He Chaozhi sat in front of the car, suddenly looked back and said lightly.
Su Huaqing suddenly became excited, "It's me, Mr. He!"
He Chaozhi nodded and said lightly: "Your assistant has been fired. Get out of here after you get your salary."
Leaving these words behind, He Chaozhi got into the car and drove away.
Su Huaqing's face turned gray in the car exhaust.
The male assistant next to her also turned pale with fright, and cried and begged Su Huaqing: "Sister Hua Qing, what did I do wrong? You can't fire me. I can't lose this job."
Su Huaqing's tense body took a long time to respond.
She weakly pushed the male assistant away and said without looking back: "Mr. He has said that he will fire you, but I don't dare to keep you. You can go."
"Sister Hua Qing, I pushed that woman because of you. I really didn't know what kind of relationship she had with Mr. He..."
Su Huaqing was so noisy that he had a headache. He raised his hand, called the security guard, and took the person away.
…
After getting in the car, Song Lan fell asleep.
After she became the vice president, her workload doubled and she fell asleep very much.
He Chaozhi turned his head to see her sleeping soundly, raised his head and pressed the driver's shoulder.
"Stop first."
The driver quickly parked the car on the side of the road.
He Chaozhi opened the flap, leaned back, and looked at the woman's sleeping face with a smile.
Half an hour later, Song Lan woke up.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up, yawning delicately, "Are we there yet?"
"Not yet. I was afraid that I would hit you with my car, so I stopped on the side of the road first." He Chaozhi said with a smile, "Have you had enough sleep? If not, you can go to my villa to sleep at night."
Song Lan paused while adjusting her clothes and glared at him.
Did you still sleep after going to He Chaozhi's villa? It won't be over until tomorrow.
"Why don't you wake me up? Aren't you afraid of delaying your business?"
"Nothing is as important as you. I want to see more of you." He Chaozhi's voice was low, elegant and gorgeous, sounding more affectionate than ever before.
Song Lan couldn't help but raise her beautiful eyes and looked at him for a while.
She knew that her seduction had worked.
The woman's bright red lips couldn't help but curl up in pleasure.
"Then let you see enough."
Song Lan took the initiative to hook He Chaozhi's long neck and kissed him.
An ambiguous atmosphere spreads throughout the car.
After lingering for a moment, Song Lan pushed He Chaozhi away, combed her messy long hair, and said seductively: "That's it for now, I still have to go to the magazine."
He Chaozhi still had some unfinished thoughts and narrowed his unfocused eyes, but he still helped Song Lan tidy up her clothes.
Arriving in front of KEO, when Song Lan opened the door and got out of the car, He Chaozhi hugged her from behind.
Song Lan: "Congratulations to Chaozhi?"
He Chaozhi did not move, sniffing the fragrance of her hair, and asked in a low voice: "Song Lan, have you noticed that you have become... more attractive these days?"
Song Lan smiled, covering up the coldness in his eyes, "Really? Then you must never fall in love with me, He Chaozhi, this is what we agreed before."
The man's figure paused slightly.
He quickly let go of her.
"Of course." He Chaozhi, who had regained his composure, pressed down the car window with a stern look on his face, "I won't knowingly do anything wrong."
Half a month later, Song Lan's new interview with Qin Sheng was released, and sales skyrocketed again, even leveling with this quarter's MC.
MC headquarters.
Han Zicheng browsed the financial statements, admiring them with his elegant brown eyes, and sighed: "Song Lan is really a born reporter. Looking at the industry, I have never seen a more unique colleague than her."
Fang Xueqi happened to come to deliver the documents.
Hearing Han Zicheng's words, she put down the document in dissatisfaction and crossed her arms.
"What kind of reporter is she? Didn't she get to where she is today just by relying on He Chaozhi and the connections you gave her? Cousin, why do you think she is better than me?"
Han Zicheng frowned and looked at the overconfident Fang Xueqi displeased.
Fang Xueqi actually has some talent in fashion, otherwise he wouldn't have let her stay in the fashion department for so long.
But compared with a journalist genius like Song Lan, Fang Xueqi's sense of smell, acuity and quotient are still far behind.
Han Zicheng stroked his forehead feebly: "Xue Qi, don't slander others like this. Song Lan's achievements are beyond your reach. Let's wait until you achieve them."
Fang Xueqi bit her lip, becoming increasingly unwilling.
How is she inferior to Song Lan!?
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Han Zicheng and Song Lan are not related, so why are they so optimistic about her?
Wait, could it be that Han Zicheng... likes Song Lan?
Fang Xueqi seemed to have discovered some big secret, and looked at Han Zicheng with wide eyes: "Cousin, you don't like Song Lan, do you?"
Han Zicheng's fair skin burned red instantly: "Nonsense, what are you talking about?"
"Isn't it, cousin, your face is turning red." Fang Xueqi looked at Han Zicheng curiously as if she had discovered some new species.
Han Zicheng grabbed the documents and was about to drive her out, but Fang Xueqi said with a smile: "Cousin, although I hate Song Lan, I don't mind letting her be my cousin. If you really like her, I can consider helping you pursue her.
Song Lan."
If Han Zicheng could be with Song Lan...
Then wouldn't she and He Chaozhi have a chance?
In the afternoon, Song Lan received a call from MC.
"Song Lan, Xueqi learned a lot during the exchange with your KEO, and her temperament has become much calmer. I have to thank you. When will your KEO send the exchange students over?"
Song Lan thought about the trouble Fang Xueqi made at KEO, and she twitched her lips but said nothing.
"I will send them over tomorrow. We have selected He Xiaoya and..."
"I hope you can come and study in person." Han Zicheng interrupted Song Lan.
Song Lan was stunned: "Why?"
"Song Lan, although it's not good to say this, our MC is indeed the number one in the industry. I think if you can come in person, the content you gain will help you KEO more and is more valuable than sending it to others." Han Zicheng analyzed seriously.
"..." Song Lan hesitated.
What Han Zicheng said was right, but she had chosen a good candidate.
And it’s inappropriate for a vice president to go to MC in person, right?
"No, I believe other employees are no less capable than me." Song Lan declined.
"Okay Song Lan, it seems I have to tell the truth."
Han Zicheng smiled helplessly: "Actually, it's because Xue Qi told me a lot of interesting things about you after she came back, which made me think you are a funny and capable person. I want to work with you for a while and learn from you.
There’s something that KEO doesn’t have, so you can come?”
Song Lan didn't want to agree, but Han Zicheng was too kind to refuse, so she had to say: "...Okay, I will go tomorrow."
Han Zicheng happily hung up the phone.
He Xiaoya has been promoted to team leader, so Song Lan can only cross out the name of another intern and take the position himself.
