Shen Yingxue was like a rag, coldly discarded by He Chaozhi.
She fell to the ground, bit her lip and shouted in grievance, "He Chaozhi, I am also the woman you grew up with as your childhood sweetheart. Why can't I compare to that bitch!"
"Shut up!"
He Chaozhi's face became darker when he heard her mention Song Lan.
"You are inferior to me in every aspect. I don't care how you got this opportunity from Song Lan, but if you dare to do it again, I will make your entire Shen family pay the price!"
He Chaozhi ignored Shen Yingxue's resentful gaze and strode away.
Behind him, Shen Yingxue sat alone on the ground, shivering from the cold.
She was still wearing a thin suspender nightgown, and tears of grievance fell from her eyes.
There were hotel guests staying not far away, pointing at the scantily clad Shen Yingxue.
Shen Yingxue hurriedly put on her clothes, hugged herself tightly, and ran away in a hurry.
While running, Shen Yingxue cursed Song Lan's name.
"Bitch, it's all your fault, I shouldn't believe you!"
Song Lan must have deliberately made her look good and asked He Chaozhi to humiliate her!
She can't spare Song Lan!
…
Downstairs in the hotel, just as the driver was about to leave, he saw his young master leaving and returning in anger.
"Master, why are you back..."
"Drive to Song Lan Apartment!"
He Chaozhi's tone was so gloomy that the driver didn't dare to ask any more questions and drove quickly.
Thinking of Shen Yingxue's disgusting appearance just now, He Chaozhi felt manic and depressed.
He pulled open the two buttons on his chest with force, his breathing was still tight, Song Lan, Song Lan...
It seemed like I had to recite her name a hundred times to relieve my hatred.
He Chaozhi dialed Song Lan's cell phone before arriving.
After a while, Song Lan answered.
He Chaozhi asked coldly, "Are you at home? What's going on with Shen Yingxue? She can't possibly know where we are for no reason. Did you tell her?"
"So what?"
Song Lan was sitting on the rooftop. She drank some wine and her voice was muffled.
"You, He Chaozhi, have the qualifications to choose who to interview, but don't I, Song Lan, have the qualifications to decide whether I go or not?"
"——Song Lan, don't forget that you took the initiative to ask me out tonight!" He Chaozhi gritted his teeth.
If the woman was really in front of him, he would probably kill her.
What do you think of him? He comes and goes away as soon as you call him. Is He Chaozhi her dog?
"Well, I made an appointment with you, but suddenly I don't want to go... Shen Yingxue likes you so much, so don't let her down and just stay together."
Song Lan chuckled and talked drunkenly.
He Chaozhi heard her drunken tone and raised his eyebrows in confusion.
The driver said, "Master, Miss Song's apartment has arrived."
He Chaozhi raised his eyes and looked at the window. It was dark and without lights.
His tone suddenly became serious, "Where are you? Are you not at home?"
"Me, you don't care where I am..." Song Lan chuckled, dissenting with He Chaozhi indulgently.
She was really happy. When she was drunk, she could live her life casually without worrying about her revenge plan.
Laugh if you want to laugh, cry if you want to cry, scold if you want to scold.
"Song Lan!" He Chaozhi's voice tightened. Thinking that the woman might be drunk now, his tone added a hint of helplessness.
"Tell me where you are. It's very late and it's not safe for you to be outside alone."
"I'm on the rooftop. There's no one else here except me. It's very safe... It's not safe to be with you, He Chaozhi!"
Song Lan muttered in a condemning tone.
He Chao choked up and was somewhat speechless.
But luckily I got out of her words.
He Chaozhi remembered that there was a rooftop on the roof of Song Lan's apartment. He got off the car and went upstairs, all the way to the rooftop at the top.
Sure enough, above, I saw Song Lan who was blown into a little fool by the wind.
Song Lan was dozing off in a daze while holding the bottle of wine, her cold body shivering in the wind.
Beside her feet were bottles of wine, and she didn't know how much she drank.
He Chaozhi's face turned pale with anger. He walked up to Song Lan and pinched her chin.
"Song Lan, why are you so crazy? Are you drinking so much just to make me angry?"
"He Chaozhi, you are here."
Song Lan raised his head blankly, his beautiful eyes that had lost focus focused for a long time before he could see the man's face clearly.
Her blushing little face wrinkled, her green-white fingertips gently touched her breathless chest, and she said distressedly.
"I don't want to drink either, but it hurts. It hurts so much here. It hurt especially last night and it hurts today too. If I don't drink, the pain won't stop."
As she said this, she continued to drink.
He Chaozhi hurriedly took away the wine bottle.
Last night? Wasn't that the time she saw herself with other women in Junhuang?
So last night - Song Lan was really jealous?
He Chaozhi's anger was inexplicably less intense. He picked up the drunk woman, lifted his thin lips, and sneered.
"It's obvious that I'm jealous, so I'm being stubborn, so wake up."
The woman in his arms was lying obediently, her long eyelashes drooping, trembling slightly with her soft breathing.
He Chaozhi cursed in a low voice, accepted his fate, picked up Song Lan and went downstairs.
"Go to my villa."
He Chaozhiyan gave the driver concise and concise instructions and held Song Lan in his arms the whole time without letting go.
It is rare for a drunk woman to be well-behaved.
She curled up in his arms, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep.
He Chaozhi was angry and funny, and suddenly felt that his anger tonight was meaningless.
He raised his hand and stroked Song Lan's waterfall-like black hair, and said in a deep and pleasant voice, "...You are really sent by God to defeat me. Do you really think I can't do anything to you?"
…
One night passed.
Song Lan sat up sleepily and yawned delicately.
Before she could get over her drunkenness, she vaguely thought she was at her own home, so she lifted up the quilt and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash up.
The bathroom door suddenly opened, and the man's smooth chest came face to face.
Song Lan threw herself at He Chaozhi. When she saw what was in front of her clearly, her eyes suddenly opened wide.
"He Chaozhi!? Why are you here!"
"Shouldn't I say this?"
He Chaozhi leaned forward, held her chin, and asked her to look around.
"This is my home. If I'm not here, where would I be?"
Only then did Song Lan realize that they were actually in He Chaozhi's private villa.
He Chaozhi had just taken a shower, and his body exuded the faint scent of sea salt and lemon shower gel. His half-smiling look made Song Lan feel a little unsure.
She only remembered that she drank a lot last night, then answered the call from Tong He Chaozhi, and opposed him...
Song Lan tilted his head hesitantly, "You didn't do anything to me last night, right?"
The pajamas she was wearing were no longer the ones she wore last night.
He Chaozhi grabbed the towel, rubbed his wet hair, and walked forward calmly, "Don't worry, I just helped you change your clothes. I have no desire for you to be so drunk."
Fortunately, Song Lan didn't make a fuss after drinking, but just slept.
If she suddenly gets up to sing and dance and vomits, He Chaozhi will definitely throw her out the door.
Instead of letting her spend the night in her own bed.
