Song Lan, who had just woken up, had clear eyes and looked at He Chaozhi helplessly.
"Can you please stop lecturing me? I'm hungry."
She stayed in the cave for two days and three nights, eating only a small piece of bread and half a piece of chocolate.
Got caught in a mudslide again.
My whole stomach was empty, my limbs were limp, and I didn't even have the strength to speak.
He Chaozhi said coldly, "I should starve you so that you can have a better memory so that you can be a good person in the future."
He stood up indifferently, opened a can of white porridge in an insulated box, and stirred it repeatedly with a snow-white porcelain bowl and a spoon. When the temperature stopped scalding his mouth, he personally fed it to Song Lan's lips.
"She should be left there to fend for herself like that wolf-hearted Shen Yingxue, why bother to save her."
Song Lan was helpless again.
She doesn't want to save people, her desire for survival is stronger than anyone else.
But she also understood that she was in charge of this department trip.
If any of her colleagues died, Lin Xiao would definitely blame herself. Not only would her career be ruined, she would not even have the chance to avenge her father.
She can't afford to gamble.
Song Lan took a sip of the porridge and said, "It's still hot."
He Chaozhi flicked her forehead with his finger and said coldly, "You're just so squeamish."
Song Lan pouted.
If you feed porridge, feed it well. How can you be punished?
This man is really narrow-minded.
After drinking half a bowl of porridge, Song Lan's body temperature finally rose.
It's been too long since I've eaten, so it's not advisable to overeat, so He Chaozhi put the porridge back first.
"Where is Shen Yingxue, is she okay?" Song Lan asked with a frown.
If something happens to Shen Yingxue, the Shen family will make trouble for her.
"Do you still have time to ask her?" When Shen Yingxue was mentioned, He Chaozhi did not hide the boredom and disgust on his face.
"Of course she's going where she should go. Don't worry, the Shen family can't hurt you."
Song Lan was stunned for a moment.
This place that we should go to refers to the Shen family?
But the tone doesn't sound like that.
While she was distracted, the doctor came.
The doctor checked her organs with a stethoscope, stood up and said, "The rescue was quite timely and the organs were not damaged, but the leg bone was severely fractured. You should rest for a while."
"Thank you doctor, but I still have to work." Song Lan really missed the magazine.
She was afraid that Lin Xiao and Du Qin would do something wrong while she was away from the magazine.
"You're so injured, why do you still work? Just take care of yourself as the doctor tells you." He Chaozhi spoke displeased.
"But--"
Song Lan still wanted to argue, but when she saw He Chaozhi's majestic dark eyes, she gave up the idea, "...then let's keep it for now."
Seeing that the woman was still obedient, a faint smile appeared in He Chaozhi's eyes.
He asked the doctor to go out first and sat beside Song Lan's bed, with his slender legs crossed, as if he was in charge.
"Your apartment is too small, and you don't have a nanny yet. It's easy for you to bump into yourself. During this period of time to recover from your injuries, you can stay in my villa first. I'll have someone help you pack your luggage later."
"Live in your villa?" Song Lan was stunned for a moment.
Her weak and quiet black eyes were in a trance for a while, and her palms curled up.
If she lives in He Chaozhi's private villa, will her revenge plan be one step closer?
If your aunt knows, she will be very happy, right?
"What's wrong, you don't want to?" He Chaozhi looked at Song Lan's white, bandaged legs, and raised his thin lips into a sarcastic smile.
"You look like a limping lame, how can you still take care of yourself? I'm afraid that if you are not careful, you will send yourself to the hospital again, and you will have to have your legs amputated next time."
Song Lan: "..."
If you can’t speak, don’t speak!
She lowered her eyes, recalled Song Zi's teachings, and said softly.
"As long as Mr. He doesn't dislike me, it's fine. Mr. He is willing to accept me as a patient. Of course I am grateful to Mr. He."
"It's quite interesting." He Chaozhi raised his lips, but quickly reduced the curvature.
Two days later, Song Lan was discharged from the hospital.
He Chaozhi walked in with a woman in her fifties. The woman had a gentle smile. As soon as she entered the door, she quickly packed up the things in the ward.
Song Lan was slightly startled, then saw He Chaozhi explaining, "This is the nanny of the He family. She brought me up since I was a child. You can just call her Aunt Fu."
Song Lan called Aunt Fu in a low voice, and Aunt Fu quickly turned around and said, "You must be the young master's girlfriend. You are so beautiful and a perfect match for the young master. Miss Song will rest in peace and recuperate from now on. I will take good care of you."
"Then I'll trouble you." Song Lan nodded lightly and said with a smile.
It is really difficult for her to recover from her illness alone because she has limited legs and feet.
With Aunt Fu, you don’t have to worry about bumps and bumps.
Aunt Fu packed her things and loaded them into the car.
He Chaozhi picked up Song Lan and got into the car. The two left the hospital and came to He Chaozhi's private villa.
Aunt Fu quickly took out the folding wheelchair and said to Song Lan, "Ms. Song, sit on it and I'll push you in."
It was not the first time for Song Lan to come to He Chaozhi's villa, but it was the first time that he came in a wheelchair, so he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
He Chaozhi watched in amusement from the side, walked over and said, "Let me do it, she is afraid of life."
Aunt Fu quickly got out of the way.
He Chaozhi personally held the wheelchair and pushed Song Lan in.
Song Lan whispered nervously, "The wheelchair has armrests, so I can do it by myself."
He Chaozhi didn't say anything, but directly covered the woman's cold fingertips, suppressed her strength, and pushed her into the villa.
In the villa, the guest room for Song Lan has already been prepared.
Light and elegant, very tasteful.
Song Lan was naturally not picky about He Chaozhi's taste, but he was in a trance when he walked into the guest bedroom.
Unexpectedly, she would live in He Chaozhi's house one day.
If you live a long time, you can encounter anything.
Now that we have moved in, the next step of the plan is about to begin.
"How about it? Do you like it? The wallpaper and curtains are specially changed for you." He Chaozhi lowered his eyes and smiled.
He has always been generous to women.
Song Lan looked at the expensive silk curtains for a long time and nodded slightly.
"like."
…
After settling Song Lan, He Chaozhi handed Song Lan over to Aunt Fu.
Before going out, he repeatedly asked Aunt Fu to take good care of Song Lan, and then left for the company.
After He Chaozhi left, Aunt Fu said, "Miss Song, I'll go upstairs to dry the clothes. You can rest in the room for a while."
Seeing Song Lan nodding, she left.
Song Lan was wandering around the villa alone. After a while, she heard a knock on the door. She called out, "Aunt Fu, someone is here. Do you want to open the door, Aunt Fu?"
Aunt Fu was probably on the top floor and didn't hear Song Lan's call.
Afraid of being an important guest, Song Lan padded out in a wheelchair.
He Chaozhi was afraid that her wheelchair would be inconvenient, so he placed her guest room on the first floor.
Arriving at the entrance, Song Lan was sitting in a wheelchair. He couldn't see clearly the faces of the visitors on the call screen. He reached out and opened the door, "Who are you..."
