He Chaozhi said funnyly, "That's not true. I have never doubted your ability. I just think it is too hard. You can obviously have a better choice."
Wouldn't it be better to just let him help and make the work easier and more convenient?
Song Lan lowered her face in despair, her black hair and snowy skin looked like dark clouds holding up the moon.
"No, you don't understand. You are the young master of the He family. You don't understand this feeling."
I don’t understand the feeling of having to rely on myself, being burdened with hatred since birth, and being swept away in the sea of hatred.
He Chaozhi was surprised why Song Lan's tone was so sad. He walked over, turned on a night light next to the sofa, and looked at Song Lan's face through the warm yellow light.
"If you don't like it, at worst I won't interfere in the future. I will take action when you need my help."
Song Lan groaned, not knowing whether to agree or not.
"You helped me too much, too much..."
He Chaozhi disagreed, "That is also a manifestation of your strength."
Anyone else wouldn't even be qualified to climb up to him.
Song Lan buried his face deeply into his knees, "It would be great if you were not He Chaozhi, not a member of the He family, and not called He Chaozhi. You could be Li Chaozhi. It's fine for any dynasty. Why should you be He Chaozhi? Why?"
Her heart and lungs were tightening in pain.
Why is it Jiang Yurong’s stepson and heir to the He family, He Chaozhi?
He Chaozhi didn't understand what she said. He just thought she was drunk and talking nonsense. He frowned and joked, "That's too ugly. Even Li Chaozhi and his dynasty are not as good as I, He Chaozhi."
Song Lan fell on the sofa and asked in a very soft voice like a young child.
"Then do you think that my status as a reporter is very low and I am not worthy of you?"
"I must be really embarrassed when I'm running around for a living. Don't you think it's funny?"
…
She asked many, many questions.
He Chaozhi answered her patiently.
No, it's not...
After confirming that the woman was drunk, He Chaozhi frowned and thought for a while, then replied in a low voice, "You are very good. You are a very different existence that I have seen. There is no need to doubt yourself...but there is no need to be too proud."
Song Lan closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling with her breathing, and she didn't know if she heard what he said.
Afraid that Song Lan would catch cold while sleeping on the sofa, He Chaozhi carried her to bed.
Song Lan didn't sleep well and woke up from time to time.
He Chaozhi lay on his side and patted her quilt, "Go to sleep, why are you still making noises at night like a child?"
When he woke up the next day, Song Lan was completely fragmented and could not remember what happened last night.
She sat dazedly on her soft bed, unable to remember how she got home. One second she was drinking with Han Zicheng, and the next second she woke up from the bed?
"Are you awake? Get up and drink porridge."
He Chaozhi brought a bowl of porridge from the kitchen, lifted up Song Lan's long hair, and fed it to her mouth with a small spoon.
"You're hungover. You almost vomited last night. Your stomach feels uncomfortable? Have some porridge to warm you up."
Song Lan saw that the rice soup in the bowl was thick and white, and it had boiled to the point where it had glue. It looked like it was not a takeaway, but something he had cooked himself.
She hummed and drank slowly from He Chaozhi's hand, like a kitten licking water.
He Chaozhi said, "After confirming that the real culprit behind the scenes was Shen Yingxue's mother, the couple escaped. However, they were arrested this morning and are now probably ready to be sent to Chengbei Prison to reunite with Shen Yingxue."
He Chaozhi said lightly, "They have been worrying about their daughter so much that they no longer have to worry about her in the future."
Song Lan almost choked on the porridge.
Very good, very inhumane...but she likes it very much.
"I thought Mrs. Shen was the only one who attacked me, but I didn't expect that even Mr. Shen was involved."
"They are just like birds of a feather. Most of Shen Yingxue's stupidity comes from the genes of the couple. No one can escape." He Chaozhi saw that the bowl was almost finished, "Would you like some more?"
Song Lan said no need.
She is full.
He Chaozhi was a little regretful. He actually liked the way Song Lan ate, not pretentious or pretentious, and even more well-behaved than usual.
He put the porridge in the sink, Song Lan ran to change clothes, and He Chaozhi stood in front of the bedroom door and said, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, Shen Yingxue was transferred from the prison to the third hospital this morning."
Song Lan paused while putting on her clothes, "What's wrong with her?"
The Third Hospital, commonly known as the Third Psychiatric Hospital, is a well-known mental hospital in Night City.
There are crazy people living there.
He Chaozhi said, "She's crazy."
Cold words are extremely calm and will not cause any disturbance.
It seemed as if Shen Yingxue, whom he had grown up with since childhood, was just a speck of dust in his life at the snap of a finger.
Although Song Lan felt very happy, she also felt cold.
The huge Shen family can collapse overnight, and the childhood sweetheart becomes a prisoner of a madman.
What about her?
When He Chaozhi's interest in her completely disappears, what will happen to her?
Song Lan didn't want to think about it, so she changed the topic and said, "I have to get ready for work. I'm going to be late."
"Don't worry, there's still half an hour, there's still time."
He Chaozhi stood outside the door, putting his hands in his pockets and watching Song Lan walking out of the bedroom. He suddenly stretched out his hand to straighten Song Lan's collar.
"Lan Lan, I'm sorry about what happened last night. I shouldn't have disturbed your interview and ignored your feelings."
Song Lan felt that the sun was rising in the west today, and looked at He Chaozhi in astonishment.
She even felt that the crazy person was not Shen Yingxue, but He Chaozhi.
Has He Chaozhi apologized to anyone? No?
He Chaozhi was embarrassed by Song Lan's gaze. He looked away, put his fist to the corner of his mouth, and coughed lightly.
"Don't look at it. Anyway, you just need to know that I will respect all your choices and decisions. You can work without worries. Don't you have to go to work? Go out quickly."
After saying that, He Chaozhi took the lead and walked out.
Song Lan was left in a wandering state, and followed him amid repeated doubts.
He Chaozhi's apology in the morning was so shocking that Song Lan came to KEO, still a little out of sorts.
She ran to the tea room to pour water. It wasn't until the water poured out that she came to her senses and hurriedly turned it off.
"Song Lan, come out for a moment. I have something to tell you."
Lin Xiao probed his head and said.
Song Lan quickly put down the teacup and came to the public office area with Lin Xiao, "What's wrong, President?"
Lin Xiao handed her a letter, "Take a look."
Song Lan opened it in confusion and found that it was a resignation letter.
The original director, Du Qin, resigned due to family matters.
Lin Xiao smiled and said to everyone, "Everyone, stop what you are doing and listen to me. Since the former director Du Qin voluntarily resigned, the department cannot be leaderless, so I decided to appoint Song Lan as the new director. Let's all congratulate her. "
The applause was like thunder, and those who had previously stood by Du Qin and Shen Yingxue were all silent now, wishing they could disappear immediately to avoid being targeted by the new director Song Lan.
