She tried to shake off He Chaozhi's hand and leave.
He Chaozhi's eyes were stung by Jun Zetian's hand touching her.
He pulled Song Lan back fiercely and pinched Song Lan's thin shoulders: "It's better to cling to others than cling to me directly. Don't you know me well? Why are you still staying in the Jun family? Come back with me now!"
He pinched Song Lan with such force that it hurt.
Song Lan let out a low cry, a hint of pain flashed across her beautiful face, and gritted her teeth and said: "He Chaozhi, you hurt me, let me go!"
Hearing her complain about pain, He Chaozhi quickly let go of his hand, and as expected, Song Lan's wrist was already covered with his fingerprints.
Jun Zetian couldn't bear it and stood up, pushed He Chaozhi away, and blocked Song Lan with his tall body.
"He Chaozhi, no matter how crazy you are, you have to have a limit. If Song Lan offends you, it's enough for you to push her to the point where she has no way out. Didn't you already know her plan? It was you who jumped into the trap willingly.
It ended up like this, you are not unjust!"
"Jun Zetian, what qualifications do you have to interfere in the affairs between me and her?" He Chaozhi raised his fierce gaze and asked with a sneer.
"I'm not qualified."
Jun Zetian took two hard breaths and said with a cold face: "But Song Lan is now the person that my Jun family wants to protect. If you want to congratulate Chaozhi, you must first ask my Jun family if they are willing. This is not your congratulation."
Home is not the place where you, He Chaozhi, act recklessly. You are in my Jun clan and you are touching my Jun clan’s people. Are you planning to let He and Jun’s family break off their relationship from now on!?”
The He family and the Jun family, the two oldest families in Night City, have always had business contacts.
During the New Year and holidays, greetings and visits are also indispensable.
The He family is the only one in Ye City, but the Jun family should not be underestimated. Only by uniting the two families can they balance Ye City.
He Chaozhi pursed his thin lips in silence.
He stared at Song Lan silently, his eyes showing vulnerability and sadness for a moment, which soon disappeared.
He asked hoarsely in a low voice: "Song Lan, let me ask you again, are you really not going to go back with me?"
The man's eyes were dark and his jaw was tense, looking forward to her answer.
Song Lan was touched by the hurt in his eyes, she gritted her teeth and looked away.
It's not like they didn't have tender love, but it just disappeared with hatred and entanglement.
"Mr. Jun."
Song Lan adjusted his breathing, stopped looking at He Chaozhi, and spoke to Junze Tiandao calmly.
"I want to have a few words with He Chaozhi alone, is that okay?"
Jun Zetian hesitated for a moment.
Finally nodded: "Be careful yourself."
Song Lan lowered his eyes and led He Chaozhi to the deserted tea room.
After closing the door, the enclosed space sealed their breath.
She quietly made tea, feeling in a trance for a while, as if she had gone back to the past, when he had not yet seen through the truth.
"He Chaozhi...didn't you also say that in the church that day, you don't want to marry me, and I don't want to marry you. We said the same thing, have you forgotten?"
He Chaozhi suppressed the excitement in his eyes and took a step forward: "That was because I was blinded by hatred. I regret it now..."
"There is no regret medicine in the world. Let's just go here, okay?"
Song Lan raised his head and handed a cup of tea to He Chaozhi.
Bitter tea leaves and unfiltered astringent tea are her true colors.
She is neither coffee nor milk, she is just a cup of strong, bitter tea. She no longer wants to pretend to be a gentle and gentle woman for He Chaozhi.
"We can't go back." Song Lan said calmly.
He Chaozhi stared at her deeply, took the cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp: "Are you in love with Jun Zetian?"
Song Lan felt ridiculous: "He is just my boss and my benefactor. I just want to work hard to repay him. How could I fall in love with him?"
"Then why would you rather stay with him than come back?"
He Chaozhi's eyes were slightly red and his voice was low: "If you want to open a magazine, I can continue to make you the president. If you want to work in He's, I can also let you airborne as a supervisor. Your father's medical expenses will be paid.
I can have sex for a hundred years at a time, what do you want from me Song Lan? Tell me, what do you want me to do so that you can come back to me?"
Song Lan was silent for a while: "No, even if you give me one billion or ten billion, I won't go back."
"Why?" He Chaozhi couldn't help but take a step forward.
Hoarse voice.
"I regret it, Song Lan, give me another chance, okay?"
"There is no chance. There is no possibility for the two of us anymore. Let's give up, He Chaozhi."
Song Lan shook his head and coldly rejected He Chaozhi.
From the very beginning, her purpose in approaching He Chaozhi was impure, and this impure relationship had consumed too much of her energy.
She finally got rid of it and didn't want to go back, deceiving herself and others into being a "liar".
She would rather have a little pain than feel uneasy and compromise.
"I should go to work, He Chaozhi, goodbye... no." Song Lan paused and said softly: "I hope we will never see each other again."
Song Lan opened the door and left decisively.
The door of the tea room shook back and forth a few times, blurring the lonely figure of the man.
The next day.
Song Lan came to the office as usual, but found a large bouquet of fresh roses on the table.
She had a bad feeling, so she walked over and opened the card embedded in the flower, and sneered.
"He Chaozhi..."
It was really a gift from He Chaozhi.
He doesn't think that giving her roses can change her mind, right?
Song Lan grabbed a large handful of roses, intending to throw them into the trash can, but found that the roses were in good condition. After checking online, she found out that they were Louis XIV roses that cost several hundred dollars each.
Flowers are innocent, not to mention that the person who grew them has worked so hard, so she shouldn't waste them.
After thinking about it, Song Lan distributed the flowers to his colleagues in the office: "I'm allergic to pollen and can't grow flowers, so everyone should treat it as a favor and share it with me."
Song Lan told a kind lie. She was not allergic to pollen, but simply didn't want He Chaozhi's roses.
Colleagues all recognized that this was the precious rose variety Louis XIV, and excitedly took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
After a while, a large bouquet of hundreds of roses was distributed.
Song Lan breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down at his workstation to start working.
The next day, the third day... roses were delivered to my door every day.
As soon as Song Lan went to work, she received the freshest roses just shipped by air.
She forced herself to send it to her colleagues, and her hands were sore.
After handing out the roses again, Song Lan walked into the bathroom thoughtfully, wondering if it was necessary to warn He Chaoyi not to give them anymore.
"Have you ever seen Song Lan look like that? His tail is about to reach the sky. Who doesn't have a boyfriend? Showing off the roses he got in the office every day, who are you looking down on?"
A woman's sarcastic voice came from the direction of the sink.
