Song Lan ran into the bathroom, carefully checked that there were no marks on her body, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that what He Chaozhi said is true and he did not take advantage of others' danger.
He Chaozhi sat on the sofa and lazily raised his eyelids, "I will prepare it for you whenever the interview is going to start."
"Interview?" Song Lan was stunned for a moment before remembering what Lin Xiao said yesterday.
She instantly frowned beautifully, and her dressing movements became a little lighter.
"...I don't want to do an interview. You can leave this interview to others."
Before she could finish speaking, He Chaozhi hugged her from behind and pinched the soft flesh of Song Lan's cheek with his long, distinct fingers.
Song Lansheng's body is slender but exquisite, with not less than an inch where flesh should be.
Even her face is bright and attractive.
"We are not only lovers in name, but also bed partners. You must obey all my orders, otherwise, I will take back the black card."
The word "black card" pinched Song Lan's weakness.
Song Lan's black eyelashes were half drooped and she trembled.
Originally she became a deputy director and received a promotion and salary increase, but her money was barely enough to pay for her father's treatment in the next stage.
But Lin Xiao suddenly dismissed her, and now there are no big interviews on hand, and her salary has plummeted. Without He Chaozhi's black card, her father's medical expenses will be suspended.
"Have you thought about it?" He Chaozhi said with a smile, "If you miss this village, you won't have this store."
Song Lan bit her lip, "...I have a voice recorder in my bag, I can do the interview now."
"Smart." He Chaozhi sighed softly, "Lanlan, I know you have always been able to handle things clearly."
He could tolerate a moderate temper, but the reason he could keep Song Lan by his side was because Song Lan had never bothered him in major matters.
that's enough.
Song Lan changed into professional attire, reluctantly took out the paper, pen and recording, and began to interview He Chaozhi.
He Chaozhi's villa has a very beautiful scenery, with birds singing and the sound of gurgling water.
It is a rare and excellent interview location.
Song Lan convinced herself and asked a few business questions.
He Chaozhi answered boringly, staring at the fair-skinned woman in front of him without blinking, and raised his lips and said, "Why are you only asking these serious people and not asking about my private life? I think everyone will be very interested.
Know."
"..." Song Lan suppressed the urge to roll her eyes at him and continued to ask.
"Then let me ask Mr. He, is there anything special about your private life?"
"Special is not special, but I am a long-term lover, and my girlfriend Song Lan has always been the only one around me."
He Chaozhi stared at Song Lan closely and spoke word by word with a smile.
Song Lan felt calm and calmly recorded his words.
After experiencing despair several times, she could only understand the tricks played by men. She would never believe them again, let alone be moved by them.
"Really, then Miss Song is really lucky." Song Lan recited the lines calmly.
He Chaozhi's handsome eyebrows raised in displeasure.
He suddenly leaned forward and pulled Song Lan's chair in front of him.
Song Lan was startled, and quickly covered the recorder to avoid recording noise, and looked at He Chaozhi in surprise.
"What are you doing?"
"You're jealous, right?" He Chaozhi smiled.
"I don't!"
"You are just jealous - I admit that I hugged another woman that day, but that woman was sent to me by a group of friends, and I couldn't disgrace them. After you left, I sent her away, okay?
It's just a joke, but I congratulate Chaozhi for not being such a scumbag."
He Chaozhi said seriously that he was ruthless at best and showed no mercy to any woman.
He won't waste his time on any woman.
Song Lan is the only exception.
"At least my current girlfriend is you, I remember that."
Song Lan looked away, refusing to look at him, and her tone remained indifferent.
"Mr. He, we are conducting an interview now, please be more serious. Also, our relationship is only external, internal, so you don't need such sweet words."
He Chaozhi raised his hand and pinched her soft cheek, "What you said is really unpleasant. Okay, let's continue the interview."
He did not deny what Song Lan said. After the interview was over, he stood up and walked into the kitchen.
"There's still a while before going to work, I'll make you breakfast."
"Can you make breakfast?" Song Lan's red lips parted slightly, and her beautiful eyes widened.
She had thought that He Chaozhi was a young master who never touched Yang Chun Shui, and that everything he ate and drank had to be fed to his mouth by others.
"Hey, who are you looking down on?" He Chaozhi said lazily, put on his apron and started beating eggs.
The delicious aroma of food slowly came from the kitchen. Although Song Lan doubted He Chaozhi's cooking skills, looking at the man's busy back in the kitchen, she felt an inexplicable throbbing deep in her heart.
...an illusion must be an illusion.
Song Lan lowered her eyes and pressed her chest, whispering to calm herself down and not to make any emotional mistakes again.
Before breakfast was ready, the cell phone in He Chaozhi's pocket rang.
He Chaozhi did not shy away from suspicion and said directly, "Song Lan, answer the phone for me."
Song Lan acted like a personal secretary and obediently took out her cell phone to answer the call.
It's not another messy woman, it's Jiang Yurong.
The note He Chaozhi gave her was very perfunctory, with only one word: Jiang.
One glance showed He Chaozhi's indifference and disgust towards Jiang Yurong.
"Hello, aunt, it's not convenient for Chao Zhi to answer the phone right now. What can I do for you?"
Song Lan's voice was soft and polite, but her fingertips were trembling slightly.
Jiang Yurong heard Song Lan's voice, hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "It's Song Lan. I don't have anything else to do. I just want to tell you that Chao Zhi's father asked you to come back for dinner on the weekend. Remember to come."
They had a bad time last time, and both of their voices were full of etiquette and dignity.
Song Lan lowered her eyes and said expressionlessly, "But Auntie, I have an important interview that day, so I might not be able to come."
"Why is it such a coincidence that it happened on that day?" Jiang Yurong said regretfully, "Well, you can take good care of Chao Zhi for us. You are Chao Zhi's girlfriend and you are very considerate. Chao Zhi will leave it to you."
Jiang Yurong's tone was soft and pampered, and Song Lan clenched her fingertips unconsciously.
She can be so considerate to a child who is not her biological child. Does this woman really have any heart?
Does she still remember that she has a biological daughter, and her husband was killed in a car accident and is still bedridden and dying?
I'm afraid I don't remember it long ago.
The He family is so rich and lives in luxury.
How could she possibly remember those two oil bottles?
Cold resentment grew in his bones, Song Lan's eyes turned red, and he spoke in a low voice.
"Aunt He, if you have time, you should go to worship Buddha and visit the Bodhisattvas. Otherwise, your sins are so heavy that they will come back to bite you sooner or later. If you still have half a conscience, you should go and repent.
"
Instead of being here, servilely trying to please the son of your husband’s ex-wife!
