Song Lan wanted to push He Chaozhi away, but He Chaozhi grabbed his wrist.
Song Lan's beautiful face immediately showed a layer of pain, "Oh...it hurts!"
She took a breath and looked at the painful wrist that was scratched by He Chaozhi.
The burn from Shen Yingxue who poured hot coffee on her had not yet healed. She was scratched by He Chaozhi and the wound seemed to be about to open.
He Chaozhi let go of his hand and saw the wound on Song Lan's hand, his face darkened.
"It's been so many days, why is the wound still not healed? Haven't you taken good care of yourself?"
Song Lan stubbornly turned his head and said, "You don't have to worry about it."
"What did you say?"
"Young Master He, although we are lovers in the eyes of outsiders now, you and I both know that we are just bed partners. It's just a little injury. Young Master He doesn't need to be so nervous, right?"
Song Lan calmly withdrew his hand and covered it with his sleeve.
Because of the pain, her lips were pale and trembled slightly.
He Chaozhi said nothing and stared at her intently.
The driver in front didn't know whether to keep driving or stop.
He could only silently drive the car to He Chaozhi's private villa.
"Turn around and go to her apartment."
He Chaozhi said coldly to the driver.
Song Lan couldn't help but raise her head and glanced at He Chaozhi strangely.
He Chaozhi pulled his lips and said, "Aren't you unwilling to go to my place? Considering your injury, I can tolerate you playing a little temper once, but Song Lan, if you do it too much, this trick will no longer be popular with men."
Before Song Lan came to his senses, he turned over and sat upright, his face cold and expressionless.
It seemed as if the confrontation and coercion that had just occurred were all just an illusion.
Song Lan bit her lip and turned her head away from looking at her.
After a while, the driver drove the car downstairs to the apartment.
Song Lan's hand no longer hurt so much, so she opened the car door and wanted to get out of the car.
The man's hand reached out first.
He opened the car door for her and said, "Do you want me to take you up?"
Song Lan pursed her lips and got out of the car with her back to him, "No need, Mr. He is busy with your work."
There was silence behind him, and a few seconds later, He Chaozhi's cold snort came.
"You have carried out the two concepts of knowledge and interest to the end."
Song Lan didn't want to quarrel with him, so she turned around and said to him with a low eyebrow, "Don't worry, Mr. He, I am sensible."
"Then - go slowly without seeing me off."
Song Lan forced out a smile, waved her hand, and went upstairs.
The woman's swaying figure disappeared into the night, her gorgeous skirt blending into the darkness.
He Chaozhi pulled off his tie irritably and threw it on the spot where the woman had just sat.
The driver asked tremblingly, "Master, shall we go back now?"
He Chaozhi was silent for a while, "Wait a little longer."
The light from the lighter flashed across, and He Chaozhi lit a cigarette and placed it in the middle of his slender finger bones.
He smoked slowly, and his angular handsome features were gradually blurred by the smoke.
When Song Lan returned home, she subconsciously walked to the window and looked down.
He Chaozhi's car hasn't driven away yet.
From her angle, you can see the bones of He Chaozhi's hand resting on the window sill, which are slender and clear.
Just now he used those hands to hold his chin...
The man in the car seemed to realize something and looked up.
Song Lan ducked and hid behind the curtain.
She recalled what He Chaozhi warned her in the car -
They were just bed partners, and her status was not worthy of standing next to him.
Song Lan suppressed the turmoil in his heart and returned to the room as if nothing had happened.
It doesn't matter, she doesn't care anyway, she just wants revenge...
Everyone has feelings, she might just be reluctant to part with He Chaozhi's good skills.
Who are the few men with two legs in this world?
One night passed.
The next day, Song Lan followed the address given by He Chaozhi and arrived at a villa area built in the mountains.
The terrain in the mountains is remote, and the best thing about it is the tranquility and the chirping of birds.
Song Lan came to a small retro Western-style building and rang the doorbell.
"Teacher Jiang Wei, are you at home?"
The person He Chaozhi introduced to her was an internationally famous dancer who was once so famous that he was even hailed as a national treasure dancer.
It was a pity that an accident injured her feet. From then on, she could only bid farewell to the stage and spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.
But Jiang Wei’s wonderful deeds in the past are still talked about.
After a while, the door opened.
A young woman sitting in a wheelchair came out with a pale face and gloomy eyes.
"Who are you and what's wrong?"
Song Lan did not look at her legs, handed over her business card, and said in a gentle voice, "Hello, I am Song Lan, the deputy director of KEO magazine. I have always admired your reputation. I wonder if I can have the honor to interview you?"
Jiang Wei looked her up and down, especially when she saw her healthy legs, a hatred burst out of her eyes.
"reporter?"
Jiang Wei did not take her business card and said impatiently, "You have become the deputy director. Don't you know the rules of interviews? If you come to the door without making an appointment, do you not take me seriously?"
Song Lan found out about Jiang Wei's leg injuries on the Internet last night, but He Chaozhi didn't mention it.
She knew that people with physical illnesses would be mentally disabled and miserable.
Especially Jiang Wei was once so outstanding and the proud daughter of heaven.
Song Lan thought that He Chaozhi had informed Jiang Wei in advance, but after seeing Jiang Wei's reaction, he realized that he had misunderstood.
"Sorry, I offended you abruptly, I apologize to you."
Song Lan said seriously.
She did not say that she was introduced by He Chaozhi, but still held up the business card with both hands.
Jiang Wei's attitude did not improve because of her apology, she said coldly.
"Don't think that you journalists can interview and laugh at me casually when I'm down and out. When I was in glory, I couldn't look down on second-rate magazines like KEO."
As if recalling something painful, Jiang Wei turned her head and said, "It's all over. What's there to say? Just leave. I won't accept your interview!"
"Miss Jiang, Jiang..."
Jiang Wei closed the door and left Song Lan outside.
Song Lan had no choice but to put away the business card and go back to the company first before thinking of countermeasures.
As soon as he arrived at the company, Du Qin came over.
"Song Lan, you're here. Just in time. I have an interview plan for you. It will be used in next month's journal. You must be quick."
Song Lan frowned, "In such a hurry, who is the person to be interviewed by?"
Du Qin's expression was a little subtle.
"It's Jiang Wei. You should have heard of it. She was a very famous dancer before, but unfortunately she can only use a wheelchair now."
Song Lan was stunned.
Not only had she heard of it, she had just seen it.
"Jiang Wei has been out of the public eye for two years, why did she suddenly want to be interviewed?"
Du Qin cheered, "Isn't it true that netizens on the Internet have had nothing to do recently and started to recall Jiang Wei's previous dance clips, saying that she is some kind of lost treasure... Our magazine just happened to be popular, although she has a broken leg
, but it still has some use value.”
Du Qin said it nonchalantly, as if the living person was just a tool for her to extract resources.
Song Lan hid her disgust for Du Qin and guessed why He Chaozhi asked her to interview Jiang Wei.
He probably also saw the heated discussion on the Internet.
