Song Lan took a taxi and ran to the nursing home without looking back, unable to see the figure of He Chaozhi chasing behind him.
She sat in the car helpless, with her hands clasped against her chest, muttering and praying over and over again, "Dad, you must not die, don't leave me behind, don't leave me behind..."
Arriving at the nursing home as quickly as possible, Song Lan stumbled in and saw her father being pushed out of the operating room.
She rushed forward and asked the doctor with a pale face, "Doctor, how is my father? How is he!?"
"Song Lan?"
Song Zi's voice came from behind.
Song Lan turned around and saw Song Zi walking up worriedly.
When Song Lan saw Song Zi in a panic, he felt as if he had found a backbone. He grabbed Song Zi's hand tightly and said, "Aunt, my father..."
"Don't worry, your dad's operation was successful and he is now in danger."
Song Zi's words reassured Song Lan.
She turned around and looked at Song's father, whose eyes were closed tightly and had not opened them for more than ten years, and a tear fell from her eyes.
"As long as everything is fine, dad is fine."
Song Zi held her forehead and sighed tiredly, "I just had a patient at the time and walked away for a while. I didn't expect your father to... Well, luckily the rescue was timely. It's really scary to think about it now."
Only then did Song Lan notice that Song Zi's face was pale and her body was exhausted and she seemed to be about to fall down. She felt guilty in her heart and hurriedly helped Song Zi.
"Auntie, I'm really sorry to trouble you. Now that I've been promoted and have a salary surplus, I don't want you to keep an eye on dad 24 hours a day anymore. You've worked really hard for so many years. I will hire a nurse to take care of dad."
"How expensive are caregivers? You have only been working for a long time. If you have money, you should spend it on yourself. My aunt is not old yet, so she can still take care of your father." Song Zi said distressedly.
"No, as long as it can help dad get better, I am willing to spend any amount of money. I only have you and dad as my two relatives. I don't want dad to become like this and you are exhausted. Aunt, I have grown up."
Now that you are older, let me be filial and respectful to you."
"this……"
Song Zi couldn't resist Song Lan, so she had to agree, "Well, if you think it's too expensive, just tell your aunt. I still have some savings here. If it doesn't work out, I can continue to take care of your father."
"No need, aunt, it's up to me to support this family by myself." Song Lan said firmly.
…
inside the car.
He Chaozhi recalled Song Lan's behavior just now, and the more he thought about it, the weirder it became.
She encountered something urgent and suddenly pushed herself away and ran out.
He looked panicked, something he had never seen before.
He Chaozhi felt something was wrong and asked Zhou Qu to investigate.
Zhou Qu quickly found out the reason why Song Lan left in a hurry.
"Mr. He, Miss Song's father became a vegetative state due to illness in his early years and has been receiving treatment in a nursing home. It seems that he suddenly became ill today, so Miss Song ran out in a panic..."
He Chaozhi frowned.
"Song Lan's father is in a nursing home?"
This was the first time he knew about this.
In the past, he didn't care about Song Lan's family background. He only knew that she had no father or mother and was alone, so he could monopolize her and felt that Song Lan would save trouble.
Now I know that her mother is gone and her only father is in a vegetative state. No wonder she can't save her monthly salary. At the beginning of each month, a large amount of expenses will be crossed out on her black card.
It's used in nursing homes.
He Chaozhi was silent for a moment and told Zhou Qu, "Don't tell her and I'll check her out."
"Yes, Mr. He."
At the nursing home, Song Lan hired a nurse to take care of Song's father, and she finally felt more at ease.
But something happened at the magazine too.
Lin Xiao suddenly fell ill and had an operation. Now that the magazine community had no leader, Lin Xiao temporarily gave power to Song Lan and asked her to take care of it.
Song Lan went to the nursing home to visit his father at night. He was so busy working at the magazine during the day that he had no time to return to He's house.
I always go back to my apartment, take a shower, go to bed, and continue to work overtime the next day.
For several days in a row, Song Lan lost weight visibly to the naked eye, her body became thinner and lighter, and she became more beautiful and slim.
It was already midnight when she got off work. Song Lan dragged her tired body into the house. As soon as she turned on the light, she turned around and saw a man sitting on the sofa looking at her.
He Chaozhi stood up, his good left hand returned to its slender jade appearance, and he came over to pull her wrist.
"Song Lan, you haven't contacted me in a few days, huh?"
"...Why are you here?" Song Lan had a headache.
She feebly took off her coat and hung it on the hanger. She walked into the kitchen and rolled up her sleeves. She wanted to eat a simple bowl of noodles to fill her stomach before going to bed.
"I'm busy at work these two days and don't have time to accompany you. I'll take a vacation after Lin Xiao is discharged from the hospital."
"Okay, then I'll accompany you to the main office, right?" He Chaozhiyu sat down at the table, watching her washing vegetables and cooking quickly, and suddenly felt that it was not a bad idea to just sit quietly and admire Song Lan.
Song Lan looks beautiful blooming in bed, and she is also smart and beautiful in private life.
Beautiful people are beautiful no matter what.
"Do you want to eat?" Song Lan suddenly turned his head, his delicate face looking slightly tired.
He Chaozhi stepped forward with a smile and took the spatula from her hand, "Eat, but Director Song, I'll do it, otherwise I'm afraid you'll fall asleep while doing it."
The dark green eyes under Song Lan's eyes are about to turn into giant pandas.
Song Lan touched the corners of his eyes, awkwardly found a seat and sat down, took out the unfinished financial statements from his bag and continued reading.
She majored in journalism at university, not economics and management, so she is not very familiar with financial accounts.
Reading the rows of data gave her a headache.
He Chaozhi made the noodles and brought them over. He caught a glimpse of her biting the pen holder, scribbling and crossing out on the paper from time to time, looking like she was broken.
He put down the noodles and leaned over to take a look.
"This is wrong. This value is very critical and plays a central role. If it is not accurate, all the values will be inaccurate."
He Chaozhi has a sharp eye and can point out the problems in the report at a glance.
Song Lan recalculated twice according to what he said and finally got it right.
She raised her head with surprise on her face and said, "He Chaozhi, I didn't expect that you still have something."
"Song Lan, do you think I am the second-generation ancestor who eats the ancestral property?" He Chaozhi laughed angrily at her.
Seeing Song Lan put down her report and went to eat noodles, her pink lips were illuminated by the light, and He Chaozhi suddenly felt a little itchy, pinched her chin and pulled her over.
"I've done you such a big favor and even made some noodles for you. Shouldn't you give me some reward?"
"He Chaozhi, I told you I'm not free, um..."
Before Song Lan finished speaking, He Chaozhi leaned over and snatched his lips.
The light above the head is gentle, shining on a pair of lingering figures, and the night is getting darker.
He family villa.
He Mingchuan sat on the sofa with a cold face, and the old clock next to him struck midnight. He Mingchuan looked at the empty door and snorted heavily.
