Song Lan had told Jiang Yurong in advance that she would not return to the He family.
Naturally, He Mingchuan had no objections, as he had no regard for Song Lan.
Allowing this woman to enter the He family was just for He Chaozhi's sake.
But he didn't expect that if Song Lan didn't come back, He Chaozhi wouldn't come back either!
What happened to his huge He residence?
You can come in when you want, and leave when you want - and you still don't take him as the head of the He family seriously?
Jiang Yurong went downstairs wearing a thin blanket and saw He Mingchuan sitting in the living room with a gloomy face. She knew that he was angry because He Chaozhi didn't come home.
She carefully walked around behind He Mingchuan, took off the thin blanket and put it on him, and spoke for He Chaozhi and Song Lan in a soft and melodious voice.
"Song Lan is busy at work and has social activities in court. It's normal for young people to not be able to come back in time in the evening. Getting angry will hurt your body. You should go up and have a rest."
He Mingchuan was on fire, and he no longer loved Jiang Yurong as before.
He pulled off the thin blanket and threw it on the ground. Jiang Yurong was startled by the cold snort.
"I'm not old yet! If they just don't take me seriously, will they still be able to rebel when I get old?"
Jiang Yurong timidly said, "Song Lan and Chaozhi are both good boys. They don't know how to..."
"Nothing is wrong, it's just that you are too kind, and that's why you've spoiled him like this. How could our son of the He family be seduced by a woman who can't stand up to the stage, and be so seduced that he doesn't even return home!?"
He Mingzhuan placed all the responsibilities on Song Lan's head.
His expression was like a thunderstorm, and every word he spoke was frightening.
"I thought this woman was sensible before, but I didn't expect that she was a coquettish woman. I will never let Chaozhi be seduced by her and forget his identity. This Song Lan must not be allowed to stay!"
Jiang Yurong's face turned pale amidst his angry roar.
She tried to go up and stop Congratulations, and stretched out her hand, but she still shrank back.
Her own position in the He family was awkward, and if she angered He Mingchuan, she would lose her place to stay.
The next day.
He Group issued the order.
He Mingzhuan had extensive connections and privately informed everyone not to be interviewed by all KEO reporters, especially Song Lan. No one dared not listen.
Song Lan was still kept in the dark.
She ran early in the morning to interview the person she had made an appointment with last night, but when she arrived at the door of the other person's house, the other person said that she suddenly fell ill and could not be interviewed.
Song Lan had no choice but to run to interview other people.
But they were all rejected with different excuses.
No matter how dull Song Lan was, he still noticed something was wrong.
The interviewer looked pitiful at her running into obstacles, so he pulled her along and secretly revealed the truth.
"Have you offended the He family? The He family just announced yesterday that they are not allowed to give any interviews to KEO magazine. If you have been offended, go apologize and admit your mistake quickly, otherwise, your KEO will have to close down!"
After the other party's guidance, Song Lan realized that it was He Mingchuan who was behind this incident.
Song Lan, who had been stuck for a few days, returned to the magazine, sat in his office and sneered.
Her fingertips touched the camera on the table that had not been turned on for several days, as well as the recording equipment and the wasted interview transcripts...
"He Mingzhuan, what exactly do you want to do?"
He clearly promised her and gave her three months to climb to the top.
But now he regrets it and wants to kick her away?
Song Lan smiled coldly.
It's not that easy!
Once on the boat, even if she died, she would have to drag the He family to jump off together.
"Sister Lan, I don't know what happened recently. Interviews with our magazine have been rejected. There have been no projects for four days in a row..." He Xiaoya walked in holding the documents.
Song Lan raised her eyebrows, her pale eyes swept over her figure, and stayed on the computer screen in front of her, tapping with her fingertips.
"I already know what's going on. I will find a way to deal with it. You go out and help me appease everyone."
"Okay, Sister Lan." He Xiaoya has always had unconditional trust in Song Lan.
Song Lan said it can be solved, so it will be done.
Before He Xiaoya left, he closed the door.
Song Lan held her chin with one hand and her eyes slid aimlessly on the screen. When she was thinking about a solution, Han Zicheng's call brought her back to reality.
"Zicheng? What's the matter?"
Song Lan answered the phone with her usual tone.
Han Zicheng was stunned for a moment, and his deep laughter was very pleasant.
"Song Lan, I heard from the industry that your KEO seems to be unable to receive interviews recently. Judging from your tone, it should have been resolved, right?"
Song Lan was stunned for a moment, and twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.
She just habitually behaves forcefully and calmly towards outsiders and doesn't want to show her vulnerability.
"I didn't expect this matter to spread so widely, and you MC all know about it."
"There are no secrets in the journalistic world." Han Zicheng is still so elegant and funny.
Song Lan regarded Han Zicheng as a friend and simply told him about the obstacles he had encountered everywhere.
At the end, he didn't forget to joke, "You're not afraid of offending the He family, so you distance yourself from me, right?"
Han Zicheng said unexpectedly, "How could it be? But you are obviously He Chaozhi's girlfriend, but Uncle He actually wants to deal with you like this - it's really hard for you."
He moved the mouse and said to Song Lan.
"You are my friend, and I will not alienate you just because of such a trivial matter. Check your mailbox, our MC recently has a list and we don't have any extra manpower. If you KEO needs it, I'll give it to you."
Song Lan opened the mailbox, took a look at it, and sighed, "It's really a big order."
Such a large order is precious to a first-class company like MC.
Song Lan didn't believe Han Zicheng's excuse that he didn't have enough manpower.
She knew that Han Zicheng said this to save her face.
"Anyway, thank you. You helped me. I will return this favor to you sooner or later."
Song Lan didn't hesitate and accepted the order.
Lin Xiao was hospitalized, and dozens of KEO employees were waiting for food, and they couldn't tolerate her rejection.
Han Zicheng smiled, "I'll be happy if I can help you. As for the favor, I owe it to you first."
With the help of Han Zicheng's connections, Song Lan successfully secured the big interview.
The crisis was over, and everyone in the magazine was cheering and celebrating.
Song Lan alone climbed up to the rooftop of the magazine and faced the cool winter breeze to call Han Zicheng.
"Han Zicheng, thanks to your order, our KEO has overcome the difficulties."
"Really?" Han Zicheng's voice sounded magnetic and gentle, with the unique charm of a mature man, "That's great, congratulations."
Song Lan laughed sheepishly, feeling a bit silly for doing so.
But she was indeed happy in her heart.
This was the second time I had a fight with He Mingzhuan. Although I relied on Han Zicheng's connections, I still won.
How could she not be happy or excited to win the Congratulations Award?
"I'm going to treat you to dinner today?"
Han Zicheng smiled and agreed, "Okay, I'll pick you up."
He was going to have dinner with Han Zicheng in the evening, so Song Lan sent a message to He Chaozhi and asked him to go home.
