The nurse came and asked Song Lan to go in for bandage. He Chaozhi and Han Zicheng talked about work outside for a while, and Han Zicheng left politely.
When Song Lan came out, Han Zicheng had already left.
Han Zicheng was a person she admired very much in the industry. Seeing him leave, Song Lan felt a little disappointed.
"Are you leaving now?"
She also wanted to be alone with Han Zicheng in person.
He Chaozhi sneered angrily, leaned forward, and pinched the soft flesh on Song Lan's cheek.
"You are my nominal girlfriend now. Why can't you control yourself when you see other men? Why do you want to talk to him so much?"
What's so good about Han Zicheng?
He is just young and promising, so is it bad for him to congratulate Chaozhi?
Song Lan glanced at the man and whispered something in a low voice.
"I didn't chat with him for a few words. It was obviously you who was talking to him."
"How dare you talk back?"
He Chaozhi snorted coldly and picked up Song Lan, not caring about the looks from around him.
"I'll punish you when I go back."
He carried Song Lan into the car, first pressed her on the seat and kissed her. When he arrived at the villa, he took off his suit jacket and put it on Song Lan. He personally carried the woman out of the car and entered the door.
Song Lan buried her face in her suit jacket and remained silent throughout the whole process.
It's not that I'm shy, it's that I'm too lazy to talk to him.
She has been He Chaozhi's bed partner for so long, and has long been accustomed to men's dominance in this regard. It seems that she can't escape tonight.
"Chaozhi, you're back - you, you guys."
A gentle female voice came out in surprise.
The moment Song Lan heard this voice, it was as if his blood had been drained. He opened his eyes with a cold face and looked towards the living room.
Jiang Yurong stood in front of the sofa and looked awkwardly at He Chaozhi who was hugging Song Lan.
"Aunt Rong? Why are you here?"
He Chaozhi raised his eyebrows and had no intention of putting Song Lan down.
Song Lan frowned and struggled to get out of He Chaozhi's arms.
Standing still on her feet, she didn't even look at Jiang Yurong.
Jiang Yurong also knew that Song Lan seemed to have a problem with her, so she took the first two steps without taking the initiative to greet her.
"You haven't been back for too long. I came here today just to see if you are doing well. Seeing that your relationship is so good, I feel relieved."
She looked gently at the hands held by the two of them.
He Chaozhi always had only half respect for Jiang Yurong, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Now that you've finished reading, can you leave?"
He didn't want anyone to disturb him and Song Lan.
Jiang Yurong's smile faded. She walked slowly to Song Lan and spoke hesitantly.
"Actually, I came here for another purpose. Song Lan, you contradicted me twice. I'm not angry with you. I think you may have a little misunderstanding of me. If you marry into the He family in the future, sooner or later we will
If you don’t see me with your head up, you might as well get the misunderstanding out of the way so as not to cause trouble to Chao Zhi, are you right?”
Jiang Yurong's voice was gentle and gentle, exactly like the voice of her mother that Song Lan fantasized about when she was a child.
But now it sounds so hypocritical and disgusting.
She lowered her gaze and wore her long hair shawl, covering most of her expression.
"Aunt He, you are joking. I am a stranger. I am just not very familiar with the people around Chao Zhi. It will naturally get better as time goes by."
Jiang Yurong said patiently, "Then you can come and talk to me often when you have time. I'm bored at home alone. Once we get to know each other, there won't be any conflicts."
Seeing Jiang Yurong holding Song Lan and talking non-stop, He Chaozhi's last bit of patience was exhausted.
With a tug of his long arm, he pulled Song Lan into his arms.
He Chaozhi lazily pulled his lower lip and said impatiently to Jiang Yurong, "Aunt Rong, if you are bored alone, you can go find the old man. He married you, not Song Lan."
He Chaozhi has always had a surly temper. Jiang Yurong has been in He's house for so long and still can't touch He Chaozhi's body.
Her face turned slightly pale, and she said in embarrassment and helplessness, "This... your father is very angry recently and has a lot of work. I dare not disturb him."
"Then it's even more your fault, Aunt Rong."
He Chaozhi said almost indifferently, "As the old man's successor, your responsibility is to solve his problems. Otherwise, is he marrying you, an unprofitable woman, into the He family to create trouble for himself?"
"Chaozhi..." Jiang Yurong was choked by him and turned pale, showing an expression of panic.
Song Lan also raised his head at this time, and said uncontrollably, "It was Uncle He's decision for her to marry into the He family, and she did not come here to be a slave. She should be treated with the most basic respect."
At least, He Chaozhi is not someone who can contradict him!
He Chaozhi glanced at her in surprise.
Before, Song Lan was indifferent to Jiang Yurong. Why did her attitude suddenly change and she even spoke for Jiang Yurong?
He Chaozhi narrowed his black eyes and looked at Song Lan without saying a word.
Song Lan also noticed his gaffe, clenched his fingertips and turned his head.
Is she crazy?
How could you blurt out and speak for this woman who abandoned her husband and daughter!
Jiang Yurong saw the awkwardness in the atmosphere. She had long been used to being stuck in the middle in the He family. She quickly smiled and said with relief, "Don't quarrel over me. I did it wrong. I
I shouldn’t bother you, but I’m already here, so why don’t I help you cook a meal, you haven’t eaten yet? I’ll leave as soon as I’m done, okay?”
He Chaozhi hesitated for a moment. If he wanted to eat, he could ask his secretary to bring it to any hotel while it was hot.
But Song Lan has a bad stomach and likes to eat sweet and fresh food at night.
He Chaozhi said indifferently, "Whatever you want, Aunt Rong."
Jiang Yurong smiled softly and rolled up her sleeves, "Okay, then you guys wait a moment and I'll cook."
Jiang Yurong's figure was busy in the kitchen, which gave the cold villa a bit of a human atmosphere.
He Chaozhi hugged Song Lan and sat on the sofa in the living room, closing his eyes to rest.
"Aunt Rong has this kind of character and is quite submissive. This is also the reason why I tolerate her. Rather than letting the old man marry a few bad people, it is better to let her accompany the old man and save me trouble."
Song Lan sat quietly, as if she hadn't heard He Chaozhi's words, she remained motionless.
Only his eyes were looking at the kitchen light quietly and coldly.
After a while, Jiang Yurong came out with three dishes and one soup.
She took off her apron and greeted them gently, "It's done. Come and eat while it's hot."
Jiang Yurong's cooking skills are incredible. Although He Chaozhi doesn't like her, he won't reject her cooking.
The three dishes and one soup were all home-cooked side dishes. Jiang Yurong smiled implicitly and said, "I was too pressed for time, so I didn't prepare in advance, so I just made some with the vegetables in the refrigerator, and you guys can eat it."
Song Lan grabbed the chopsticks, took a piece of kale and put it into her mouth, biting it slowly and slowly.
Snow-white rice, light dishes, just a few homemade stir-fry dishes, but Song Lan's heart felt like it had been rubbed hard, and it was so broken that she couldn't pick it up.
A tear welled up from her eyes and fell into the rice.
