Song Lan raised his head and saw the simple sign at the street entrance.
"...It can't be such a coincidence, right?"
Song Lan originally didn't want to go, but since it was so close, she hesitated and went to the appointment.
Han Ziguo actually sat by the window. As soon as he put down his phone, he saw Song Lan's petite figure walking in the cold wind outside the window.
He was startled, thinking that he had seen it wrong. When Song Lan lifted the windproof cloth of the gearbox and came to him, Han Zicheng smiled awkwardly.
"I thought Miss Song wouldn't come, but I didn't expect you to come so quickly."
Song Lan was still holding the remaining half bottle of beer in his hand, "It's boring to drink alone anyway."
When Han Zicheng saw the wine bottle, he suddenly realized, "It turns out that Miss Song is also worried about something, but I didn't expect that Miss Song, you are usually so... informal."
Han Zicheng couldn't help but smile when he saw Song Lan's loose hair, open coat, and bold gesture of holding a wine bottle.
Song Lan looked embarrassed, "Are you ready to drink? Why are you so long-winded?"
Han Zicheng hurriedly said, "Drink, drink."
The two of them sat down, and Han Zicheng asked the boss how many signature stir-fried dishes he wanted.
Song Lan put his hands in his pockets and looked blankly at the white mist condensing on the window, "Mr. Han is the CEO of MC and has a huge fortune. I didn't expect that he would come to this kind of food stall to eat."
Han Zicheng thoughtfully rinsed her chopsticks with hot water and handed them to her, "I usually live a frugal life. This stall is close to the company. When I work overtime, this is the only one still open, so I go back and forth.
Yes, I’m used to it.”
Han Zicheng was afraid that Song Lan wouldn't like it, so he explained, "Although it looks simple, it tastes good. You can give it a try."
Song Lan looked at Han Zicheng's nervous face and couldn't help laughing.
"I don't mean to dislike Mr. Han. To be honest, I also like to eat food stalls. Although I haven't eaten in a long time, I still like it. This is much better than those high-end restaurants."
No entertainment, no excuses, no transactions and benefits... just hot meals.
Every time Song Lan comes to these places, her heart feels soothed.
"Don't keep calling me Miss Song. My name is Song Lan. Just call me by my name."
When Han Zicheng heard what she said, he breathed a sigh of relief and laughed sincerely, "Okay Song Xiao...Song Lan, please call me Zi Cheng."
"Well, Han Zicheng." Song Lan didn't hesitate and called Han Zicheng's name openly.
The boss served the hot food, and Song Lan hugged the bowl and ate it happily.
When Han Zicheng saw how happy she was eating, the corner of his mouth never moved.
"Song Lan, I invite you here because I sincerely want to apologize to you. Regarding Xue Qi and Joey, it was my inability to discipline them and my lax supervision that caused you to suffer. I have already suspended them and deducted their pay.
We hope that we can put aside our past grudges and get back on good terms."
Han Zicheng offered him a glass of wine and said sincerely.
Song Lan clinked glasses with him and said cheerfully, "MC handled it in a timely manner, and I didn't suffer any big losses. Just your words will do the trick."
"Then you are willing to forgive me? That's great." Han Zicheng smiled and said, "I like your generous character very much. If you don't mind, can we be friends?"
"Yes, it is an honor for me, Song Lan, to be the friend of President MC." Song Lan said modestly.
During the meal, Han Zicheng was sincere and enthusiastic, Song Lan advanced and retreated in a measured manner, and both of them were in a good mood.
Song Lan couldn't help but drink a few more drinks and became drunk. Han Zicheng helped her out of the food stall and put her in a taxi.
"Song Lan, can you be alone? Otherwise, I will send you downstairs?"
"No, no, no, I can do it on my own, Han Zicheng...bye!" Song Lan waved his hands drunkenly and closed the car door neatly.
Although she verbally agreed to be friends with Han Zicheng, she was still xenophobic in her heart.
She doesn't want Han Zicheng to know where she lives, even if he is a good person.
The night market is not far from the apartment and will be there in a short time.
Song Lan used the last of his wits to pay the money, then climbed out of the taxi, his drunken figure walking forward crookedly like a zombie.
"Song Lan, why didn't you go home so late and went out to get drunk?"
The man's low, cold roar came.
Song Lan was stunned and turned around.
I saw a tall man wearing a black suit and a coat walking out from the shadow of the tree. Isn't this He Chaozhi?
Although Song Lan was drunk, he still remembered that he told He Chaozhi just two hours ago not to meet each other, right?
"Why are you here?" Song Lan's mind, which was poisoned by alcohol, was spinning very slowly, "You wouldn't have been waiting downstairs at my house until now, right?"
Congratulations to Chao Zhi for his anger.
Unwilling to admit this, he took two steps forward, grabbed the woman's wrist, and pulled her shaky body into his arms.
"You are so brave to be wandering out alone so late at night!"
He lowered his head and smelled the smell of alcohol on Song Lan's body, and became even more angry, "How much did you drink?"
Song Lan felt guilty and simply closed her eyes without looking at him, "Not much, just a little."
"You can get so drunk at just a little bit, you are really——" He Chaozhi gritted his teeth.
Song Lan originally thought that he was definitely going to scold her, but she didn't expect that he was silent for a while and suddenly turned into a sigh.
"Do you like me so much that after you quarrel with me, you go get drunk to numb yourself?"
Song Lan: "..."
Men are really narcissistic.
She pushed He Chaozhi away speechlessly to prevent him from having more fantasies.
"Okay, I'm home. You can go back. Bye."
Song Lan stumbled up the stairs, He Chaozhi following him like a shadow. When he opened the door, Song Lan didn't see the threshold under his feet and stumbled forward.
"careful."
He Chaozhi wanted to pull her away, but Song Lan took her down with him.
A few seconds later, Song Lan was lying on a piece of male flesh pad that was well-proportioned and elastic to the touch.
She touched the soft "carpet" under her body in the dark and expressed deep doubts.
"Hey, when did my carpet become so soft?"
If you're not sure, try again.
He Chaozhi took advantage of her and touched her hands several times. He got up angrily and grabbed the woman's wrist, "Stop touching her. Are you a female hooligan?"
Song Lan wowed, "The carpet can talk."
He Chaozhi gave her a shock, "Please wake up."
This time, Song Lan, who was in pain, was completely awake.
After seeing clearly that the thing under him was not a carpet but He Chaozhi, Song Lan silently got up, walked into the living room, curled up on the sofa and became motionless.
He Chaozhi closed the door and followed him in.
The petite little woman in the darkness suddenly raised her head and asked him, "He Chaozhi, why do you question my ability to work? Am I really a failure?"
He Chaozhi raised his eyebrows, it's been a few hours, why are he still struggling with this issue.
