After simply taking the medicine, Han Zicheng went back to work.
After get off work in the evening, Han Zicheng came to Song Lan's new office and invited her to have dinner with her after get off work.
Song Lan was still busy with the matter at hand: "No, let's do it next time."
Han Zicheng stood in front of the door and refused to leave. His voice was very measured and neither serious nor light: "Don't get me wrong, this time I mainly want to apologize for how Joey hurt you last time, even though Joey is the business manager of Offee Magazine.
Spy, but it was our MC who didn’t check the recruitment clearly that made you hurt. He Xiaoya and Xue Qi will also be together, not just the two of us."
Song Lan thought about the incident not long ago when she and Han Zicheng were eating alone and were photographed together to try and beat them up.
If He Xiaoya and Fang Xueqi were both here...she would indeed have no excuse to shirk.
"Okay then." Song Lan closed the computer and agreed.
Four people came to a hotel for dinner.
During the meal, Song Lan sat next to Han Zicheng. Han Zicheng took care of every detail and took care of him extremely thoughtfully and properly.
Even Han Zi Chengdu personally helped her iron the bowls and chopsticks, pour juice, put tablecloths and other small things...
Song Lan was independent since childhood and followed He Chaozhi, but He Chaozhi was not that careful.
Not to mention that I would not condescend to do such a small thing for a woman.
Therefore, Han Zicheng's approach made it difficult for Song Lan to adapt.
"Well, Zicheng...you don't have to be so nice to me. I can do such small things myself."
Last time, it was because Han Zicheng helped her peel crabs with his own hands that made He Chaozhi jealous and angry.
Han Zicheng was stunned for a moment, and his gentle, jade-like eyes narrowed into a smile: "It's all a matter of effort. I'm used to taking care of the people around me, so don't take it to heart."
Song Lan could only pretend that she was overthinking.
Halfway through the meal, Fang Xueqi suddenly rushed to the door and clapped her hands: "Are you ready? Come in."
Song Lan raised his head and saw a waiter walking in pushing a trolley.
On the cart is an eight-inch delicate cream cake.
Fang Xueqi looked at Song Lan, raised her chin, and said with a smile: "Song Lan, my cousin ordered this specially for you. Try it quickly, it's delicious. The Western pastry in this hotel is outstanding.
Cousin, are you right?"
Han Zicheng didn't expect that Fang Xueqi had prepared a cake, and was stunned.
At this point, Song Lan had already seen the situation clearly.
...It turns out that Fang Xueqi's sudden show of kindness to her, including tonight's dinner, was all to bring herself and Han Zicheng together.
Song Lan gently tugged her lips, she elegantly covered the corners of her mouth with a tissue, put down her chopsticks, and looked at Han Zicheng and Fang Xueqi with calm eyes like snow.
"Mr. Han, Miss Fang, I don't know what you misunderstood, but I'm sorry, I already have a boyfriend. Thank you, Mr. Han, for your appreciation, but we can only be friends."
"..." Unexpectedly, Song Lan would refuse so directly. Fang Xueqi's smile froze on her face.
The box was quiet for a while and only the sound of breathing could be heard.
Han Zicheng lowered his eyes, covering up the embarrassment and loss in his eyes, while smiling to smooth things over: "Xueqi, don't misunderstand us, Song Lan and I are just friends. Song Lan, Xueqi just wants to give you this cake to welcome you, there is nothing else
You don’t have to be rigid about your ideas.”
Song Lan's tense thin shoulders relaxed instantly.
"That's great. Thank you, Mr. Han, Miss Fang."
Song Lan referred to himself as Mr. Han and no longer called him Zicheng, which made Han Zicheng a little disappointed.
The originally harmonious atmosphere was inexplicably depressed because of the appearance of this cake.
Fang Xueqi lowered her head while mashing the food in her bowl, her lips drawn to the Pacific Ocean.
Who is she, Song Lan, who dares to refuse her advances and her cousin's advances?
absurd!
The more Fang Xueqi thought about it, the angrier she became, and her thoughts uncontrollably went to the other extreme——
Since Song Lan doesn't accept it, then she'll just have to cook it. By then, if she doesn't want to accept it, she has to accept it!
Fang Xueqi raised the corners of her mouth wickedly.
…
After working in MC for a few days, Song Lan benefited a lot.
A big company deserves to be a big company. Song Lan recorded all the ideas she learned in a small notebook. When her father woke up and she took back KEO, she could work with her father to run the Song family newspaper again.
The business is bigger and better than before!
Song Lan was in a good mood. When she got off work, Fang Xueqi asked everyone to go to KTV together: "Song Lan, will you go too?"
Song Lan was busy using the limited time to learn more, and declined: "No, I won't go, you just have fun."
Fang Xueqi's face darkened slightly.
He Xiaoya came over. The people at MC were very nice to her and not exclusive at all. So in just three or two days, He Xiaoya got along better with the people here than her colleagues at KEO.
"Sister Lan, let's go together. I want to go too, just think of it as a way to relax, okay?"
Song Lan wanted to refuse again, but He Xiaoya had a clingy personality and dragged Song Lan away.
In the box.
He Xiaoya was singing karaoke excitedly with her colleagues, and Song Lan was sitting in the corner with her eyes closed, thinking about how to innovate the KEO journal next month.
When she wasn't paying attention, Fang Xueqi secretly sprinkled a packet of white powder into her cocktail glass, stirred it evenly with a hint of a triumphant smile in her eyes.
"Let's see how you hide this time. Song Lan, just accept your fate. You can be my cousin-in-law, which is great. Don't thank me then."
When Song Lan opened her eyes, Fang Xueqi happened to finish stirring and ran away.
The powdered wine was as clear and clear as ever. Song Lan didn't notice any changes and was about to pick it up and take a sip when He Xiaoya came over sweating profusely after finishing her song.
"Sister Lan, why don't you go up and sing?"
Song Lan put down the wine glass: "I can't stand it anymore. My throat has been inflamed for the past two days and I feel uncomfortable."
"That's a pity. Sister Lan, your voice is so good, you can definitely knock them down." He Xiaoya was thirsty when she sang. Seeing that Song Lan's wine glass was still full, she said with a smile: "Sister Lan,
Can I drink this wine? I’ve finished my drink and I’m too lazy to pour it.”
"It's okay, just drink." Song Lan said softly.
He Xiaoya said thank you, drank the wine in a few words, and wiped her mouth: "Why do I think this wine tastes weird and a bit bitter?"
Song Lan said casually: "Maybe the alcohol concentration is too high. Drink less to avoid getting drunk."
"I know, Sister Lan." He Xiaoya rested for a while and then ran to sing again.
Fang Xueqi took the medicine and ran out the door, but did not see He Xiaoya drink the glass of wine.
She secretly called Han Zicheng: "Cousin, I have done you a big favor. Don't thank me too much later. I just gave Song Lan medicine and she will have an attack soon. The room number is 3015. Remember
Go, don't let others get it!"
After hanging up the phone, Fang Xueqi ran back to the box, took out a room card and handed it to Song Lan.
"Song Lan, I remember that you are in bad health. You must be tired from bringing you here to sing. There is a hotel upstairs of this KTV. You go up and rest for a while. When He Xiaoya is satisfied with singing, you can come down again.
