"You kid, how many times have I told you that the person you should deal with is He Chaozhi. Now that you have this time, you should trap He Chaozhi more firmly and make him become your subordinate and deputy director.
So what, can we leverage the He family?"
"No, aunt."
Song Lan's drunken smile cooled down a little under Song Zi's words.
She frowned and explained softly, "KEO is my father's hard work for many years. I do this because I don't want my father's hard work to fall into the hands of others."
"What do you want me to say about you?"
Song Zi sighed and sat next to Song Lan.
"Who did KEO fall into the hands of others? It wasn't the He family or that woman! Our top priority is revenge. After so many years of keeping a low profile, we have run out of time. Lan Lan, will my aunt harm you?"
"……Won't."
"Yes, then just listen to your aunt. Anyway, you have already become the deputy director. Put your work aside and talk to He Chaozhi first..."
Song Lan's cell phone rang suddenly.
Song Zi caught a glimpse of the call from He Chaozhi and urged, "It's He Chaozhi calling, pick it up quickly."
Song Lan answered, and He Chaozhi's casual and thin voice came.
"Where?"
Song Lan glanced at Song Zi and said, "I'm at home."
"Then I'll pick you up."
"No -" Song Lan was afraid that the lie would be exposed, so she pursed her lips and said, "What's the matter with you?"
He Chaozhi thought the woman was hesitating because she was tired from work, and chuckled.
"I know you have captured Liu De and been promoted to deputy director. There is no way you won't have time to see me tonight. I'm going to pick you up now. Get ready."
Before Song Lan could answer the call, the phone hung up.
Song Zi immediately said, "Go back quickly and see He Chaozhi. Don't let him find you here."
Song Lan stood up amidst Song Zi's urging. She only had time to look at Song's father before she was sent out of the nursing home by Song Zi.
The night is dark.
Song Zi's figure stood in the shadow of the corridor of the nursing home, her face blurred.
"Lan Lan, remember what I told you, your father and I only have you, please... don't let us down."
Song Lan paused, then quickened his pace and got into the car.
She took a shortcut home and had just changed into home clothes when He Chaozhi knocked on the door.
Song Lan ran to open the door. He Chao looked up and down at Song Lan's gray and loose home clothes and frowned.
"What are you wearing, a sack?"
Song Lan's neck was covered in cold sweat.
She turned around as if nothing had happened, and her slender waist was pinched by the loose clothes, which was as seductive as a scimitar under the moonlight.
"Anyway, at home, I wear the same clothes."
"It's different." He Chaozhi stepped forward and hooked her waist from behind.
"It seems we haven't been in your house yet."
Sensing the man's strong nasal voice, Song Lan pushed him away and said unmoved.
"Not in my house."
Like He Chaozhi, she doesn't like to bring male companions into the house.
But now He Chaozhi has taken her to his private villa, but Song Lan is still unwilling to let He Chaozhi stay in his apartment.
He Chaozhi let go of the woman's waist, her delicate touch still lingering on his fingertips.
"Speaking of business."
"I'm going to a dinner party, you go with me."
"Now?" Song Lan was surprised.
"Yes, now." He Chaozhi raised his hand and tugged at Song Lan's tasteless sack home clothes.
"The prerequisite is that you change out of your ugly clothes."
Ten minutes later, the two came to a high-end clothing store.
When Song Lan goes out, she always wears professional attire, which is mainly simple and elegant.
My private servers are basically denim shirts, and I rarely wear skirts to expose my beauty, except when hanging out with He Chaozhi.
He Chaozhi didn't like her pretentious professional attire, so he would often ask her to put on a skinny, elegant, feminine velvet skirt or dress.
Such as now.
He Chaozhi hooked Song Lan's waist, picked up a rose-colored dress and touched her body.
"This is a good one. You have fair skin. Go try it on."
The clothes were bought by He Chaozhi, and Song Lan had no right to refuse.
She walked into the dressing room carrying her long dress.
Across the door, she took off the fabric on her body, her fair skin quivering in the air.
The man's lazy voice came through the air, "Tonight's banquet was arranged by the He family for the blind date between Shen Yingxue and I."
Song Lan's fingertips trembled, and she suddenly thought of Aunt Rong on the phone from He Chaozhi that day——
"Then your parents will also be attending?"
He Chaozhi said, "Of course, they like my marriage with Shen Yingxue, so Lan Lan."
He smiled and said in a low voice, "You have to hold me tighter. It would be a pity if my bed partner, who is so perfect for you, is snatched away by another woman like this."
Song Lan had no intention of talking to him about this.
She heard her ears ringing.
It took a long time before I noticed the severe pain from my nails digging into my palms, "I'm a little tired tonight, can I not go?"
The door to the locker room in front of him was suddenly opened.
Song Lan had no time to dodge and was pressed against the wall by the man.
He Chaozhi pinched her chin with his long knuckles and said dissatisfiedly, "Song Lan, I shouldn't have given you the right to refuse me."
Knowing that he was angry, Song Lan also gave up resistance.
She lowered her long eyelashes and pursed her lips, "I understand."
She turned around and continued to change her clothes calmly under the man's gaze.
The snow-white waist is covered bit by bit with rose-colored fabric, which is so alluring.
He Chaozhi felt something was wrong with the woman tonight, so he pulled Song Lan over.
"What's wrong? Shen Yingxue has caused you trouble again?"
Song Lan, who had changed into a dress, had messy long hair, but she was shockingly beautiful.
She put her hands behind her back to tie her belt, and raised her chin proudly, "She is not enough to be a stumbling block for me."
He Chaozhi liked her look like this.
He turned Song Lan over, took the belt from her waist that she couldn't tie, and tied it with a bow.
"That's good, then relax."
He leaned down and left a kiss on her snow-white back.
"Being my He Chaozhi's female companion is much more noble than her, the eldest daughter of the Shen family."
Seeing Song Lan's eyelashes trembling, He Chaozhi knew that she had listened and turned around to leave the dressing room.
Hearing his footsteps gradually disappearing, Song Lan took out his cell phone indifferently.
"Auntie, He Chaozhi is going to take me with him to the He family dinner. I want to meet Jiang Yurong."
Song Zi was very excited, "The wait is finally here. Remember, she is sorry for our Song family. She is a sinner of our Song family. Don't be soft-hearted. You must take revenge on her and avenge your father. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Auntie." Song Lan said absentmindedly.
"Lanlan, you are the most obedient. Auntie is waiting for your good news..."
After hanging up the phone, Song Lan turned around and looked at the gorgeous and bright woman in the full-length mirror again.
Like a blooming rose, a rose in the night is so beautiful that it is dazzling.
Song Lanta knows her own beauty, and also knows that this beauty will become her most advantageous weapon.
Jiang Yurong, He Chaozhi, He family...she is here.
