Mr. He's heart beats the world with his beauty

Chapter 45
Song Lan ran into the bathroom, carefully checked that there were no traces on her body, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that what He Zhaozhi said was true, he didn't take advantage of others' danger.

Sitting on the sofa, He Chaozhi raised his eyelids lazily, "When is the interview going to start, I will prepare it for you."

"Interview?" Song Lan was taken aback for a moment, then remembered what Lin Xiao said yesterday.

She frowned instantly, and her movements of dressing became lighter.

"...I don't want to interview, this interview, you can leave it to someone else."

Before he could finish speaking, He Chaozhi hugged her from behind, and pinched the soft flesh of Song Lan's cheek with his long and slender fingers.

Song Lansheng was slender, but exquisite, there was not much of an inch where there should be flesh.

Even the face is bright and moving.

"We are not only lovers in name, but also bed partners. You must obey all my orders, otherwise, I will take back the black card."

The word black card pinched Song Lan's weakness.

Song Lan's black eyelashes half drooped, trembling.

Originally became the deputy director, got a promotion and a salary increase, and her money was barely enough for her father's next stage of treatment.

But Lin Xiao dismissed her suddenly, and now he doesn't have any big interviews on hand, and his salary has plummeted. If he lacks He Zhaozhi's black card, his father's medical expenses will be suspended.

"Have you figured it out yet?" He Zhaozhi said with a smile, "If you miss this village, you won't have this shop."

Song Lan bit her lip, "...I have a recorder in my bag, I can interview now."

"Smart." He Zhaozhi sighed softly, "Lan Lan, I know you've always been clear about it."

He can tolerate moderate tempers, but the reason why he can keep Song Lan by his side is because Song Lan has never bothered him about major issues.

that's enough.

Song Lan changed into her professional attire, reluctantly took out a pen, paper and recording, and began to interview He Chaozhi.

He Chaozhi's villa has a very nice view, with birds chirping and water gurgling.

It is a rare and excellent interview location.

Song Lan convinced himself and asked a few business questions.

He Zhaozhi answered blandly, staring at the fair-skinned woman in front of him without blinking, and pursed his lips, "Why are you only asking these serious people, and not planning to ask about my private life? I think everyone will miss it very much." Know."

"..." Song Lan restrained the desire to give him a blank look, and continued to ask.

"Then, Mr. He, is there anything special about your private life?"

"Special is not special, but I am a long-term person. I have always only had my girlfriend Song Lan by my side."

He Zhaozhi stared at Song Lan, smiled and said word by word.

Song Lan's heart was calm, and he recorded his words calmly.

After going through a few times of feeling ashamed, she couldn't understand men's tricks anymore, and she would never believe it again, let alone be tempted.

"Really, Miss Song is really lucky." Song Lan read his lines calmly.

He Zhaozhi raised his handsome eyebrows in displeasure.

He suddenly leaned forward and pulled Song Lan's chair in front of him.

Song Lan was taken aback, quickly covered the recording pen to avoid recording noise, and looked at He Chaozhi in surprise.

"What are you doing?"

"You're jealous, right?" He Zhaozhi smiled.

"I do not have!"

"You're just jealous—I admit that I hugged other women that day, but that woman was sent by a group of friends, and I'm not going to save their face. After you left, I sent her away. It's ok I, He Chaozhi, am not that scumbag, even if I am acting on occasion."

He Zhaozhi said solemnly, he was ruthless at best, and he showed no mercy to any woman.

He won't waste his time with any woman.

Song Lan was the only exception.

"At least my current girlfriend is you, I remember."

Song Lan looked away, refused to meet his gaze, and kept his tone indifferent.

"Mr. He, we are interviewing now, please be more serious. Also, our relationship is only external, internally, you don't need to talk so sweetly."

He Zhaozhi raised his hand and pinched her soft cheek, "It's really unpleasant to speak. Okay, let's continue the interview."

He did not deny Song Lan's words, and after the interview was over, he got up and walked into the kitchen.

"It's still a while before work, I'll make you breakfast."

"You know how to make breakfast?" Song Lan's red lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes widened.

She thought that He Chaozhi was a young master whose fingers never touched the sun, and that he had to be fed to his mouth by others himself.

"Hey, who do you look down on?" He Zhaozhi said lazily, put on his apron, and started beating eggs.

The delicious smell of food slowly wafted from the kitchen. Although Song Lan doubted He Chaozhi's cooking skills, seeing the back of the man concentrating on his busy work in the kitchen, her heart throbbed inexplicably.

... an illusion, it must be an illusion.

Song Lan lowered her eyes and pressed her chest, calming herself down in a low voice, so as not to make another emotional mistake.

Before breakfast was ready, the cell phone in He Zhaozhi's pocket rang.

He Zhaozhi didn't avoid suspicion, and said directly, "Song Lan, answer the phone for me."

Like a personal secretary, Song Lan obediently took out her mobile phone to answer the call.

It wasn't any other messy woman, it was Jiang Yurong.

He Zhaozhi's note to her was very perfunctory, only one word: Jiang.

One could tell He Chaozhi's indifference and disgust towards Jiang Yurong at a glance.

"Hello, Auntie, it's not convenient for Chaozhi to answer the phone now, what can you do?"

Song Lan's voice was soft and polite, but her fingertips were trembling slightly.

Hearing Song Lan's voice, Jiang Yurong hesitated for a while before continuing, "It's Song Lan, nothing else, just to tell you that Chaozhi's father asked you to come back for dinner on weekends, remember to come."

They had an unpleasant quarrel last time, and the voices of both of them were full of etiquette and dignity.

Song Lan lowered her eyes and said expressionlessly, "But Auntie, I have an important interview that day, so I might not be able to come."

"How come it's such a coincidence that it happened on that day?" Jiang Yurong said regretfully, "Well then, take good care of Chaozhi for us. You are Chaozhi's girlfriend and you are careful, so I will entrust you to Chaozhi."

Jiang Yurong's tone was soft and pampered, and Song Lan unconsciously clenched her fingertips.

She can be considerate to a child who is not her own. Does this woman have a heart?

She still remembers that she has a biological daughter, and the husband who was killed by her in a car accident can only be bedridden and dying?

I'm afraid I don't remember.

The He family is so rich and luxurious.

How could she remember those two oil bottles?
Cold resentment grew from the bone marrow, Song Lan's eyes were flushed, and she said in a low voice.

"Aunt He, if you have time, you should go to worship the Buddha and visit the Bodhisattva. Otherwise, your body is full of sins, and I'm afraid that you will eat yourself back sooner or later. If you still have half a conscience, you should go to repent. "

Instead of here, servilely flattering her husband's ex-wife's son!
(End of this chapter)