Mr. He, please respect yourself

He Chumo: [Look up the matter between Liu Weizhuo and Song Zicheng]

Soon, Jiang Qing replied.

Jiang Qing: [Have you finished watching the video? 】

He Chumo: [Yes]

Jiang Qing: [After watching the video, I'm done watching it. Why are you so anxious to find out about Xiao Chengcheng's past for no reason, does he know? 】

He Chumo looked at Jiang Qing's message with complicated emotions.

Jiang Qing sent another message.

Jiang Qing: [Boss, it suddenly occurred to me that you asked me to investigate the matter between Xiao Chengcheng and Liu Weizhuo. Are you caring about your fiancé? 】

He Chumo immediately put the phone away.

The next day, Song Zicheng got up early and barely slept until five o'clock, but he still couldn't lie down comfortably. He always felt pain all night, as if he had been beaten by something, and the wounds on his limbs had not healed. How could he lie on the bed? I couldn't sleep well either, so I simply got up.

After waking up, I started to feel hungry.

If you are hungry, you will find something to eat.

Song Zicheng went into the kitchen and ransacked the cabinets. Auntie must be in a good mood recently, the cabinets are full of dry food.

They usually only have noodles, but now they also have nut biscuits and instant oatmeal.

Auntie, you have made progress.

It's worth adding chicken legs.

Song Zicheng happily made a cup of oatmeal, threw some nuts into it, and left the kitchen with two packs of biscuits. After thinking about it, he found an exquisite plate and came out.

Song Zicheng took a picture, edited it a little, and sent it to Li Yaoxu.

Song Zicheng: [Get up!Your great project is waiting for you]

At this hour, Li Yaoxu definitely hadn't woken up yet, and after Song Zicheng posted the picture, he was looking at his phone while eating cereal.

Suddenly he thought of Liu Weizhuo.

Song Zicheng thought about it all night, but he still couldn't figure out why Liu Weizhuo treated him like this.

The two had never met before, nor were they at the same level and major. Why would Liu Weizhuo be so obsessed with him?

Song Zicheng dug out the chat interface with Liu Weizhuo, and he also handed over a copy of the content of this chat interface to the police yesterday for investigation.

Now looking back at what Liu Weizhuo said every time he approached him, Song Zicheng discovered that Liu Weizhuo might have been following him and monitoring him.

Otherwise, how would Liu Weizhuo know which day he didn't attend class?When there is class in the morning, he even knows whether he has gone to school or not?

Even when they met for the first time, Liu Weizhuo followed him and knew what he liked for breakfast.

Song Zicheng felt chills in his heart, and an inexplicable fear hit his brain.

Now that Liu Weizhuo has absconded and disappeared, does that mean that he is still in danger?

Just as he was looking at his phone and thinking wildly, the sound of footsteps came to his ears suddenly.

Song Zicheng raised his head following the voice, and saw He Chumo standing in front of him.

"Are you up so early?"

He Chumo walked to the dining table, looked at the oatmeal breakfast and biscuits in front of Song Zicheng, "Only eat these in the morning?"

Song Zicheng blinked, and then checked the time on the phone, it was only 34:[-].

"Mr. He, are you up so early?" Song Zicheng answered irrelevantly, staring at the blue eye circles under He Chumo's eyes, and asked.

"En." He Chumo responded, and walked into the kitchen to pour water.

"Mr. He, if you want cereal, it's in the cabinet to the left of the stove." Song Zicheng's voice came from the dining room.

He Chumo opened the cabinet as he said, and saw the miscellaneous dry food that Aunt Li had bought back.

He Chumo closed the cabinet.

Of course he knew that there were cereals and dry food, and he asked Aunt Li to buy them so that Song Zicheng would not have to eat noodles when he was hungry.

President He Da thinks he is a good person.

The very best kind.

The good man, President He, walked out of the kitchen and said to Song Zicheng, "I can't get used to these."

Song Zicheng nodded, "Fortunately, you can go back to the company to eat, just let the secretary buy it."

He Chumo rolled his eyes at him angrily, "I'm hungry now, I want to go out to eat something, do you want to go together?"

"Can I go too?" Song Zicheng raised his eyebrows immediately.

"It's fine if you don't want to go." He Chumo said, turned around and was about to leave.

"Go! Why don't you go if you have something to eat." Song Zicheng was excited, put away the leftover oatmeal biscuits and put them in the kitchen, and followed behind He Chumo.

He Chumo glanced back at him, picked up the car keys and walked ahead, the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"It's all right, I don't choose." Song Zicheng noticed that He Chumo was obviously in a good mood, and he also relaxed. He followed He Chumo out and got into the car.

"Does the wound on your body still hurt?" He Chumo asked after starting the car.

"It's okay." Song Zicheng stretched out his hand, staring at his bandaged wrist and said, "The wound doesn't hurt anymore, but my body hurts. He probably beat me up, otherwise why would I be sore and uncomfortable. But Last night, the doctor checked and said that there is no serious problem, and it may be fine in a day or two."

He Chumo recalled the picture on the surveillance video, his eyes were heavy, "Let's go to the hospital again today and do a full body checkup."

Song Zicheng: "Didn't you check it yesterday?"

"You are in pain now, go there again, don't worry."

Song Zicheng paused at these words, and couldn't help thinking, is He Chumo's behavior considered to be caring for him?

Song Zicheng turned his head around, and defined it as: yes.

Even if it is not, he will take it as it is.

Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you can force it.

Song Zicheng had already eaten at the breakfast shop near the community. He asked He Chumo to park the car on the side of the road, and then took him into the snack bar street between the school and the community.

"Eat in these places?"

He Chumo looked around the streets on both sides. Those steaming breakfast shops looked extraordinarily warm in the faint morning light. The busy boss and shop assistants walked back and forth, preparing for the opening of the shop.

"Ah."

Song Zicheng nodded and asked He Chumo to follow him closely.The two first stopped in front of a soy milk shop, and asked the proprietress for two cups of freshly made hot soy milk. Fried buns.

After buying the Xiaolongbao, the soy milk is just ready to take.

Then he walked forward with his things, and bought two dumplings and two pieces of fried crispbread in a small shop at the corner of the street.