Lin Xiao has always been a cunning old fox who is always good at comforting people.
Song Lan was speechless and understood that this was the decision of all KEO shareholders and that he could not reverse the situation.
Without saying a word, she took off her work ID card with the position of vice president on her chest, placed it on Lin Xiao's desk, and left without looking back.
No longer the vice president, Song Lan also lost his dedicated office.
She lowered her eyes and packed her things in the office, preparing to move to the common area, when she received an unknown call.
"Song Lan, long time no see. Come to He's house now." He Mingchuan's cold and majestic voice came from the mobile phone.
Before Song Lan could answer, He Mingzhuan hung up.
Song Lan put down her phone, touched the new ordinary employee's work permit twice with her fingertips, put down the documents, and walked out.
He family villa.
The living room was filled with the strong fragrance of tea. He Mingchuan was sitting at the main seat, holding a tea cup and drinking it carelessly, without even looking at the woman who walked in.
"Song Lan, why did you promise me three months ago that you would become the president in three months? But now... you have failed miserably."
He Mingchuan chuckled: "If you fail to keep your promise, you should pay the price of deceiving me."
Song Lan's eyebrows trembled imperceptibly, knowing that He Mingchuan already knew about his demotion.
"The He family's eyesight is really good. I was deprived of the title of vice president half an hour ago, and Mr. He found out so quickly."
He Mingchuan frowned: "I asked you here not to gossip. Tell me, when do you plan to leave Chaozhi, tomorrow or now?"
Song Lan twitched the corner of her mouth.
I feel that He Mingchuan is really kind.
I can actually keep myself until tomorrow.
"Three months have not come yet. There is still one week left. One day or one minute less is not the end. I wonder which country Mr. He is living in. It is over so soon?"
"Song Lan, do you really think you can turn around in a week? As a loser, you can speak in front of me because I am giving you a favor, but you dare to speak arrogantly?"
He Mingchuan placed the tea cup heavily on the table and snorted coldly.
The servants in the entire He family were silent, and the temperature in the living room was as cold as freezing point.
Only Song Lan remained as calm as ever, with an indifferent expression, without any change.
He Mingchuan suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Song Lan, this is the last chance I give you. Don't be stubborn. To be honest, I despise women like you. As the father of Chaozhi,
, I don’t like you either. Even if you really complete the three-month agreement, I may not let you be with Chaozhi, let alone now?"
"You either have to get out now, or even if the three months are up, I will still have a way to expel you from Night City. Do you believe it?"
He Mingzhuan exudes a compelling majesty all over his body.
Song Lan remained motionless and said coldly: "I know Mr. He looks down on me, but I still say that I am the only woman who is most suitable for He Chaozhi."
"What a loud tone!"
He Mingchuan took out a photo and took it on the table: "In the near future, Chao Zhi will go on a blind date with her. This is the daughter of the He family's big client abroad. She is a veritable daughter of a wealthy family. In terms of family background and character, she is better than you."
He is a lot taller, how dare you say that you are the most suitable person for Chao Zhi? If you really love Chao Zhi, you should let him go and let him be with someone better!"
Song Lan's foggy eyes were as if she was looking at the photo.
She is indeed a very beautiful young lady, but Song Lan remained expressionless: "I told you, I won't leave."
"Here comes someone."
The congratulatory messenger called his secretary, doubled the check that Song Lan didn't ask for last time, and handed it to Song Lan.
"The money in this check is enough for you to live a carefree life for three lifetimes. Song Lan, accept it as soon as you see fit."
Song Lan lowered his eyes and stared at the numbers on it quietly.
This much money is enough to buy dozens of KEOs and send her father to the best hospitals abroad for treatment, so that she no longer has to worry about money in her life.
But is what she wants really money?
"No need, Uncle He." Song Lan calmly returned the check intact.
"I will never leave He Chaozhi even if I die. Even if you give me the entire He family, I will not be moved."
"you--"
He Chaozhi had indeed never seen such a tough-minded person.
He laughed angrily, slapped the armrest, and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I really underestimated you. It seems that your ambition is not just the money. Since you choose to go against my congratulations, then...
Be prepared to pay the price - Song Lan, your future life will not be peaceful, just wait and see."
The congratulations were spread and the hands were raised: "Send off guests!"
Song Lan was kicked out of the He family.
Looking at the door of He's family slowly closing in front of him, Song Lan's thin figure was like a piece of paper in the wind, pale and weak.
She said nothing, turned around, and walked calmly on her way home.
I didn't call He Chaozhi to complain, nor did I cry bitterly.
She, Song Lan, is the Song family's only hope now. Even if she dies, she will not bow to the He family.
Even if he died, he would drag the He family with him to hell.
A few days later, He Chaozhi made an appointment to meet at the hotel.
Song Lan walked into the room. He Chaozhi had just finished taking a shower and picked up Song Lan.
Song Lan grabbed his hand hanging on the button of her clothes: "Wait a minute, I haven't showered yet."
He Chaozhi remained silent, lying on her body, kissing her white and tender neck, and breathing in the fragrance of her body.
"It's okay. I know you love to be clean. You smell so good and you're not dirty at all."
Song Lan's hand gently dropped down, and finally hugged He Chaozhi silently, letting him attack him.
He Chaozhi hadn't touched Song Lan for a while. The two of them were very thirsty, so they started a fire and the fire continued until late at night.
When it was almost over, Song Lanlei could hardly open his eyes, but he still pinched He Chaozhi's wrist.
"...No, you'll get pregnant."
He Chaozhi lifted her chin and kissed her. Even though he spent most of the night, there was still strong lust in his eyes.
"It's okay to be pregnant. It's time for me to start a family and start a business. If I get pregnant, I'll have a baby and I'll take care of it."
Song Lan was already drowsy, but was awakened by his words. She bit her lips and pushed him away in panic.
"I don't want to get pregnant, get out, get out quickly!"
Song Lan scratched and scratched, and He Chaozhi finally had to end it in a panic.
He still hadn't finished his thoughts. He remembered Song Lan saying that he didn't want to get pregnant, and he pulled her up with a dark face: "Song Lan, I have wronged you by letting you carry my child. Are you so unwilling to give birth to me?"
Song Lan was so trapped in his hand that she fell over, her crumbling body covered with ambiguous red marks.
The little face drooped softly, like a broken rag doll.
"He Chaozhi, I still have to work and go to work. If I'm pregnant, I can't work, so I can't..."
She cannot get pregnant.
Especially not being able to conceive He Chaozhi's child.
