He Chaozhi was busy with social activities these two days and did not ask about Song Lan's affairs. He only knew that the woman was too busy to keep her feet off the ground, and the dragon was nowhere to be seen.
After receiving the message, I glanced at it, closed my eyes to rest, and asked the driver to change direction.
"I'm not going to Song Lan's apartment anymore. I'm going back to my private villa."
"Yes, Master."
As soon as the driver agreed, the co-pilot Zhou Qu handed over his cell phone.
"Master, the gentleman called."
He Chaozhi lowered his eyes, a trace of impatience evident in his bottomless eyes. He suppressed his temper and answered the phone.
There is no respect for his father in his words.
"What's up?"
"Why, I can't even call you if I have nothing to do?" He Mingchuan's dignified and cold voice came from the phone, making the already cold air even more stagnant.
He Chaozhi was silent and replied expressionlessly, "I'll hang up if it's okay."
"You brat - wait a minute!"
He Mingchuan's words made him angry, and he was really angry.
He pressed his chest and growled, "We, father and son, haven't seen each other for a few days. I have booked a hotel in Luo Wei. You will have a meal with me tonight. Without your Aunt Rong, it will be just us, father and son."
He Chaozhi didn't want to go, but He Mingchuan didn't give him a chance to refuse. He left without saying a word.
"If you don't want me to target your unworthy toy, just obey me and come here."
The contemptuous play pet mentioned in He Mingchuan refers to Song Lan.
In his eyes, Song Lan was nothing more than a cat and a dog raised by He Chaozhi, and he didn't even look down on him.
The phone was hung up, and the car fell into deathly silence again.
He Chaozhi's face darkened visibly, and he grinded his molars twice before squeezing out the words from between his teeth.
"Turn around again and go to the Lowe Hotel."
…
Lowe Hotel.
He Mingchuan sat on the main seat with a straight face, looking at He Chaozhi who had arrived belatedly, his eyes motionless.
"It seems that that woman is really favored by you now. For her sake, you are willing to listen to me."
He Chaozhi was about to pull out a chair and sit down. When he heard He Mingchuan's words, he pulled his thin lips absurdly.
Got up and left.
He Mingchuan was furious and asked behind him, "Where are you going? Are you afraid that I will treat her..."
"Can't we go to the bathroom?" He Chaozhi turned around and gave He Mingchuan a cold look.
Although they are father and son, the cold atmosphere in the box is not as harmonious as that of strangers.
He Mingchuan endured his anger and sat back down again. When he saw He Chaozhi leaving the box, he turned his head and asked his secretary.
"Are you sure the person is next door?"
"Don't worry, Mr. He, I saw Song Lan and Han Zicheng entering the box with my own eyes."
"Humph." He Mingchuan sneered, the wrinkles on his brows unfurling over the years, "He Chaozhi, a brat like him, should have a taste of defeat. Otherwise, how would he know the true face of that woman?"
In the box next door.
Song Lan ordered a few dishes and then received a call from He Xiaoya, saying that there was something wrong with the content of the journal.
She handed the menu to Han Zicheng, "You order first, I'll go out and take a work call."
Han Zicheng was a little worried, "Is it serious? Do you need my help?"
"No, it's a trivial matter." Song Lan grabbed her phone, opened the door and walked out.
She leaned on the railing of the corridor to answer the phone and whispered to He Xiaoya to modify the contents of the journal.
A strong wind blew behind her, and the man's scent, like cold snow and mint, rolled over the tip of her nose, and a deep sound blew past her eardrums and came from the top of her head.
"Song Lan? Why are you here?"
Song Lan was stunned and looked back.
He saw He Chaozhi standing behind him.
His brows were condensed, and his mood was visibly irritable.
Because he was a little surprised when he saw him, which diluted the manic depression.
"I'm here to have dinner with my friends." Song Lan put down her phone and was surprised that He Chaozhi was actually in the same hotel with her.
Just as He Chaozhi was about to say something, the door of the box opened and Han Zicheng walked out.
He took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and said in a gentle voice, "Song Lan, have you finished answering the phone? I ordered a few crabs. I'm afraid you'll be annoyed, so I'll peel them for you first. You can take advantage of this."
Eat it hot——”
Han Zicheng raised his head, and was stunned when his pale eyes touched He Chaozhi's figure. The smile on his face faded, "He Chaozhi?"
"Han Zicheng?" He Chaozhi frowned.
He suddenly realized something and grabbed Song Lan hard, causing Song Lan's wrist to hurt.
"You said you had something to do and you just came out to have dinner with Han Zicheng?"
Song Lan covered her wrist in pain and looked at him with a frown.
"He Chaozhi, what's wrong with going out to have a meal with your friends?"
Before He Chaozhi had time to speak, He Mingchuan came out of the next box.
His eyes behind the lenses were as dark as night, with a hint of sarcasm and condescension.
"Chaozhi, you are a smart boy. This woman left you and the man to come here alone. She was not eating, but she was clearly on a date. You must not be deceived by her."
He Chaozhi didn't want to hear what He Mingchuan said, but he couldn't stop looking at Han Zicheng's hand that was stained with crab meat.
What kind of ordinary friend would be so close that he wrote to Song Lan?
If he didn't come again, wouldn't Han Zicheng plan to feed it into Song Lan's mouth with his own hands?
He Chaozhi said with a cold face, "This is a matter between me and Song Lan, you don't have to worry about it!"
He held Song Lan's hand and walked towards the door, "Follow me!"
"He Chaozhi, what's wrong with you!"
Song Lan was pulled hard by him and almost fell down.
She and Han Zicheng went out to have a meal and met He Chaozhi who got angry for no apparent reason. He Mingchuan also mocked him and said, "What is it - a date?"
Is she crazy to date Han Zicheng under He Chaozhi’s nose?
"He Chaozhi, let me go, let me go!"
Song Lan's stubbornness also increased.
She forcefully broke away from He Chaozhi's hand and strode back to Han Zicheng, breathing evenly.
Her jade-white cheeks were flushed with anger.
"Sorry Zicheng, I made you laugh, I..."
"You call him Zicheng?" He Chaozhi's eyes completely sunk as deep as the sea.
He sneered and pinched Song Lan's chin, dragging the woman to the corner.
Han Zicheng saw this scene and rushed to stop him, "He Chaozhi, what are you doing!"
"I'm talking to my girlfriend, it's not your turn to interrupt, get out of here!"
He Chaozhi lifted his thin lips, and each word he spat out was sharper and thinner than the last.
He didn't care what Han Zicheng thought of him or what He Mingchuan's expression was.
He grabbed Song Lan and threw him into an empty box, locking the door with his backhand.
"Tell me, why are you dating Han Zicheng behind my back? Song Lan, have you forgotten who you are!?"
Song Lan held on to the corner of the table and gasped lightly.
She raised her head and looked incomprehensibly at the angry and manic man in front of her with scarlet eyes.
"What does it mean to date Han Zicheng? He helped me, and I invited him to dinner to thank him. Why do you and your son think that we are in cahoots with each other!?"
