At six o'clock in the morning, He Zichen's brand alarm clock woke up Sang Zi on time with a face-to-face salute, and Sang Zi attributed this torture to his own sin, and got up to wash up with a blank face.

Lin Luo made breakfast, and ruthlessly made it for him alone.

Sang Zi sighed, she could only take He Zichen downstairs to eat, she put a mask on He Zichen, so as not to be recognized.

As soon as I went out, I happened to meet Grandma Li downstairs, the first gossip in the old alley.

Sang Zi secretly screamed badly, but she couldn't hide anymore, and the other party saw the child in her arms, and immediately pushed her glasses and came up.

"Sangsang."

Sang Zi nodded coldly, trying to discourage her enthusiasm.

"Whose child is this?"

Sang Zi was about to say that he was a friend, He Zichen directly took off his mask, covered her with one hand, and nodded proudly, "She is my mother!" ”

Sang Zi vomited blood.

Grandma Li was shocked, covered her mouth with one hand, and slowly wiped past Sang Zi's side, "Oh-"

Sang Zi didn't want to guess, if she came back at night, she would probably experience the baptism of gossip.

She pulled He Zichen's mask, pressed it back very roughly, and whispered a warning: "Shut up!" ”

He Zichen tilted his head and smiled, "Okay~"

Sang Zi suppressed his anger, carried him out, and drove to a place a street away for breakfast.

Spread early in the shed outside.

He Zichen sucked a mouthful of bean juice hard, squinting his eyes and quibbling: "You didn't tell me that you can't tell others about our relationship." ”

Sang Zi took a bite of the fritters and looked coldly, "You can say that our legitimate relationship didn't let you make it up." ”

"Legitimacy?" He Zichen pinched a small bun, "No, the relationship between you and He Yan doesn't seem to be legitimate." ”

Sang Zi: "......"

As soon as the little guy finished speaking, a little girl with particularly sensitive ears on the other side suddenly raised her head and met their eyes.

Sang Zi swallowed a mouthful of saliva and didn't dare to make a sound, she didn't count her popularity.

He Zichen likes to show his face, so he specially took off the mask that was pressed to his chin completely, and smiled brightly at the little girl, "Hello sister~"

The little girl's face flushed slightly, shrunk her shoulders, and quickly lowered her head.

Sang Zi silently touched He Zichen's head, and then violently pressed down his swaggering little fat face.

The father and son have a virtue, stuffy horses, fleas.

****

He Mansion

It was dark in the villa, the servants didn't dare to go upstairs, He Yan was drunk last night, and only Song Zhiqian was upstairs to take care of it.

The room was full of messes.

Song Zhiqian lost his strength, leaned on the sofa with messy hair, looked at He Yan who was on the drip, and said, "You are playing with her with your life." ”

The person on the bed was pale and bloodless, and the blood vessels in his arms were bulging, clearly visible, and looked terrifying.

Song Zhiqian glanced at the time, pinched his eyebrows, and got up from the sofa with force, tidying up the room.

He cleaned up and complained.

"You pickle girl, I stay up late to work, and from time to time I have to be beaten for keeping it secret for you, what the hell."

The person on the bed snorted softly, his brow furrowed slightly, and his breathing became heavier.

Song Zhiqian pouted, "......"

He was about to say something, but there seemed to be some movement outside.

The little ghost went out last night, maybe he's back now.

Sure enough, at the gate, Sang Zi rode back to He Zichen.

The housekeeper was startled, he didn't know when He Zichen went out, and he was wiping sweat all the way.

When Sang Zi arrived at the door, he found that the door was closed, and he had doubts in his heart, so he followed the little guy into the villa.

In the main house, it was pitch black.

Sang Zi's footsteps paused slightly, "He Yan is upstairs?" ”

The housekeeper was about to speak, He Zichen made a shushing gesture to the housekeeper, and crossed his hands on his hips, "Grandpa housekeeper, be quiet~"

The old housekeeper broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, and for the first time he was politely called grandpa by the little young master, he was a little panicked, and quickly retreated.

Sang Zi looked at the little guy and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Pan Tao, take me up for a visit?" ”

He Zichen blinked, his hands behind his back, "But He Yan is angry to get up, you might wake him up if you go up now, he was very drunk last night." ”

He had a cute smile on his face, and he tried his best to exude a cute atmosphere towards Sang Zi.

Sang Zi tongue snorted his back molars, glanced upstairs, suddenly moved his steps, and rushed to the stairs before the little guy reacted.

