He Chaozhi did not expect that the woman would dare to exert all her energy to work as soon as she woke up, and her handsome face suddenly sank.
"Do you want to die? If you don't think you will live long, just find a lake and jump into it. Don't die in front of me. I will send someone to rescue you."
"..." Song Lan thought, if He Chaozhi was mute, he would be perfect.
Why does he have such a long mouth? His speech is so ugly.
Song Lan lowered his eyes and looked at the computer, "I have been in coma for three days, and my work has piled up like a mountain. I can't rest any more. Besides, I am not tired when I lie down to work."
"Is this a question of whether you are tired or not?" He Chaozhi laughed angrily when he saw that she refused to listen and was still working stubbornly.
He stepped forward, closed the computer forcefully, and took it away from Song Lan's hand. His face was as ugly as he wanted.
"Lie down and sleep, and don't do any tricks under my nose. When the doctor says you have fully recovered, you can work again."
Song Lan watched helplessly as her precious computer flew away, her eyes almost glued to the notebook.
"...I've been sleeping for three days, and I'm really full."
"If you can't sleep, you have to let me sleep!"
…
Helpless, Song Lan could only stare at Chaozhi's gloomy gaze and was forced to rest for another day.
The next morning, the doctor came to check the ward.
Song Lan couldn't wait to ask the doctor when she would be discharged from the hospital.
The next second, he was met with a killing look from He Chaozhi.
Fortunately, the doctor was very considerate and said at that time that Song Lan was only slightly injured and could be discharged from the hospital.
If He Chaozhi hadn't been there, Song Lan would have gotten up and cheered for him.
"Look, the doctors said I'm cured and I can work, right? Where's my computer?"
After sending the doctor away, Song Lan got up to change clothes and prepare to be discharged from the hospital.
He Chaozhi had a look on his face with his hands behind his back. His tall figure was much taller than Song Lan, and he was as noble as a mountain.
Song Lan was a little taken aback by his aura, and quietly retracted her white hands, looking at He Chaozhi with her beautiful eyes.
But his mouth was still stubborn, "He Chaozhi, where is my computer?"
A cold snort escaped from the tip of He Chaozhi's nose, "You are becoming more and more lawless. You were hospitalized twice and you didn't learn a lesson?"
Song Lan pretended to be stupid, mainly because she really didn't have time.
The matter of Qin Haifeng's interview must be handled as soon as possible.
"Stop making trouble, He Chaozhi, give me the computer quickly, I'm going to work."
Song Lan hesitated for a long time before He Chaozhi reluctantly returned her notebook to her.
Then someone packed her luggage, went through the discharge procedures in person, and led Song Lan out of the hospital with a cold face.
"It only takes three, Song Lan. If you do it a third time, I won't care about you even if you die."
Song Lan smiled.
She knew that He Chaozhi would not refuse to save her.
Although it is impossible for He Chaozhi to regard her as his real girlfriend... but at least they have been "cooperating" partners for such a long time.
Song Lan probably had hard work even if he didn't have any merit.
"I know, I'm sorry for making you worry."
He Chaozhi was stunned, turned his head and gave her a complicated look, then gave her a cold face and said, "Get in the car!"
He Chaozhi sent Song Lan downstairs at KEO. When Song Lan got out of the car, He Chaozhi suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Remember what I just said, it's just a matter of three things. If you dare to encounter danger again, I won't care about you..."
"I know, I know, bye."
Song Lan didn't wait for He Chaozhi to finish speaking, then interrupted He Chaozhi with a smile, waved his hand, and closed the car door.
The man was left stunned, angrily and laughing, looking through the car window at her figure who quickly disappeared in front of the gate.
"You are so heartless." He Chaozhi gritted his teeth and said.
Arriving at the magazine, Song Lan's arrival did not attract too many people's attention.
Song Lan knew that He Chaozhi should have asked for leave for her in advance.
He Xiaoya ran over and said, "Sister Lan, you are finally here. Have you recovered from your illness? Hey, your face -"
He Xiaoya pointed to the little bruise on Song Lan's cheek in surprise.
Song Lan was slapped twice by the bald man, and the force was quite strong. Although he rested for a few days and used the best medicine, the bruises were not easy to disappear.
Song Lan quirked her eyebrows. She didn't expect that even though she applied so much concealer, it would still be seen.
She touched her cheekbones nonchalantly, "It's okay, I accidentally fell while walking. By the way, Xiaoya, help me make an appointment with the person in charge of MC. I have something to talk to them about."
"Oh okay, I'll go now!"
In the afternoon, He Xiaoya told Song Lan that they had made an appointment.
Because the person in charge of MC is busy, the time will be about an hour later.
Song Lan checked the time, picked up her bag and ran, "Then I'll go first. You wait for my news at the magazine."
"Okay Sister Lan, be careful on the road and don't fall again!"
…
Song Lan rushed to MC as quickly as possible, with exactly half an hour left.
She slowed down and walked into the elevator.
There was someone in the elevator. Song Lan didn't pay attention. As soon as he pressed the floor button, Joey's sharp and sinister tone came from behind him.
"Oh my, isn't this Song Lan, the deputy director of KEO? Song Lan, why did you come to our MC? Why? You dislike KEO for being too small and can't accommodate a giant Buddha like you, so you plan to turn over the dark side and come to our MC to submit your name.
Already?"
Song Lan was worried that he wouldn't be able to see her, but he didn't expect that they met in the elevator on a narrow road.
She turned around, her cold eyes wandering across Joey's proud and arrogant face, and she suddenly raised her lips and smiled.
"Joy, you are so crazy. I thought you were going to buy MC soon. I don't think your boss is as showy as you."
Joey rolled his eyes.
MC is a first-rate magazine in the industry, second to none, but she just looks down on the second-rate KEO. What’s wrong?
"That's what I'm proud of. It's not like you, who has become the deputy director and is so incompetent that you can't even get an interview."
Joey crossed his arms and sneered at the fact that he was the first to send Qin Haifeng's interview.
This is what Song Lan is here to talk about today.
But she was talking to the person in charge of MC, not Joey, so she didn't bother to respond.
She turned around and ignored Joey, but Joey kept talking.
"I heard that you have only been in the industry for a few years, and now you have become the deputy director of KEO. Is it that your KEO is really at the end of its rope and there is no one left, or are you using some disgraceful means to squeeze people out?
"
Song Lan turned his back to Joey and said nonchalantly, "Well, you guessed it right, the last person who went against me is now in prison."
Joey was stunned for a moment, thinking she was joking, covering his lips and chuckling, "Song Lan, don't think that you are great because you have a financial backer. Being a reporter relies on your strength, and men will always get tired of you.
, when your body loses its appeal to men, you will be no better than the mud under my feet."
