Song Lan failed with Song Zi, but KEO's operations went smoothly.
KEO recently held a selection activity for contemporary artist models. The purpose of the activity is to elevate KEO to a higher level.
KEO is now considered the leader in the industry, and has a tendency to share the world equally with MC.
In order to make this event more eye-catching, KEO took the lead and sent invitations to old and new media colleagues such as MC and Excelle, hoping to join forces to make this selection event a hot search.
When he saw Han Zicheng again, Song Lan thought he had seen it wrong.
Han Zicheng, who was originally handsome and handsome, had some yin deficiency on his eyebrows, and his hair on the temples showed signs of turning white.
Han Zicheng looked at Song Lan and smiled tiredly, "Song Lan, long time no see."
Song Lan frowned, "What's happened to you recently? How did you become like this?"
Han Zicheng smiled bitterly: "Something happened at home. Have you seen Xiaoya recently? The doctor said she has signs of recovery."
Song Lan has been a little busy recently, whether it's with his career or with He Chaozhi. He temporarily forgot about Xiaoya who was still in the hospital, but when he heard that Xiaoya was about to wake up, he felt much better.
"I'm going to the hospital tomorrow. I see that you are very tired. Why don't you ask your assistant to give a speech on your behalf?" Song Lan suggested, looking at Han Zicheng's tired face.
Han Zicheng shook his head, "No need, several colleagues have joined forces this time to promote this event."
Han Zicheng has always had a good reputation. Although he is not involved in the entertainment industry, he has a group of loyal fans.
Song Lan understood Han Zicheng's intentions and did not want to force him, so he asked Lin Jing to give Han Zicheng a cup of coffee to cheer him up.
After Song Lan and Han Zicheng finished speaking, their eyes met for a few seconds. Song Lan turned her head awkwardly. She never went to the hospital, partly because Han Zicheng accompanied Xiaoya in the hospital almost every day.
Song Lan felt ashamed of Xiaoya and didn't want to get close to Han Zicheng.
In addition to hiring a nurse and paying for medicine, she has gradually reduced her meetings with Han Zicheng.
Song Lan found another reason and took her assistant to the dressing room next door. This event invited some of the most popular celebrities to create momentum.
"Why are you here?" Song Lan had just taken a few steps when he saw He Chaozhi walking over with his assistant.
The corners of He Chaozhi's mouth curved slightly, "I heard that you are opening the ceremony today, so I came to join in the fun."
Song Lan smiled, and He Chaozhi reached out to her, but Song Lan shook his head, "You go to the lounge for a while, I will find you later."
He Chaozhi's hanging hand paused for a moment, then retracted it and hung it by his side, his gaze indifferent.
Song Lan blinked at him, turned around and walked towards the stairs on one side. He Chaozhi watched her thin figure disappear.
Song Lan went to the second floor. She needed to go over the process with some big stars, but before she could walk a few steps, her stomach suddenly hurt.
Lin Jing saw something wrong with Song Lan's expression and quickly asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Song Lan frowned, "I need to go to the bathroom."
Lin Jing looked at her speechlessly, patted her shoulder gently, took the process draft from her hand, "It's okay, you go ahead!"
A few minutes later, Song Lan was washing her hands in the sink, and suddenly a distorted smiling face appeared in the mirror.
Song Lan was stunned and was about to rush out the door, but someone closed the door first.
"Song Lan, long time no see." Lu Ang leaned against the door and made a pose that he thought was chic.
Song Lan swallowed and panicked. She still remembered what crazy move Lu Ang made last time, and he actually lurked in the women's bathroom. He was really a pervert.
"How did you get in?" Today, all the staff and guests have ID cards showing their identity. How did Lu Ang get in?
Lu Ang seemed to like seeing Song Lan's fearful and uneasy expression, and he even leaned forward in a perverted way, deliberately blowing hot breath into Song Lan's ear.
"Xiao Lanlan, you don't need to know how I came in, you just need to know that I, Lu Ang, am back."
Song Lan was blown all over by the hot air. Just as he was about to push her away, his vision suddenly went dark and he fainted.
Before she fainted, Song Lan was filled with fear. Lu Ang was afraid that this time she would make her life worse than death.
When Song Lan woke up again, it was already evening. She looked at the strange environment, strange people, and the strange yet familiar sunset outside the window.
Lu Ang walked out from behind the door. He was followed by two tall, round-waisted men in black. In front of him, several men in black who were playing cards together stood up quickly when they saw Lu Ang approaching.
"Brother Lu."
"Brother Lu, that woman woke up."
Lu Ang followed the man's fingers and saw Song Lan tied into a rice dumpling, looking around with a blank look on his face.
Lu Ang walked towards Song Lan, squatted down, and blew out the smell of cigarette smoke at Song Lan, "Lan Lan, be obedient. When He Chaozhi's money comes over, we will stay together."
"Who wants to sleep with you? A pervert." Song Lan frowned, with disgust on his face.
Lu Ang smiled and was not angry. Instead, he came to Song Lan's mouth, took a big bite, and then smashed his mouth.
“It tastes good, quite sweet.”
Song Lan said "Bah, bah, bah, bah," like crazy, but Lu Ang laughed even crazier.
Lu Ang kissed Song Lan's face again, and before Song Lan could spit, he pinched her jaw hard, forcing her to stop her movements.
"Lan Lan, you better get used to it quickly, otherwise you will probably feel uncomfortable when you are intimate with me." Lu Angtian said shamelessly and openly.
Hearing this, a group of younger brothers winked at each other, and the brave ones whistled at Song Lan.
Song Lan was disgusted to death by these people, but he had no choice but to be tied up all over, and his mouth was in terrible pain. If his eyes could be used as a knife, these people would have been stabbed to death by him long ago.
Lu Ang's methods of teasing Song Lan became more and more powerful every time, and once he even bit Song Lan's mouth directly.
Song Lan was still vomiting as usual. The blood that flowed into the corner of his mouth had a strong iron smell. It was also caused by Lu Ang's bite, and he wished that the blood all over his body would be shed.
Her mouth hurt so much that she bit her back molars and sprayed a mouthful of saliva directly onto Lu Ang's forehead.
"Lan Lan, you are naughty." Lu Ang wiped away his saliva with his hand. Not only did he not dislike it, his face even showed a kind of excitement that was close to perversion.
Song Lan's heart tightened and she quickly buried her head. Suddenly, she felt a chill on the back of her neck, and a pair of big hands pressed against the back of her neck.
"Your neck is so thin and white. Tsk, it's so beautiful." Lu Ang's hands moved restlessly.
His persistence towards Song Lan went from hatred at the beginning to love now.
