He Chaozhi's figure froze slightly, standing on the spot, his lowered hands clenched into fists.
This woman, doesn't she even want to explain?
Su Huaqing had been watching the fire from the other side, and she felt happy when she saw that Song Lan offended He Chaozhi without thinking.
He quickly stroked his bun, exuding a timid and charming look, and applied it like a dog-skin plaster.
"Mr. He, don't be angry. Some women have restless tempers. They can't take it back. They just go wild outside. Why do you care about her? You are the famous Young Master He in Night City. As long as you are willing, what can you do?
Such women can come just as soon as you beckon, including me..."
Su Huaqing talked in a roundabout way for a long time, and finally brought the topic back to himself.
I was so shy that I wanted to offer myself a pillow seat.
At this time, Qin Sheng came over with a gloomy face: "Su Huaqing, why are you here again? You are the heroine. If you don't go on stage for an interview, are you wasting your time here? All the reporters are waiting for you now. You are so big.
shelf."
Qin Sheng has this kind of character. He is kind and pampering to those he likes, but he is rude to those he doesn't like and scolds when necessary.
Although Su Huaqing is the heroine, her relationship with Qin Sheng is not pleasant.
Among the entire crew, she was scolded by Qin Sheng the most.
When Su Huaqing saw Qin Sheng, his face turned green as if he had eaten a fly.
"Young Master He, Young Master He, I want to be with you..."
Su Huaqing twisted and stretched out two fingers to pinch He Chaozhi's sleeves.
It was not easy for her to spend time with He Chaozhi, so she was reluctant to leave.
Qin Sheng's face turned livid with anger.
He Chaozhi raised his hand and raised it impatiently: "Director Qin asked you to go, so go quickly. The company favors you to repay the company, not to make you show off to Qiao. You must always remember your female star.
Your identity, don’t embarrass the He family and me."
Su Huaqing became more honest after being trained, and left with Qin Sheng aggrievedly.
After Su Huaqing left, the atmosphere was indeed much cleaner.
He Chaozhi came to the corridor, picked out a mint-popped cigarette with his long fingers and wanted to smoke it. Holding the cigarette between his thin lips, he suddenly thought of the scent that Song Lan left behind just now.
Like orchid and like musk deer, it is quiet and cold, inexplicably, it makes people feel itchy.
He Chaozhi tugged at his collar irritably, his eyes dark.
Since breaking up with Song Lan, he has not touched a woman again. Every time he dreams about it at midnight, his pillow is filled with her lingering fragrance.
He Chaozhi cursed in a low voice, took out the cigarette from his mouth and threw it into the waste basket, then strode towards the direction Song Lan left.
He was still unwilling.
He still wanted to find that woman and ask for answers.
How is he inferior to Jun Zetian?
…
Jun Zetian came out of the bathroom, and the suit on his chest had been wiped clean.
He looked at Song Lan who was guarding the door and was quite surprised: "Why don't you go to the infield? Why are you waiting for me here?"
Song Lan lowered her eyebrows, revealing a section of her slender neck: "Mr. Jun, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable and want to go back and rest first."
Jun Zetian looked at her red wrist, and thought of He Chaozhi whom he had just seen in the field, and guessed that she was probably being pestered by He Chaozhi again.
Then he nodded and said, "Okay, then you can go back first."
"Mr. Jun is here alone, are you okay?"
"It doesn't matter, I'll call the secretary over."
Seeing that Jun Zetian had made all arrangements, Song Lan left with peace of mind.
She walked absentmindedly on the road. When crossing the road, her wrists came into contact with the cold air and felt a stinging pain.
Song Lan lowered his eyes and looked at the red wrist pinched by He Chaozhi, twitching the corner of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner, planning to go back and apply some medicine.
But he didn't realize that on the other side of the road, a car that ran a red light was approaching at high speed——
"careful!"
The man's frightened roar came from behind.
Song Lan didn't react to anything. She only felt a bright light blurring her vision, and she was thrown heavily to the ground.
When Song Lan stood up holding her head, she saw He Chaozhi, wearing a gray coat, lying quietly not far away, motionless.
It was He Chaozhi who saved her!
Song Lan suddenly understood everything and rushed over screaming: "He Chaozhi, He Chaozhi, wake up!"
Half an hour later, He Chaozhi was rushed to the hospital for surgery.
When He Mingchuan heard that his son had an accident, he immediately terminated the meeting and rushed to the hospital with Jiang Yurong.
Outside the operating room door, Song Lan's hands were stained with blood, all of which were He Chaozhi's blood.
She stood against the wall in despair, her figure curled up and her face pale, like a lonely ghost.
"What on earth is going on? Why did Chaozhi get hit by a car when he was doing well!"
He Mingchuan angrily questioned He Chaozhi's personal secretary, Zhou Qu.
Zhou Qu was also sweating profusely: "It happened suddenly. Young Master He suddenly rushed towards Miss Song. We didn't react, so Young Master He was hit by a car."
"So, Chao Zhi was hit by a car, and it was all because of you!"
He Mingchuan turned his head suddenly and glared at Song Lan fiercely with a pair of eagle eyes.
I wish I could eat her flesh and drink her blood!
Zhou Qu stepped forward and explained: "Sir, it is not entirely Miss Song's fault."
Jiang Yurong also said nervously: "Famous biography, Song Lan didn't mean it..."
But He Mingchuan still slapped Song Lan hard on the face.
The corridor was silent. Jiang Yurong's eyes widened and she covered her mouth with a handkerchief. She was so heartbroken that she could hardly breathe.
Song Lan was hit by this slap and his head was turned away. His already weak body was shaken.
She stood firm against the wall, with bright red blood oozing from the corners of her broken mouth.
She calmly raised her head, looked directly at He Mingzhuan, and stretched out her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"If Mr. He wants to fight, just fight him. He Chaozhi was injured because he was trying to save me. This is what I owe him. If he hits me, I will feel better."
He Mingchuan sneered: "Do you think that if I slap you, this matter will be over? Don't even think about it!"
"Chaozhi is the only heir to our He family. If there is even the slightest mistake because of you, I will take your life!"
He Chaozhi's roar shocked half of the people in the hospital.
Song Lan just smiled bitterly.
He Chaozhi is the heir whom the He family has devoted all their efforts to cultivate over the years. His status is unusual and noble. It is natural that He Chaozhi's name has become so popular.
Song Lan slowly lowered his eyelids and said in a tired voice: "If He Chaozhi is really dead, I will dig a hole and bury myself without you telling me, so as not to disturb your eyes."
Jiang Yurong couldn't bear to hear any more, so she quickly stepped forward and cautiously persuaded: "Mingzhuan, let's see how Chao Zhi is doing first. The first priority is to make sure Chao Zhi is fine!"
She has followed He Mingchuan for so many years, how could she not know He Mingchuan's temperament.
If something really happened to He Chaozhi, her daughter Song Lan would have to be buried with her!
Jiang Yurong was so anxious that she shed worried tears.
Not only to congratulate Chaozhi, but also to worry about Song Lan.
"You'd better remember what you said." He Mingchuan gave Song Lan a cold look, with no warmth in his eyes.
The door of the operating room opened and He Chaozhi was pushed out.
He Mingchuan rushed forward: "Doctor, how is my son!?"
