Before Song Lan could finish her words, she was pulled into a big-name women's clothing store.
She had already guessed He Chaozhi's intention, but she still frowned and said, "No need to go to so much trouble. Finish the interview quickly. I'll just go back and take a hot bath."
He Chaozhi ignored it, chose a black dress with a zipper on the back and threw it into her hands, then said casually, "What's the rush? How can he run away as long as I'm here? Even if I ask him to wait until tomorrow morning, he still has to give it.
I'll wait patiently."
These words were indeed as arrogant as ever.
"Hurry up and change these clothes for me, they look annoying."
Thinking that she was almost taken advantage of, Song Lan also felt a little uncomfortable.
She entered the fitting room, and the waiter thoughtfully brought a hot towel. After a simple treatment, Song Lan felt much better.
It's just that the zipper of this dress is at the back, and it's still not enough for her.
"I'll help you."
The man walked in at some point, holding her waist with one hand and holding the small zipper with the other.
Song Lan was shocked, "You're crazy, this is a women's fitting room!"
"So what? I haven't been to more secret places before?"
Song Lan's face heated up, and she subconsciously thought of that night in the bar.
But the situation is different now. No one saw the bar that night, and there were so many waiters outside watching. He Chaozhi came in so rashly, and there was no telling what they would think.
"Don't worry, no one will talk nonsense."
The man's deep voice sounded in her ears, as if he had deliberately left a hook. As the zipper moved up inch by inch, his hand against her waist moved inch by inch.
Song Lan felt numb all over, not sure if this bitch was teasing her on purpose.
"He Chaozhi, don't go too far."
She bit her lip, half warning and half shy.
He Chaozhi deliberately misinterpreted her meaning, "Tsk, so sensitive? But even if you want to, you can't do it now. I'll make it up to you later."
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"You are so thick-skinned."
After saying these words, Song Lan adjusted his breathing, opened the door and went out.
When she came to Sunac Building again, the attitude of everyone in the company became different again.
The front desk clerk who rolled his eyes had long been cowering behind his computer in fear, motionless, while Mr. Wang and Mr. Wang's secretary personally greeted him in the lobby.
"Ms. Song, what happened just now is really a misunderstanding. You see, you have Mr. He's relationship, why didn't you tell me earlier, and you didn't have to wait so long, right?"
"Mr. Wang, don't say anything unnecessary. Let's start the interview?"
"Oh, okay, okay, do you think it's in the conference room or in my office?"
Song Lan thought for a while, "Let's go to the office."
Magazine interviews inevitably have to be accompanied by some pictures and text, and having photos of his office can help you be prepared.
Therefore, even though Song Lan had completely lost all goodwill towards him, he still completed the entire process dutifully and raised many valuable questions. Even if Shen Yingxue wanted to find fault, she couldn't.
By the time everything was over, it was already two hours later.
After Song Lan sorted out all the notes, he found that Sunac's employees had already left and the sky was dark.
Suddenly, a beam of high beam light shone at her feet.
Song Lan looked along the light source and saw He Chaozhi's car parked on the side of the road.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
He Chaozhi replied with a cold face, "I'm afraid some people will die suddenly while working overtime, and there won't even be anyone to collect the corpses."
Seeing her still standing stupidly, He Chaozhi became impatient, "Why don't you come up quickly and wait for me to invite you in person?"
Maybe it was because his behavior in the past two days was a bit abnormal, Song Lan asked out of nowhere, "Mr. He, your presence in front of me so frequently makes me mistakenly think that you can't let me go."
She swore that she said this just to test it out, but to her surprise, He Chaozhi admitted it without hesitation.
"So what?"
The starry sky of Rolls-Royce fell on the tips of his hair, and the man's eyes seemed to be full of affection when he looked over.
Song Lan was stunned, and for a moment he even forgot how to react.
The next second, He Chaozhi said again, "After all, we are familiar enough with each other, and you also enjoy it, don't you?"
Song Lan understood instantly.
Therefore, I felt ashamed of the misunderstanding I had just had in that moment.
At this moment, the driver who vaguely heard the conversation silently raised the barrier for fear of delaying his CEO's good deeds.
The atmosphere in the car suddenly became weird.
He Chaozhi chuckled, wrapped his arms around Song Lan, and pulled Song Lan onto his lap.
"What should I do? The atmosphere has reached this point. It seems unreasonable not to do something."
"I do not want."
Sensing the danger, Song Lan wanted to get down, but the man held her tightly around her waist.
He Chaozhi slowly stretched out his other hand and unbuttoned the top two buttons of the collar elegantly and ruthlessly.
Song Lan secretly scolded him for being shameless, but He Chaozhi was right in what he said. They understood each other so thoroughly that with just a few simple movements, Song Lan's breathing became disrupted.
"What now? Don't you want it yet?"
The man asked deliberately close to her ear, contentedly admiring her gradually flushing face.
Song Lan grinded his teeth angrily, suddenly turned around, pressed him under her body, and kissed him fiercely.
"He Chaozhi, this time you are pestering me. Don't regret it."
At this time, He Chaozhi didn't think much about it. It was only many years later that he realized how heavy the words "don't regret" really were.
At this moment, he was immersed in this joyful beauty, and his voice became hoarse over and over again.
"Lanlan, Lanlan."
The two finally went to He Chaozhi's home in the west of the city, a single-family villa and a luxurious manor.
Song Lan stood at the door without moving.
"What's wrong?"
Men who are well fed and drunk are obviously more patient than usual.
Song Lan glanced at him lightly, "Don't you like others entering your private territory?"
No matter how passionate the two were before, He Chaozhi had never brought her here before, and he even said that this was the last piece of pure land he left for himself.
He Chaozhi paused and then said, "The past was before, and the present is now. If I let you in, you can come in."
Song Lan was indeed feeling very uncomfortable. He had only been treated briefly after being caught in the rain. Now he urgently needed a hot bath.
He Chaozhi took her to the bathroom of the master bedroom and gave her a clean towel. The moment the bathroom door was about to close, his true colors were revealed.
"You really don't need me to help you wash it?"
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Song Lan took a deep breath. How could she be so stupid as to think that He Chaozhi was a cold and overbearing boss? He was obviously an LSP.
"No thanks."
Slamming the door unceremoniously, Song Lan didn't dare to take off her clothes immediately. She waited for a while to make sure that the man's footsteps were far away before gradually relaxing.
The first thing she did was not get into the bathtub. Instead, she took a few pictures of the bathroom structure and quickly sent them to her aunt, and then deleted them.