Mr. He, please respect yourself

To make matters worse, he couldn't restrain himself and wanted to come and see him.

He felt that he was very strange, even Lin Qiao and Jiang Qing were aware of his strangeness.

Lin Qiao asked him why he was always absent-minded.

Jiang Qing asked him why he was always staring at the phone.

He Chumo was too late to answer, so he couldn't answer.

He wanted to bury his head in his work as usual, but it didn't work. Even he himself began to realize that he was waiting for Song Zicheng's message.

Even if it was just a boring emoticon, he was looking forward to it.

This kind of expectation, with inexplicable joy and joy, even if he sat in the office and did nothing all day, he felt an indescribable sense of fulfillment in his heart.

He even once wanted to share this strange mood with everyone.

Just like the stunned Xiaoqing in his teens.Anticipation, excitement, and a little unexpected bewilderment.

He Chumo came back to his senses, started the car and set off steadily. The car drove very slowly. In just a few minutes, he drove [-] yards all the way home.

Back home, Song Zicheng was still awake.

Still in that posture, without even moving, the red marks on his face deepened.

He Chumo didn't want to wake him up, so after thinking about it, he turned off the engine and got out of the car, walked lightly to the side of the co-pilot's seat, opened the co-pilot's door, and planned to take Song Zicheng home.

It's just that when he leaned against Song Zicheng and wanted to help him unbuckle his seat belt, Song Zicheng murmured, opened his eyes, and woke up.

"Uh..." Song Zicheng's sleepy eyes were dazed, and he squinted his eyes. He moved his neck and yawned in an unusually stupid manner. His eyes were slightly drenched with tears. He looked at He Chumo, His eyes were fixed, obviously he hadn't recovered yet.

"Are you awake?" He Chumo also looked at him.

The two were so close that He Chumo could almost see himself reflected in Song Zicheng's black eyes.

Suddenly, his thoughts drifted back to that night on the tourist island in City B. At the same distance, with the same eyes facing each other, Song Zicheng asked him after he was drunk why he didn't like himself.

"Well, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep." Song Zicheng blinked and asked in a daze, "Mr. He, what's wrong?"

"No, when I got home, I wanted to tell you to help you unbuckle your seat belt." He Chumo took two steps back calmly and said.

Song Zicheng looked at his left side, and said 'oh', "I'll do it myself."

As he spoke, he unbuckled the seat belt, then moved his neck and shoulders, and finally stretched a lot.

He stretched out his hand straight, and almost hit He Chumo.

He Chumo: "..."

"Hee hee, Mr. He is sorry." Song Zicheng smiled foolishly, withdrew his hand, got out of the car and closed the door, "Let's go."

He Chumo walked beside Song Zicheng, his heart was surprisingly calm. He stared at Song Zicheng's hair top, saw the little braid that swayed because of walking, and couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

Itchy.

"what happened?"

Feeling He Chumo's movements, Song Zicheng also stretched out his hand to touch his own hair. After touching it, he realized that the braided bangs he had just tied up hadn't been untied. He noticed He Chumo's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He tore off the rubber band on his head, and covered his forehead with the other hand.

"I forgot to take off the rubber band just now." Song Zicheng looked embarrassed, and kept smoothing his bangs that were curled up due to the binding.

He Chumo grabbed his wrist, "It's pretty, don't worry too much about it."

Song Zicheng was stunned.

In addition to He Chumo's actions and what He Chumo said, it was also because of He Chumo's eyes.

He couldn't believe that the tenderness in He Chumo's eyes at the moment was because of him?

Like the water drop at the edge of the stream, like the star in the corner of the night, is that faint and warm pupil shining for him?

Song Zicheng's heart was throbbing, his eyes were red all of a sudden.

uncomfortable.

This senseless delusion really made him uncomfortable.

He couldn't believe it was real, it was fake.

It was dark, Song Zicheng lowered his head, gently withdrew his hand, and continued to smooth his hair as if he hadn't noticed anything just now, deliberately looking for a topic, "Liu Weizhuo, did you find it?"

He Chumo felt Song Zicheng's strangeness, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and replied: "There is no news yet, but it has not been found that he left City A."

