As soon as the rich second generation took a look, they knew that this woman was probably He Chaozhi's.
He didn't dare to provoke Song Lan anymore and moved away angrily.
Song Lan was not afraid at all.
She put down her wine glass, turned around and smiled at the rich second generation, her smile was charming, and then she lightly congratulated him.
"Mr. He, I still have something to do at the magazine. You don't have anything important to do, so I'll leave first."
She grabbed her and walked away without leaving a single unnecessary glance.
"Song Lan!"
He Chaozhi shouted loudly, threw away the woman in his arms, chased after Song Lan and grabbed Song Lan's wrist.
The woman turned around in pain, her beautiful face pale and wrinkled.
"He Chaozhi, what are you doing? Let go!"
"What if I don't let go?" He Chaozhi's face was terrifyingly gloomy. He leaned forward and looked at Song Lan's subtle expression.
"Song Lan, are you jealous? Just because I hugged that woman just now?"
Sensing the sarcasm in the man's words, Song Lan lowered her eyebrows and spoke sternly like a trained butler.
"Mr. He, you are joking. I am your girlfriend in name. I will fulfill my obligations and will never have any inappropriate thoughts. You can rest assured that I will never be jealous."
The woman's voice had no ups and downs like that of a robot, and the words that should have been pleasant to hear only sounded mocking in He Chaozhi's ears.
He pinched Song Lan's chin and forced her to look at him.
"If you're not jealous, why are you leaving!"
Song Lan immediately put his hand on the tip of his nose and said with shame, "Sorry, Mr. He, the smell of smoke inside is too strong. My nose can't stand it, so I have to leave first."
After answering He Chaozhi's question, Song Lan's beautiful eyes didn't even move.
"Can I go now, Mr. He?"
"..."
He Chaozhi had no reason not to let her go.
He looked sullen for a while and let go of his hand.
Song Lan quickly bowed and said, "Thank you Mr. He for your understanding. I'll go now. See you next time."
The woman walked briskly and disappeared into the corridor in the blink of an eye.
He Chaozhi squinted his eyes uncertainly, and the feeling on his fingertips became more and more wrong.
Although Song Lan had no expression just now, his sixth sense told him that Song Lan was jealous.
Otherwise, why run?
Just because I'm afraid of the smell of cigarettes? How is that possible? I smoke less in front of her.
He Chaozhi wanted to find Song Lan and ask more questions, but suddenly he heard a crisp "click."
He turned his head suddenly and saw a paparazzi wearing a peaked cap filming him.
When the paparazzi saw that they were discovered, they were so frightened that they ran away.
But there was no way he could outrun He Chaozhi, and he was quickly pinned to the ground and subdued.
"Give me the camera!"
The paparazzi weakly held up the camera with both hands, his voice trembling.
"Give it all to you. Mr. He, I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken a video of you and your girlfriend. I won't dare to do it again next time."
He Chaozhi grabbed the camera and realized that he had also filmed the quarrel between himself and Song Lan.
If the old man was tipped off and He Mingchuan found out that he and Song Lan were pretending to be in love, I'm afraid the old man would have the idea of marrying with the Shen family again.
He Chaozhi completely deleted the video and photos without blinking an eye.
He grabbed the paparazzi's hair and threatened in a condescending manner, "Take your camera and go away. If I find you again, you won't have to live in Night City."
The paparazzi ran away in fear, rolling and crawling.
He Chaozhi chased out again to find Song Lan, but he had already disappeared.
After leaving Junhuang, Song Lan walked quietly on the way home.
The stomach pain came suddenly, and she felt as if someone had slapped her with a sap, and she knelt on the ground in pain.
She had no one to take care of her since she was a child. Although it was Song Zi who raised her, Song Zi was busy and she was always full and hungry, which resulted in stomach problems.
I was busy with work today and didn't even eat brunch. I drank a glass of strong wine just now. I couldn't hold it in anymore and curled up on the ground in pain.
"It hurts, it hurts so much..."
His vision gradually blurred, and suddenly a pair of men's leather shoes appeared in his field of vision, and the man's gentle and dignified voice came from above his head with concern.
"Miss, Miss, are you okay? I'm taking you to the hospital now. Just hold on."
Song Lan's eyelids trembled slightly, and she fainted just in time to smell the aroma of the man's expensive cologne.
When I opened my eyes again, I was already in the hospital.
He Xiaoya sat by the bed and said in surprise, "Sister Lan, you finally woke up, you scared me to death! The doctor said you have a stomach attack and you need to take a good rest."
Song Lan sat up weakly, and He Xiaoya quickly helped her put a pillow on her head.
"How did you know I was in the hospital?"
He Xiaoya said, "A stranger called me on your mobile phone and said that you were sick and asked me to come to the hospital to take care of you. I don't know who that person was. When I came, he was gone.
"
Song Lan was stunned for a moment, took out his cell phone and looked for recent calls.
More than ten hours ago, he was already unconscious, but he called He Chaozhi and He Xiaoya on his mobile phone.
But records show that He Chaozhi did not answer the call.
Only He Xiaoya received it and rushed over immediately.
Song Lan's eyelashes trembled slightly, she turned off her phone and put it aside, trying to control the feeling of loss in her heart.
"I've been sleeping for almost a day, right? It's already dawn outside, when can I be discharged from the hospital?"
Before He Xiaoya could speak, Song Lan quickly lifted the quilt and got up to change clothes.
"Forget it, I can't wait that long. I remember I have a regular meeting today and I can't be late. Please help me go through the discharge procedures. I have to go to the company now."
He Xiaoya opened her mouth, but she knew that Song Lan always had the character to tell the truth, so she had to go through the discharge procedures silently.
"Sister Lan, your illness is not cured yet, don't tire yourself out."
"I know it well."
When I arrived at the company, I happened to be late for work, so I was not late.
Song Lan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately organized the documents and went to the meeting.
She spent one night in the hospital, and her condition made her look pale and haggard.
Entering the conference room, Du Qin could tell at a glance that she was sick, but he rolled his eyes as if he didn't know.
He turned around and criticized everyone in the meeting.
"Song Lan, I noticed that you haven't worked overtime since you became the deputy director. You were so diligent before, how can you slack off now? As the deputy director, you should lead by example and set an example for employees!"
Song Lan lowered his eyes and stared at the documents in front of him, and said calmly, "My business ability is completely passed the test. Even if I don't work overtime, I can complete the work on time. I don't think there is any need to work overtime."
"I go my own way and it's unreasonable!"
Du Qin scolded him severely, then raised his head arrogantly and said openly, "You are disrupting the relationship within the club and setting a bad example for everyone. You can no longer sit here as deputy director. The president also thinks the same.
So I have decided now to vote to decide whether you are still qualified to be the deputy director. The decision will be left to everyone. If everyone agrees with you, you can continue to be the deputy director. If not, you can step down and make way for me!"
