zicheng: "It's not that there's somewhere to go, it's just that it's early in the morning and my stomach is empty, so I have to have breakfast."

"The company has it, and the secretary will prepare it," He Chumo said.

Song Zicheng let out a 'hehe' and smiled wryly, "So that's how it is."

Bitter in my heart, President He Da has a breakfast prepared by his secretary, but it's a pity that he doesn't have one. What should he do if he goes to a business district like Taiding, which is full of office buildings?

Song Zicheng thought for a while, turned on his phone and looked for Li Yaoxu.

Song Zicheng: [Yaozi, have you gone out yet]

Li Yaoxu: [You're stupid, what time is it now? It's about [-]:[-], and you Eldest Young Master Song will leave the house before [-]:[-]? 】

Song Zicheng: [I really went out]

Li Yaoxu: […]