Song Lan didn't expect that Vera Song, who had always been arrogant before, would suddenly appear and kneel down to He Chaozhi. She was startled, pulled He Chaozhi's arm, and moved aside to avoid Vera Song's gift, "Miss Song,
What are you doing?"
Song Lan glanced around. She had enough reasons to suspect that Vera Song did it on purpose. Maybe she had hidden entertainment records somewhere. She was an insider in the industry and knew best how some outdated artists wanted to increase their income.
How hot can it be?
"He Chaozhi, be careful. Even if KEO is guarding the public opinion spotlight for you, don't underestimate the pens of those colleagues," Song Lan whispered.
He Chaozhi raised his eyebrows at Song Lan but said nothing. He put his arm around Song Lan's shoulders, and there was no other movement between the two parties for a while.
"Miss Song, EXO and MC, as well as the He Family Public Relations Department, will never let this scene appear on the headlines of any media in Night City. I advise you to get up quickly and go back to sober up." Song Lan
Staring at the top of Vera Song's head, seeing her pitiful and delicate posture, she was a little speechless.
A passerby secretly took out his mobile phone outside the door, looking like he was preparing to take a secret photo. Song Lan reached out to pry away He Chaozhi's hand, walked to the door in a few steps, and closed the door with a "bang".
"Since Miss Song won't leave, we will have to ask others to ask you to leave." He Chaozhi took out his cell phone and dialed someone unknown.
When Vera Song raised her head, she caught a glimpse of the closed box door from the corner of her eye. She felt resentful in her heart. She lowered her face to beg for congratulations. It was intentional and forced.
"Mr. He, I can only survive now by accepting orders from online store models. Life is not easy. Please be kind to He Chaozhi and stop blocking me." Song Vera changed her posture, buried her head and kowtowed in the direction of He Chaozhi.
He Chaozhi didn't like being kidnapped by others' morals. He took a step forward and hid to the side. He had no merit and no reward. Moreover, he was disgusted by the behavior of others who kowtowed and begged for mercy.
"Lan Lan, come here." He Chaozhi waved to Song Lan. Song Lan walked around Song Weila and obediently put his hand into He Chaozhi's palm. He Chaozhi curled his lips with a devilish smile before his eyes fell lazily on Song Weila's face.
superior.
"Miss Song, I, He Chaozhi, am not so leisurely. I want to cut off my career path for a has-been actress. Why don't you find someone to inquire about it? Maybe you were too arrogant in the past and offended other people." He Chaozhi hugged Song Lan from behind.
, resting his chin on the top of her hair, looking down at Song Weila with a half-smile.
It was obvious that she was mocking, but Song Weila was surprisingly not angry. Her tight lip line slowly loosened. Who else had she offended besides He Chaozhi? There must be many, right? She really couldn't remember.
"Mr. He, please, can you give me a way out? My family... my father is seriously ill, so he relies on me to maintain treatment." Vera Song slowly lowered her head. This was how she lowered her face tonight.
, the purpose of kneeling down to beg He Chaozhi.
Her father was diagnosed with a terminal illness a week ago, and all her savings were spent on treatment expenses. Now, forces out of nowhere are suppressing her. She has no choice but to linger and beg He Chaozhi to help him if he can give her another way to live.
Even better.
Song Lan didn't expect that Song Weila was lying down today because of her father's illness. Because she suddenly remembered her father who was still in the nursing home, Song Lan's always vigilant heart was slightly moved.
"What disease does your father... have?" Song Lan glanced at Song Weila, with some complicated emotions in his eyes.
Song Weila tried hard to control her sobs and said with choked sobs: "Leukemia."
Song Lan turned to look at He Chaozhi. He Chaozhi closed his eyes slightly and rubbed his temples, "I heard that you slept with several big directors in the entertainment industry to raise money for medicine. Tsk, although I don't agree with your method, but look
Because of your filial piety, I happen to have a movie under my banner, which features a fourth-level villain female supporting role. You go to Tianyu Entertainment Company tomorrow and find Mr. Zhang of the project department and tell him that it was me."
In fact, He Chaozhi was not a soft-hearted person. He thought he was ruthless, but when Song Weila mentioned her sick father, he understood that Song Weila wanted to take advantage of her father's illness to gain sympathy in front of Song Lan.
"Chaozhi, will this embarrass you?" Song Lan understood that He Chaozhi gave Song Wei a way out just because of her temporary sympathy.
A smile slowly emerged from the corner of He Chaozhi's mouth, he kissed Song Lan on the face, lowered his head and hugged her, and asked: "Are you happy?"
Song Lan felt the warm breath on her neck, and her face flushed unnaturally. She turned her head and saw Song Weila getting up silently, and gently closing the door when she left. She couldn't help but sigh, and there was a thread.
The feeling of a big star falling from heaven to hell is enough for her to taste, right?
"What are you thinking about?" He Chaozhi patted her shoulder gently, staring at her fair neck, and couldn't help but swallow. He seemed to be hungry suddenly.
Song Lan's thoughts were very calm. She looked away. Her neck was itching with the heat. She couldn't help but scratch it gently, but her soft hand was held in the palm of He Chaozhi. "I didn't think about anything, I just sighed.
Things are just unpredictable.”
He Chaozhi was noncommittal about Song Lan's insights, and changed the topic with a meaningful smile, "So, Miss Song, would you like to consider going to my house tonight? I can discuss your insights on life with you."
He and Song Lan had just gotten back together. There were some things that he couldn't be too anxious about, so he decided to take things step by step, except for oral sex, of course.
Sure enough, Song Lan's face turned red. She gently took out her palm and pushed He Chaozhi's head away from her shoulder. "I want to go back to my apartment tonight. I still have a lot of things to do."
When it comes to KEO, Song Lan is no longer excited at all. She has just become the president not long ago, and although she has many elite soldiers under her, she has not yet fully adapted to the work of the publishing house.
Remembering that the intern asked her cautiously yesterday but she didn't give a satisfactory answer, Song Lan suddenly felt a little bad.
"Ouch, it seems I have to stay alone in the empty room again tonight." He Chaozhi teased Song Lan with a smile in his eyes, looking at her unable to help laughing, he lowered his head and tasted the delicious red lips again.
After a satisfying meal, Song Lan felt much better. The two left the hot pot restaurant hand in hand and were about to get in the car when something suddenly ran over under their feet.
Song Lan looked down and saw a stumbling little raccoon cat, "Hey, why is it so small?"
He Chaozhi knelt down, pinched the back of the little civet cat's neck, lifted it up and looked around, and then said with certainty: "It's probably not long since it was born, and its eyes haven't fully opened yet!"
