In the evening, Song Lan followed He Chaozhi to his villa. He Chaozhi's new villa was a bit antique. Probably in order to get rid of the bad memories between the two of them, He Chaozhi changed his home.
"You are more sultry than the moonlight." The silver hazy moonlight came in from the window, collecting the beautiful spring light on the bed. The temperature increased little by little. He Chaozhi's handsome face covered Song Lan's ear, with tenderness.
His smile makes people unable to help but immerse themselves in it.
Song Lan suddenly hugged He Chaozhi. At this second, she no longer had any complaints against He Chaozhi. She just wanted to immerse herself in this beauty.
Song Lan woke up very late the next day. After washing, she was about to go downstairs when she saw He Chaozhi still at home unexpectedly. She walked a few steps and heard He Chaozhi lowering his voice and yelling impatiently at the other end of the phone.
"Old man, I advise you not to go too far. Song Lan and I are getting married. No one can try to break us up."
"Say it again? If you dare to do anything bad to Song Lan, I won't let you go even if your surname is not He!"
The last sentence was He Chaozhi's hysterical roar, "He Mingzhuan, get out of here!"
He saw He Chaozhi throw the phone to the ground hard, and the light blue phone hit the floor with a crisp cracking sound, and finally fell into deathly silence.
Song Lan stood there, and a few minutes later, she walked towards He Chaozhi, hugged him from behind, and said with a comforting tone, "He Chaozhi, I just learned how to make preserved egg and lean meat porridge, I'll cook it for you.
Okay?"
He Chaozhi wiped his face, exhaled heavily, turned around and hugged Song Lan tightly, who had half his head lowered. He actually choked slightly, lowered his head and placed a kiss on Song Lan's hair, as if to comfort himself.
General, said: "Song Lan, no one dares to touch you, not even the old guy He Mingchuan. You believe me, I will definitely protect you."
The corners of He Chaozhi's eyes were a little moist. He looked down at Song Lan's hair, feeling a little uncomfortable somewhere in his heart. He Mingchuan said that the old guy had always been cruel and ruthless. He was really worried that the old guy was not threatening him just now, but informing him.
Song Lan felt that the tall and strong body of the man hugging him was trembling slightly. Was he afraid? Afraid that He Mingchuan would attack him? Or was he afraid of He Mingchuan?
"He Chaozhi, I am not a clay figure. No one can manipulate me casually." Song Lan regretted saying this. He Mingzhuan is the local emperor of Night City. Although there are checks and balances from the Jun family, he wants to manipulate a small character like Song Lan at will.
, you can really "take care of it".
He Chaozhi didn't speak, and it took him a long time to gently push Song Lan away. He bowed his head and told Song Lan: "During this period, you can't go anywhere except for work. I will pick you up after get off work, just in case." In case, the old man... is not a good person."
Song Lan did not refuse. He Mingchuan was not a good person. She knew very well that in order to reassure He Chaozhi, she also wanted to keep herself out of danger.
He Chaozhi personally escorted Song Lan to KEO. The two kissed passionately before getting off the bus. After getting off the bus, Song Lan watched He Chaozhi leave before turning and walking toward the elevator entrance.
Today KEO is as busy as ever. When Song Lan pushed out the president's office, she saw Lin Jing walking towards her on her heels, "President, tonight the He family is going to prepare a wedding for Wang Lian's daughter Wang Xiaoxiao."
, held a huge welcome dinner, the He family sent invitations to several media, and KEO also had a copy."
A gilded invitation was placed neatly on Song Lan's table. Song Lan picked it up and looked through it, "It seems that the congratulatory couple is bound to get married."
No wonder He Mingchuan called He Chaozhi early in the morning. Most likely it was to ask He Chaozhi to attend the dinner. He Chaozhi's temper meant that he must have refused, and He Mingchuan became angry.
So Song Lan became a target, and He Mingchuan must now regret that he didn't hoe her ruthlessly before!
The corner of Song Lan's mouth curled up slightly with sarcasm. The He family sent this invitation to KEO just to warn her. It didn't matter whether she went or not.
"So, have you decided who to send to some banquets?" Lin Jing held up the frame of the mirror.
Song Lan rubbed his temples, "Since several companies have sent invitations, we won't get an exclusive interview. It doesn't matter whether we go or not."
Lin Jing disagreed with her, "I think now is the best opportunity to find out about the enemy. Since an old fox like He Mingchuan is willing to mobilize a large number of people and go to great lengths to hold a welcome banquet for a little girl, there must be other actions involved.
We might as well ask Liu Yu to go there, Liu Yu is smart, maybe he can find out something."
Liu Yu was an expert at gathering information, both in public and private matters. Even if he didn't get any valuable information, it would be a holiday for him, and it wouldn't be a loss no matter what.
Song Lan closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair. After thinking for a few minutes, she agreed to Lin Jing's suggestion. She was now a thorn in He Mingchuan's side. She didn't know anything about the He family. Regardless of whether it was there or not, she asked Liu Yu to inquire.
There's no harm in doing it once.
Song Lan invited Liu Yu to attend the banquet, and after giving him some instructions, she handed the invitation to him.
Liu Yu was poached by Lin Jing from another newspaper company, and he was well-known in the industry. This person seemed to be unscrupulous, but his ability to find information was outstanding, which was why Song Lan was willing to hire him at a high price to change jobs.
"Sister Lan, don't worry, even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will help you get the news you want back." Liu Yu raised his hand towards Song Lan, put his hands in his pockets, and whistled out the door.
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Song Lan watched him leave in disbelief, and worked hard again. It was almost the end of the month, and she still had a lot of things to do. She was so anxious that she couldn't care about other things.
Lunch was a simple meal that Lin Jing brought back to Song Lan. It included a white radish and mutton soup, which tasted slightly sweet, the meat was not fishy, and it was warm and comfortable.
"Do you like to drink carrot and mutton soup?" Lin Jing took a cup of instant coffee and sat down in front of the small sofa for entertaining guests. It was lunch break, so she took time out of her busy schedule to drink a cup of coffee and care about whether the food was delicious.
Song Lan drank up a large portion of radish and mutton soup quickly and gracefully, "I like it very much. When winter was approaching, my family would make radish and mutton soup every now and then."
Her aunt told her that her father loved mutton the most, especially radish and mutton soup.
Lin Jing nodded slightly and did not continue to communicate. She lowered her head and continued drinking coffee. Suddenly she seemed to think of something again, "Hey, you know that Song Weila has started acting again, right?"
