"I know, the TV series project she acted in is from He Chaozhi's company." Song Lan said.
Lin Jing was a little surprised, "I didn't expect that someone like Song Weila could actually get a role from Mr. He's company. People say that Song Weila got lucky. Not long after she fell into despair, she was about to make a comeback."
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Lin Jing had a very bad impression of Song Weila, especially when she heard a colleague mention that Song Weila had been angry with Song Lanyi and even fought with Shen Yingxue. She felt that this woman was uneducated.
Song Lan did not tell Lin Jing that it was not Song Weila who was lucky, but He Chaozhi who showed his kindness once and gave her a chance.
"By the way, Song Weila's new drama is a drama by the up-and-coming director Liu Mumu. This director is best at shooting costume dramas. His aesthetics have always been good. But I heard that he is a very patient and good-tempered person. This director is also filming this time.
It's a drama-oriented costume drama, Sister Lan, do you think we should find an opportunity to interview him?" Lin Jing looked at Song Lan.
Song Lan had seen Liu Mumu's play before, and it was really good, especially the lighting and scenery of Fu Hua Dao, which made it hard to find the place to be confused, and it was so beautiful. She also admired Liu Mumu's business ability.
"Send an interview invitation to Director Liu Mumu," Song Lan cleared the table a little, packed up the takeout lunch boxes, and threw them into the trash can.
Dinner is also arranged at the publishing house. It is very busy at the end of every month and almost everyone has to work overtime. Usually at this time, Song Lan will take the initiative to provide extra meals for every staff member.
"We'll have maocai for dinner, skewers for midnight snack, one piece of milk tea for each person, and one rice dumpling made with fermented rice for midnight snack." Song Lan asked Lin Jing to order, but she herself was so hungry that she lay on the table to catch her breath.
There was too much mental work, and she felt that her body had been hollowed out and she was in urgent need of food.
Just as she was thinking about it, she saw the door of the office being pushed open, and He Chaozhi's handsome face appeared behind the door. She saw him walking towards her with a large fresh fruit plate in his hand.
"I know you will definitely have to deal with the publishing house again for dinner. I ordered a meal and it will be delivered shortly. You can try the fruit before the meal." He Chaozhi opened the fruit plate and placed them one by one in front of Song Lan.
Song Lan was very thin and didn't like to eat very much, so she had some hypoglycemia. He was worried that she would forget to eat because she was busy, so he ordered fruits and meals in advance and came to the publishing house to deliver warmth.
Song Lan looked at the colorful fruits in front of her, forked a small piece of mango with a small fork, and put it into her mouth. The sweet and fragrant taste instantly filled her mouth, and her appetite suddenly whetted her appetite.
"Lin Jing canceled the dinner, and He Chaozhi came to send some warmth." Song Lan remembered something and made an internal call to Lin Jing.
The other end said "ok", Lin Jing told the staff the news, and then came the excited shouts of the staff. Song Lan smiled lightly and put down the phone.
"Is it delicious?" He Chaozhi came over with a sly smile on his face.
Song Lanxin said that you knew what you were asking, then she took a piece of red and purple cherries and put it to his lips, "Open your mouth."
He Chaozhi bit it, with a fox-like and cunning evil smile on his face.
Song Lan was about to eat another piece of kiwi fruit when suddenly her waist tightened and something warm and soft was pressed against her lips. She was stunned for a moment, but she was very cooperative and listened to it.
He Chaozhi released his hand on Song Lan's waist with satisfaction, and his smile became even bigger. He deliberately licked his lips and raised his eyebrows, "Cherries are not as delicious as grapes."
Song Lan did not tell He Chaozhi that what she had just eaten was actually grapes, but that they were extremely sour.
"Don't you have any other plans tonight?" Song Lan changed a piece of orange, put it into her mouth and chewed it. It was slightly sour, and then her mouth was filled with sweetness. Her slightly wrinkled eyebrows slowly calmed down, and her words were filled with natural concern.
A certain emotion flashed across He Chaozhi's face, which was still smiling. Song Lan lowered his head to eat, intentionally or unintentionally ignoring the emotion on his face, "I don't have any plans. Today's schedule is all finished, and I'm just waiting for you to get off work, wife."
"Aren't you... not going home tonight?" Song Lan decided to ask anyway. She was treating He Chaozhi sincerely now, so being frank with each other would reduce unnecessary misunderstandings.
He Chaozhi didn't want to hide it from her. He sat sideways at Song Lan's table, his face still had that naughty smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Lan Lan, I have never thought of marrying a woman other than you.
, Even if He Mingzhuan forces me, I will only follow my heart when it comes to marriage."
He Chaozhi leaned down and placed a kiss on Song Lan's face. Song Lan met his eyes. He had a beautiful smile. Most of the time, he looked like a fox or a wolf, with a cunning and playful tone, or a cold and threatening smile.
At this moment, she vaguely glimpsed a hint of panic in his eyes, which was shocking.
He was obviously confessing and swearing an oath, but Song Lan suddenly felt uneasy, and the sweet apple in his mouth suddenly lost its taste.
"He Chaozhi, can you really disobey your father?" Song Lan asked a little weakly. The power of the He family in Night City is only rivaled by the Jun family. The current person in charge of the He family is still He Mingchuan. In the final analysis, He Chaozhi is just
An heir in waiting.
She actually didn't want to see the He family's father and son break up. Even if she still hated He Mingchuan, he was He Chaozhi's father after all.
"Song Lan, do you believe me?" He Chaozhi suddenly stopped all smiles, leaned down, gently clasped Song Lan's pointed chin with his fingers, and gently pulled her face over to let her look at it seriously.
Hold him.
Does she believe it? She must believe it, otherwise she would not agree to his reconciliation again.
Song Lan nodded slightly, and He Chaozhi's somewhat nervous face showed a hint of relief. Just as he was about to comfort Song Lan again, he saw Song Lan raising his head and kissing him. He suddenly smiled, with happiness that he had never seen before in his smile.
The two were cozy in the office for a while, until Lin Jing knocked on the door, placed two rich meals on the table, and then invited them to eat.
Song Lan straightened her hair unnaturally. Her clothes were neat and there was nothing inappropriate about them. He Chaozhi had a strange button missing from his collar, but there was nothing strange about other places.
Lin Jing glanced at the two of them with inquiring eyes and closed the door with a blank look on her face.
"Your kissing skills still need to be trained." Song Lan smiled strangely, glanced at He Chaozhi's collar, and lowered his head to eat dinner.
He Chaozhi shamelessly approached Song Lan and whispered, "Madam is right. For the rest of my life, I will rely on Madam to train this young master."