He Zichen inhaled and hurriedly went up to pull her, "Gently, He Yan will find me running out." ”

His big eyes flickered, and there was a cautious light in them, and Sang Zi turned his head and looked at the little guy again and again, pondering the credibility of his words.

She grabbed the little guy with her backhand and dragged her upstairs directly, "Don't worry, he was so drunk last night, even if he woke up, he wouldn't have much strength to beat you." ”

"Not ......"

The corners of He Zichen's mouth twitched wildly, his eyes kept rolling, and his body could only be dragged forward by Sang Zi.

Sang Zi walked up to the second floor, but he couldn't determine which room was He Yan's room, so he could only knock randomly.

He Zichen's head was big, "Light." ”

"Then why don't you just tell me which room?" Sang Zi smiled weirdly.

He Zichen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Don't bother He Yan, right?" ”

Sang Zi raised his foot and kicked the nearest door beside him.

He Zichen: !!

In the empty villa, there were four or five consecutive knocks on the door, and Sang Zi kicked them one by one mercilessly.

He Zichen followed behind, and the cells all over his body were crazy, "Don't kick, don't kick!" ”

Approaching He Yan's room, the little guy's expression became even more severe, and Sang Zi knew that he was tired at a glance.

As soon as she walked to the door, He Zichen began to speak loudly: "He Yan is very drunk, maybe he will have to rest today." ”

"What do young people do when they sleep so much in the morning?"

After Sang Zi finished speaking, he showed a small tiger tooth, squinted his eyes and prepared to kick the door.

She had just lifted her foot when the lock suddenly moved.

Click.

The door opened.

Sang Zi blinked, "Oh ho-"

Song Zhiqian, who came out of the room in disheveled clothes, looked tired and looked at Sang Zi, "Ancestor, can you stop for a while?" ”

Sang Zi raised his eyebrows and looked behind him, "He Yan is inside?" ”

Song Zhiqian turned sideways, "You go in and have a look." ”

As soon as he turned to the side, Sang Zi smelled a strong smell of wine and rushed to his face.

She sniffed her nose and covered her mouth and nose with one hand, intending to walk into the room.

"Can't you see me alive?"

He Yan's deep voice came out of the darkness, and Sang Zi stood by the door, only vaguely seeing the silhouette of him sitting in front of the sofa.

She paused, and the guilt of pouring He Yan's wine yesterday came up, and her eyes fell on He Yan's hair, which was properly black.

Unable to tell whether it was disappointment or joy, she didn't go further into the room.

"Good morning Mr. He, Mr. He is in good health, and Mr. He has more than one year after another."

With a very distracted string of blessings, Sang Zi withdrew from the room.

Song Zhiqian's eyelids jumped when he heard this, and he came out of the room with her.

Sang Zi put his hands in his pockets and walked downstairs slowly, suddenly glanced at He Zichen who was rubbing his hands, and then glanced at Song Zhiqian, who was dressed in disheveled clothes behind him.

"Doctor Song, are you single?"

Song Zhiqian: "...... Be. ”

There was an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

Sang Zi touched his chin and muttered in a low voice: "He Yan gave birth to a peach with a mysterious woman, and there have been no scandals for many years, and the media said that he may have a ...... sexual orientation."

Song Zhiqian inhaled, "Stop your brain!" ”

Sang Zi pursed his lips and spread his hands, "I'm sorry, sometimes I can't hold my brain." ”

Song Zhiqian suppressed the breath in his chest, and reached out to straighten his neckline, "Miss Sang, I hope you understand that He Yan and I are just friends. ”

Sang Zi waved his hand and winked at him, "I understand, I understand!" ”

Song Zhiqian: "......"

Sang Zi crossed his arms around his chest and continued to walk downstairs, "Your circle has no gender and no age, as long as it is true love, it can be accepted." ”

After she finished speaking, she looked at Song Zhiqian again, "Of course, I don't mean you and Mr. He, Dr. Song still looks straight." ”

Song Zhiqian's face was expressionless, "Thank you." ”

Sang Zi went downstairs with a lazy attitude, and suddenly stopped again, looking up at Song Zhiqian, who was still on the steps.

"Was the last medical seminar initiated by Dr. Song?"

Song Zhiqian's heart trembled, his breathing slowed down, and he pulled his lips and said, "No, it's Lu Lao who takes the lead." ”

His expression was calm, and he sighed a little emotionally: "Such a cold and sensitive topic can only be raised by a titan of Lu Lao's level." ”