KEO's so-called plagiarized manuscript incident was finally settled with the word "misunderstanding" due to Han Zicheng's deliberate protection and He Chaozhi's strong public relations.
But KEO and Ruixue are at odds.
Song Lan went to MC because she was kidnapped by Ruixue, and she showed off her power on MC's official website. No one expected that it would turn out to be "a misunderstanding."
As a result, Ruixue was slapped in the face by her boss Han Zicheng, and was demoted from her position as editor-in-chief to team leader of a project team.
Of course, He Chaozhi also contributed to this, so for a long time, Ruixue was walking on thin ice in Night City.
"Lanlan, what do you want to eat tonight?" He Chaozhi glanced at his phone and curled his lips with satisfaction.
He had people overtly and covertly try to trip up Ruixue, which frightened him so much that he fell ill. I heard that he had already asked for leave for medical treatment.
Song Lan looked up from the computer and looked at He Chaozhi. Seeing his rare smile, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
"Did you win the lottery?"
After saying that, Song Lan couldn't help but want to laugh. With He Chaozhi's net worth, dozens of lottery winners wouldn't even look down on him!
When He Chaozhi heard this, he smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. He walked to Song Lan's desk, took a small space and sat down.
"Yes, I won the lottery, so I want to reward Miss Song Lan tonight. I wonder if Miss Song Lan will give me face?"
He Chaozhi's long, straight legs were folded together. He turned his head slightly, folded his arms, and looked at her with a smile.
Song Lan was already used to He Chaozhi's playful smile, so she smiled in response and asked, "Young Master He, what are you going to treat me to?"
Regardless of how cold and arrogant He Chaozhi is in front of others, when the two of them are together in private, he likes to tease Song Lan the most, and Song Lan will follow him most of the time.
He Chaozhi leaned down, gently pinched Song Lan's cheek with his sharp-jointed fingers, and smiled with an unseemly look on his face.
"Why don't we go eat meat!"
Song Lan was speechless. Did this guy do it on purpose? How could he hear this? How unserious it was.
"Okay! Let's have barbecue tonight," Song Lan rolled her eyes at him and squeezed his thigh.
He Chaozhi did not cry out in pain, lowered his head and clasped Song Lan's chin, giving him a loving and tender kiss.
"Honey, you smell so good." He Chaozhi deliberately winked at Song Lan and couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the blush on her cheeks.
Song Lan patted off his outstretched paw, rubbed his somewhat hot ears, and turned his head away unnaturally.
"Hurry up and make a reservation, otherwise I might regret it and stay in KEO and eat lunch with everyone."
Of course, He Chaozhi would not allow himself to kiss his wife and eat lunch while working overtime, so he quickly booked a restaurant online.
Because Lu Ang and Ruixue attacked Song Lan one after another, He Chaozhi personally took charge of picking up Song Lan for a long time after that.
Sometimes he would leave early and stay in Song Lan's office, waiting for her to come home from get off work.
Song Lan had packed up some commonly used items a week ago and officially moved into He Chaozhi's villa.
He Chaozhi gave her the treatment of a mistress, taking her completely into consideration, whether it was her preferences or her diet.
"Are you sure you want to eat this?" Song Lan looked at He Chaozhi with some surprise as he ordered a health pot.
The health pot uses stock as the base and cooks some of the most popular vegetables and seafood.
He Chaozhi was very spicy, and Song Lan was a little surprised, "Do you want me to make you a spicy dipping sauce?"
But He Chaozhi shook his head, reached over the steaming hot pot, took Song Lan's bowl, and filled her with a bowl of nourishing soup base.
"I plan to start a health regimen. You were right before, food with strong taste is bad for the body." He Chaozhi added another bowl of soup for himself.
Song Lan's taste was very bland, and He Chaozhi suddenly remembered that every time she ate with him, she was forced to eat spicy and oily food, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
Song Lan lowered his head and took two sips of the soup, looking at him uncertainly, "Are you sure you're fine?"
In order to show that he could adapt to the taste of casual conversation, He Chaozhi had two bowls of soup in a row. He said that although his tongue had no taste, his heart felt inexplicably sweet.
After dinner, He Chaozhi and Song Lan walked hand in hand on the busiest pedestrian street in Night City. In order to reduce the frequency of being noticed, the two wore masks and caps.
There is a heavy flow of people, and on the busy pedestrian street, there are little girls and children, holding large bouquets of roses or lilies, looking at the sales targets on the roadside.
A little boy who looked to be only seven or eight years old, holding a bouquet of roses wrapped in newspapers, timidly walked towards the two of them.
"Pretty sister, do you want flowers?" The little boy raised his hand to wipe his dirty face and waved the roses towards Song Lan.
Song Lan rubbed the little guy's head and looked at the roses in his hand. Although the packaging was crude, the roses looked delicate and delicate.
He Chaozhi looked at Song Lan with tender eyes. When he saw her looking for a tissue to wipe the child's nose, he handed her an unopened box slowly, "Here, here you go."
Song Lan turned her head and saw the tissue handed to her, tore open the package, took out one, and wiped the little guy's nose.
He Chaozhi took out some change, rubbed the little guy's head, and then handed it to him, "Here, is that enough?"
The little guy's face was as red as a ripe apple, and he stood there obediently.
The little guy waited for Song Lan to wipe the snot from his face, his big eyes flashed, and he reached out and took the wad of banknotes he handed over.
"Too many." The little guy lowered his head and saw a stack of red banknotes. His grandma taught him how to recognize money. He knew that this was the biggest banknote.
He Chaozhi put his hands in his pockets, bent down and lowered his head, with a smile on his face, "Is it enough to buy all your flowers?"
The little guy smiled shyly, scratched his head and nodded.
"Then give all the other flowers to the brothers and sisters here!"
Song Lan went to the trash can on the roadside. When he came back, he heard He Chaozhi communicating with the little guy, so he suggested.
The little guy smiled so hard that his eyes were crooked, he put the roses in his hand into Song Lan's arms, waved his hand, and ran back to scatter the remaining roses.
Song Lan held the rose in one hand, and He Chaozhi held the other hand in his. The two of them walked slowly in the bustling pedestrian street.
KEO's business has become a bit colder, probably because it's almost time to retreat. Everyone has become a little sleepy and just want to hide in the air-conditioned room.
Song Lan finished typing up the last outline, moved the mouse, sent it to his colleagues, and stretched himself out.
"Why is it so hot today?" Song Lan felt that she was about to heat up, so she got up and looked for the air conditioner remote control.
Lin Jing knocked on the door and came in. When she saw Song Lan looking for something, she quickly went over to help, "What are you looking for?"