Song Zicheng let out an 'hmm'.

He Chumo thought that Song Zicheng would panic, and said, "Jiang Qing will keep watching this case, so you don't have to be afraid."

Song Zicheng smiled and glanced at He Chumo, "I'm not afraid, I just can't understand why he took me away. In fact, we didn't have much intersection before, and we didn't even talk about it. From the looks of it, at most he is an alumni of one school, and I have no money, what is he trying to do by doing this?"

He Chumo listened silently. After the two entered the back room, He Chumo asked, "Did you know Liu Weizhuo when you were young?"

Song Zicheng shook his head, "I don't know him. You are talking about when he was young. Anyway, I have never seen him in my memory."

"Before moving." He Chumo said, "Before your Song family moved, did you see him?"

Song Zicheng became quiet, his face was a little ugly, and he said after a while, "I don't remember it anymore. Before we moved, my house was near yours. If you haven't seen him, then I probably haven't either."

He Chumo wanted to tell Song Zicheng that when he was kidnapped that night, a video was captured by surveillance. In the video, what Liu Weizhuo said was obviously someone who had seen him before.

But He Chumo thought about it, but still didn't say, since Song Zicheng had no impression of Liu Weizhuo, there was no need to let him know now.

It was getting late, Song Zicheng was so sleepy, he yawned again and again without talking, so He Chumo had no choice but to let him go back to his room to rest.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, He Chumo took out his mobile phone and found Gu Xianwei's chat conversation.

He Chumo: [For the works of Song Zicheng's group, the deadline will be relaxed. 】

Gu Xianwei: [I can't relax, the official announcement has been made, and the Weibo competition will start in three days. 】

He Chumo: [Then reduce their customs clearance requirements]

Gu Xianwei: [It has been reduced, the other group cleared ten levels, and their group cleared eight levels]

He Chumo:...

Gu Xianwei: [If you ask me to 'fake public affairs for personal gain', I have no problem]

Gu Xianwei: 【After all, she is the 'wife of the president'】

He Chumo: ...

Gu Xianwei: [Although I have changed the competition system several times and changed the person in charge for the group of 'President's Wife' before, as long as you ask the boss, I will change it again at all costs]

He Chumo: ...

He Chumo: 【You are Jiang Qing】

'Gu Xianwei':...

'Gu Xianwei': [Boss, how do you know this is me, I have already spoken to you in a microscope tone]

He Chumo was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he entered the text:

He Chumo: [Change the number of clearances for their group to seven levels]

Jiang Qing: 【This is love...】

He Chumo turned off the phone.

On the second day, Song Zicheng went back to school and hid in Li Yaoxu's dormitory, ready to fight for the last two days.

However, the surprise came very quickly. Just when the two young people were about to cry and give up, Jin Honghong suddenly came with good news, that is, they only needed to clear the seventh level of the game.

What amazing news!

It's like the sky pays off the rich, no, it's the caring people.

Not only the two young men, but even Jin Honghong almost thanked the heavens and killed the chicken to worship the gods.He felt that this miracle came from the five-cent coin he picked up on the ground the night before.

So exasperated, I immediately changed the nickname of the group, from 'Don't hit me' to 'Praise me more'.

Li Yaoxu and Song Zicheng:  …

Li Yaoxu patted 'Praise me more': [Thick-skinned]

Song Zicheng patted 'Praise me more': [Thick-skinned]

Regardless of whether it is thick-skinned or thick-skinned, there is finally more time for a trial run. Li Yaoxu sorted out the required materials and scripts, and made an appointment with Jin Honghong to conduct another trial run before the start of the Weibo chart competition.

In fact, each group that entered the finals had only one chance to use Trident's server for a trial run, but Li Yaoxu had both soft and hard ways, and Jin Honghong had no choice but to apply with her superiors.

The application is one pass.

Is it so easy?

Jin Honghong seriously doubts whether the Li family stuffed some ulterior bag into her company.

Otherwise, with Jin Honghong's status as an intern, how could he get his troublesome boss to nod?

Unless the boss takes a fancy to him.

However, with her good looks and talent, Jin Honghong thought about it... Maybe this is really a possibility.

My face turned red all of a sudden...