He Chaozhi pinched his eyebrows hard, hung up the phone, and ordered his secretary, "Check Song Lan's location and find her within half an hour."
There is less than half an hour until twelve o'clock. If we can find her, we can make it in time.
Twenty minutes later, He Chaozhi found Song Lan in a daze by the river.
Song Lan was wearing a thin knitted jacket, her hair was shawl-length, and she was holding a small cream cake in her arms. She looked like a sculpture by the river, with only her hair moving in the wind.
He Chaozhi walked forward with a stern face, his footsteps carried by the gravel. Song Lan raised his head blankly and saw a man in a suit standing not far away with a cold face, looking at him.
"...He Chaozhi?"
She did not walk over like before, but turned her head and continued to look at the river quietly.
He Chaozhi looked at the time and saw that there were only a few minutes left before twelve o'clock.
"Why didn't you answer the phone and turned off the phone? The river view is so beautiful?"
"Oh... my phone is out of battery." Song Lan smiled perfunctorily, but still didn't want to move.
She doesn't even have the strength to deal with men.
I just want to sit here and feel the passing of my birthday quietly.
She can bear this life alone when she is not valued and no one welcomes her.
Anyway, it's not the first time.
The woman's indifferent and numb face made He Chaozhi feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
He stretched out his hand, and a velvet square box appeared in his palm, half as big as his hand.
He went to the mall to buy this temporarily and almost closed it, but luckily he still had time.
"Giving it to me?" Song Lan raised the corner of her mouth and asked lazily, but did not reach out to pick it up.
He Chaozhi is like this, he will coax her when she is happy, and scare her when she is unhappy. In the final analysis, there is no difference between her and the pets raised by He Chaozhi.
"I know it's for you, so just accept it."
He Chaozhi forcefully thrust the velvet square box into Song Lan's hands and emphasized, "This is your birthday gift. Don't blame me for not celebrating your birthday."
birthday present?
Song Lan widened her eyes slightly, retracted her hand, and opened the box.
There is an exquisite diamond necklace lying inside. The blue diamonds are shining with color. You can tell at a glance that it is expensive.
Of course she wouldn't know that He Chaozhi bought the jewel of the jewelry store, "Tears of the Ocean."
"How did you know it was my birthday?"
"Song Lan, in your eyes, am I stupid?"
He Chaozhi sneered lightly, leaned over and twisted the necklace, and the clear diamonds dangled on his fingertips, "Do you like it? If you like it, just smile. The birthday girl still has a sad face, you are too squeamish."
Song Lan was silent. She stretched out her hand to take the necklace and carefully put it back into the box, with a slight hint of Qin at the corner of her mouth.
"Yes, I like it."
She raised her eyes and raised her lips at He Chaozhi, and finally smiled.
"Thank you."
The loneliness and depression of the night were all gone at this moment.
The clock struck twelve, and He Chaozhi occupied more than half of the chair seats domineeringly, raising his chin towards the mediocre cream cake.
"Then I've already given you a birthday present. Isn't it too much for you to give me a piece of cake?"
"Give it to you, give it to you."
Song Lan pursed her lips, cut the cake into small pieces, and handed it to He Chaozhi.
The two of them started eating one piece at a time. I don't know if it was because the cake was too sweet, but the corner of Song Lan's mouth almost didn't move.
After dividing the cake, He Chaozhi picked up Song Lan and went to the hotel.
A lovely night.
When she came to the company the next day, Song Lan's eyebrows were obviously much softer.
"It was just a small mistake. Don't make it again next time."
“This document is very well done, let’s keep up the good work.”
Song Lan encouraged the employees early in the morning, and the employees felt like they were in the spring breeze.
But because Song Lan had a good attitude towards them, they just felt that Sister Lan was a little gentler today.
Among the people, only Shen Yingxue was sarcastic and sarcastic towards Song Lan.
"You are pretending again. You are really good at winning people's hearts. Now you have become the deputy director. You are so good at playing with people's hearts. You treat the entire magazine as your home, right?"
Shen Yingxue's voice was not low, just enough for everyone to hear clearly.
When everyone's breath froze and the atmosphere became tense again.
Song Lan walked slowly to Shen Yingxue's side, smiling broadly.
Shen Yingxue raised her eyebrows warily, "Song Lan, what do you want to do? You want to threaten me with He Chaozhi, right?"
"How is that possible? I just want to tell you that there is a small mistake in your document. I have revised it and reviewed it for you. Please work hard in the future and look forward to your better performance."
Song Lan smiled softly and left gracefully holding the document.
Shen Yingxue was left with an expression that looked like she had eaten a fly.
She held it in for a long time before she opened her mouth with a pale face.
"Didn't this woman take the wrong medicine??"
It's unreasonable for him to be so kind to her without quarreling with her!
After get off work hours, Song Lan closed her computer and was about to leave when she suddenly received a text message from He Chaozhi.
The text message is very simple, only three words.
"Come to the Emperor."
Junhuang is a famous high-end club in Night City. Only VIPs can enter, and Junhuang's VIPs are all famous celebrities in Night City.
Song Lan was not Junhuang's VIP, but He Chaozhi had greeted her in advance and she went in without any hindrance.
Arriving at the box, Song Lan raised his head and saw He Chaozhi standing side by side with a young and beautiful woman. He put his arm around the woman's waist, and they whispered ambiguously. The woman's proud front almost touched He Chaozhi's chest.
Song Lan looked away and walked in expressionlessly, immediately attracting the attention of most people.
Those present were all the second generation ancestors, the young master, who was used to seeing beauties.
But Song Lan was wearing a conservative black business suit, her long hair was neatly pulled up, and she had light makeup and was different from the women they had seen who were posing and wearing scantily clad clothes.
Especially that face, which is as finely crafted as ever. The more you look at it, the more it makes your heart itch.
A rich second-generation man came forward and handed over a glass of wine, "Who are you, beauty? You are too beautiful. I wonder if I would be honored to treat you to a drink?"
The salivation in the other person's eyes is clearly visible.
Song Lan's dark beautiful eyes quietly swept across the man's face, ignoring He Chaozhi who was looking at him from a distance, and raised his lips with a slight smile.
"Of course, then I'm welcome."
She took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
The slender swan neck stretched into a snow-white arc, tempting the rich second generation to lick the corners of their mouths.
What a stunner, what a stunner.
The rich second generation was ready to make a move, "Beauty, this is my business card, can you give me your contact -"
Before he finished speaking, He Chaozhi's cold and oppressive voice came from behind.
The two buttons of the black shirt were slightly loosened, revealing the cold white collarbone, and the man's handsome face was impressive.
"Song Lan, come here."
How dare she drink from another man without his permission?
