Song Lan couldn't resist He Chaozhi's "kind invitation" and was forced to stay in the hospital, but only on the condition that He Chaozhi recovered.
He Chaozhi happily agreed.
Song Lan went to work as usual during the day. After get off work, he first visited his father and then went to the hospital to take care of He Chaozhi.
Running three times is very hard.
But fortunately, He Chaozhi had no special requirements. It was not troublesome to just let her peel the fruit and bring tea and water.
After getting off work, Song Lan passed by a porridge shop and bought a bowl of light pork rib porridge for He Chaozhi to drink.
Just as he was about to walk into the ward, he saw He Chaozhi with a computer placed on his chest and a Bluetooth headset on his head, concentrating on a video conference.
Even a light blue hospital gown could not hide the majestic and cold aura that emitted from his body when he was serious.
Song Lan consciously put the porridge on the table and sat on the sofa next to him to wait.
He Chaozhi didn't realize she was coming, so he spoke out the administrative instructions for the next quarter in a low voice with thin lips.
Song Lan looked at him and suddenly couldn't move his eyes away.
When she first got together with He Chaozhi, Song Lan was tempted, and even later, she was tempted again and again, and warned herself again and again not to be tempted.
A superior man like He Chaozhi is not lacking in love.
Shen Yingxue, Fang Xueqi, Su Huaqing... one after another came and went, and who did she mean?
"Song Lan, you're here."
He Chaozhi ended the meeting and looked up to see Song Lan sitting not far away, staring at him blankly.
Thin lips lifted up.
Song Lan realized that he was distracted, quickly looked away, and walked over with pork ribs porridge: "The meeting is over? Let's have some porridge."
Song Lan opened the packaging box and found the aroma of pork ribs and rice.
After He Chaozhi fell ill, his appetite was not very good. The He family asked the cook to cook in different ways, and the dishes they served were almost as good as a Man-Han banquet. He Chaozhi only moved a few times and then stopped eating.
At most, he could eat two more bites of the dishes cooked by Jiang Yurong herself.
But every time Song Lan brought food, He Chaozhi would eat every last drop.
The light white porridge seemed to have infinite flavor. He Chaozhi smiled and said: "As expected of you who made it yourself, everything is delicious."
Song Lan said sarcastically: "I bought this on the roadside."
He Chaozhi said seriously: "What you buy is more delicious than what others make."
Song Lan didn't block his compliment and laughed angrily.
Only the eyebrows and eyes were filled with a faint look of tiredness.
He Chaozhi put down the porridge bowl: "Are you tired from work?"
Song Lan held up his forehead: "A little bit."
Recently, Jun came to work on a big project. As a member of the project department, she worked overtime every day and visited nursing homes and hospitals at night.
Even my body, which is made of iron, cannot bear it.
He Chaozhi pointed to the vacant space next to his hospital bed: "Would you like to come up and sleep for a while?"
He Chaozhi's hospital bed is larger and more spacious than a single bed in an ordinary ward.
It's more than enough to sleep two people.
Song Lan declined: "No, I'll just rest on the sofa for a while. Remember to wake me up later. I still have a file to read."
Song Lan yawned, walked to the sofa, curled up her knees, and fell asleep.
The ward was peaceful and quiet, except for the ticking sound on the bedside, which was like the turning of a clock hand.
Song Lan opened her eyelids again, only to find that the bed beneath her was soft and she was covered with a quilt.
She rubbed her eyes sleepily and found He Chaozhi lying there not far away.
She actually slept on He Chaozhi's hospital bed.
Before he could figure out how he lay down, Song Lan was attracted by He Chaozhi's deep and peaceful sleeping face.
The man's facial features are superior, like carved ivory, with a high nose bridge and thin lips with delicate curvature. No woman can help but be attracted by him.
At this moment, he was sleeping next to her without any defense...
Song Lan watched with fascination, and every detail of the past relationship between the two flashed through his mind, including the scene at the wedding where they targeted each other and ruthlessly broke the contract.
Song Lan's heart felt like it was being pinched by a big hand, and she was so painful that she couldn't breathe.
"What are you thinking about? Your brows are furrowed so tightly?"
The man's deep, lazy voice suddenly came.
A long, slender, cold white hand smoothed Song Lan's tangled brows.
He Chaozhi held Song Lan's hand and said warmly: "Don't always have so much psychological burden. Just trust me, okay? As long as I'm here, the two of us will not lead to tragedy."
Song Lan met the man's eyes as dark as night, looked away, and quickly stood up from the bed.
"He Chaozhi, was it you who carried me up?"
He Chaozhi rested his head on his elbow and looked at her with a smile: "I'm afraid you'll catch a cold while sleeping on the sofa."
Song Lan said indifferently: "There is no need to do this. I am just here to take care of you. When you recover, I will leave naturally."
She turned her back and walked out of bed: "Stop wasting your time on me, He Chaozhi. The two of us have very different identities and are worlds apart. We are destined to be together."
The curve at the corner of He Chaozhi's mouth faded away. He sat up and looked at Song Lan's back persistently: "I will solve these problems. There is no barrier between the two of us."
"That's just you being sentimental and naive to think so!"
Song Lan took a deep breath, turned around and glared at He Chaozhi with complicated eyebrows and disgust.
"Are you blind? You can't see that I have been using you before? My feelings for you have been used from beginning to end, without a trace of true love. He Chaozhi, don't you think you are ridiculous for being tempted by such a woman?
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Song Lan was suddenly excited, her face turned pale, and her weak body was crumbling.
He Chaozhi was afraid that she would hurt herself due to her unstable mood, so he rushed over and hugged her.
"Calm down Song Lan, I know your purpose, I know everything, but I don't care. Song Lan believes me, it's enough that I love you."
"He Chaozhi, you are a madman, you are simply a madman..." Song Lan was forced to collapse by him, and she hugged her face incoherently.
He Chaozhi didn't say a word, he just held her and comforted her.
After a while, Song Lan calmed down.
She wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, pushed He Chaozhi away coldly, and said sharply: "He Chaozhi, don't try, I won't be tempted by you, let you go and let me go, okay?"
"How do you want me to give up now? From that watch on, we can't go back."
He Chaozhi stared at her and said calmly: "I will never give up on you. Even if you fall in love with someone else and have a child with someone else, I will never give up. Song Lan, you should have been prepared to be entangled with me for the rest of your life."
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"He Chaozhi, you——" Song Lan was so desperate that he couldn't say a word.
He Chaozhi smiled.
He pulled Song Lan into his arms again, caressed the back of her head, and said softly: "Believe me, we will definitely be together."
I don't know how long it took before the woman in my arms let out a weak sigh.
"...I will consider it. Let me go first, He Chaozhi."
