Dr. Qiao's eyes changed and he waved his hand in disgust.
"In the past few years when Jiang Wei was ill, reporters came to her in droves, making her worse and worse. She even suffered from depression. Now there are not so many people. Why do you come here again? Are you planning to force people to death?
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"No, you misunderstood."
Song Lan explained, "It's true that I am a reporter, but I am also a fan of Jiang Wei. I just want to care about Miss Jiang's condition from the perspective of a fan. I can swear to God that I will never publish anything without permission."
If necessary, write it into the interview script."
She raised three fingers and swore to the sky.
Seeing that her attitude was acceptable, Dr. Qiao hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Actually, after two years of rehabilitation training, Jiang Wei's legs have gotten much better and she can walk slowly. However, due to psychological reasons, she has been unwilling to accept the reality. She would rather sit in a wheelchair and numb herself to become a useless person."
Song Lan and He Xiaoya opened their eyes wide at the same time.
They thought Jiang Wei was seriously ill, but they didn't expect that the biggest obstacle was psychological.
"Thank you doctor, we won't tell anyone."
Song Lan thanked Dr. Qiao and took He Xiaoya down the mountain.
When she was about to go home, she passed by a dance academy and asked the driver to stop.
I walked outside the dance room, took out my mobile phone and took some clips of the students dancing.
"Who are you, what are you filming, who are you!"
A person who looked like the dean of students came over and pointed at Song Lan and asked three questions. It seemed that he mistook her for a commercial spy.
Song Lan said quickly, "Sorry, sorry, I just saw that they danced beautifully. My friend is a dance student and I want to show her..."
"Our college does not allow outsiders to take pictures. No more filming. Get out!"
Song Lan was kicked out and the video was deleted.
She sighed and could only go home first.
In the evening, a call came to He Chaozhi's mobile phone.
He Chaozhi paused before answering.
"What, are you in trouble?"
Hearing the man's playful voice, Song Lan forced herself to speak.
"I've searched all over my friends, but no one can talk to Jiang Wei. Can you introduce Jiang Wei to me? You should have her connections. Can you..."
"Okay." He Chaozhi interrupted her and said calmly.
"Old rules, you know what reward I want."
Song Lan fell silent.
He Chaozhi, the proud son of heaven, can have whatever he wants.
All she could give him was her body.
Song Lan raised her hand to smooth the wrinkles on her brows and sighed softly, "He Chaozhi, you and I each have our own needs, not a maid you call around - I don't want to talk about this during working hours."
He Chaozhi sneered lightly, "I'll see you downstairs in half an hour."
Song Lan hung up the phone and gently rubbed her temples.
After closing her eyes and concentrating for half an hour, she heard the sound of a whistle coming from downstairs. She picked up a coat and went downstairs indifferently.
It was cold in spring, and her soft knitted coat wrapped her equally soft body.
As soon as he came into sight, He Chaozhi couldn't take his eyes away from that attractive waistline.
He Chaozhi stepped forward and held her slender waist, "Are you so busy at work? You seem to have lost a little weight."
Song Lan hummed and patted the man's restless hand.
"As you promised me, I want Jiang Wei's connections."
Pulling the woman's coat that was in the way, He Chaozhi leaned over and got closer to her.
"What do you think I am, your tool? Use me once, and the reward is not low."
Song Lan stood on tiptoes, hugged his neck, and kissed his thin lips.
Before the man reached out to hug her, she nimbly dodged away.
"I owe you the rest first, and I will pay you back with interest when the time comes. Give me what I want first."
She curled her green-white fingertips.
He Chaozhi wondered if he hadn't eaten meat for too long, which was why Song Lan kissed him and the corners of his lips raised.
"This is what you promised yourself, don't run away then."
He took out the information he had prepared long ago from the car and handed it to Song Lan.
"Everything you want is in there."
Song Lan took the document and suddenly smiled, "He Chaozhi, are you deceiving me?"
First, she was asked to interview Jiang Wei, but she did not say hello to Jiang Wei.
When she ran into obstacles everywhere and had no choice but to come to him, He Chaozhi took advantage of the situation and took out the information he had prepared long ago to make her owe a favor.
He Chaozhi was noncommittal, with a smile on his lips.
"A soldier never tires of deceit."
Song Lan pursed her lips and hugged the information unceremoniously into her arms.
"It's a pity that I'm not your soldier. Isn't it bad to be so cunning to the people I share the same bed with?"
She didn't want to hear He Chaozhi's answer, so she turned and went upstairs.
He Chaozhi looked at the woman's increasingly thin and slim waist and chuckled.
"Why is my temper getting worse and worse? It's my fault. It's just this book and interest. When can I close it?"
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Song Lan read the information overnight and found Jiang Wei's former schoolmate Ai Xin.
Ai Xin is one year younger than Jiang Wei. Jiang Wei shined after graduation and won awards everywhere. Ai Xin started a dance class of her own and ran it very well.
"You want to shoot a dance video to show to Senior Jiang Wei?"
Ai Xin was very surprised when she learned Song Lan's purpose.
"I think Jiang Wei just can't face the gap between her past and present, but I think as long as she awakens the desire for dance in her heart, she will come out." Song Lan said firmly.
Ai Xin smiled slightly.
"Although you are a reporter, you are indeed the only one who has considered Sister Jiang Wei in recent years. I am also willing to give it a try with you. None of us want to see her go silent."
With that said, Ai Xin took her into the dance studio generously.
"You feel free to shoot, as long as it can help senior sister, I'll do it."
Song Lan gratefully took a video of Ai Xin teaching students to practice dance.
After Ai Xin got off work, Song Lan came over again.
"Although it's very presumptuous, I still want to ask you if you can go with me to meet Jiang Wei? You are Jiang Wei's best friend. I think she might be happy to see you."
"Okay, since I haven't seen my senior sister for a long time, let's go together." Ai Xin said cheerfully.
The two went up the mountain again and arrived at Jiang Wei's villa.
Seeing Song Lan come to visit for the third time, Jiang Wei laughed out loud on the other end of the surveillance camera.
"Are you trying to fool around with me? Don't think that I will accept your interview if you do this. Get out of here -"
"Senior sister, it's me, Ai Xin."
Ai Xin suddenly spoke up and walked out from behind Song Lan.
"Senior, how are you doing now? We all miss you very much. Can you let me in to see you?"
Before their legs were injured, Jiang Wei and Ai Xin were very good friends and talked about everything.
But since Jiang Wei's accident, she has gradually lost contact with Ai Xin and her past friends.
They haven't seen each other for almost two years.
I saw that my good friend from the past was actually walking together with reporter Song Lan.
Jiang Wei was not surprised at all. Instead, she opened the window angrily and yelled at them.
"Song Lan, I don't know what ability you have to contact Ai Xin, but I will never let you in. Get out of here, all of you, I don't want to see you!"
