Song Lan nodded and said in a soft voice, "Mrs. Jun, I am indeed Chao Zhi's girlfriend."
Mrs. Jun was silent for a while, with a helpless smile on her face.
"What a pity, what a pity."
He Chaozhi and Song Lan looked at each other, neither quite understanding what Mrs. Jun meant by pity.
He Chaozhi was still Mrs. Jun because he felt that he was not worthy of Song Lan, and his face darkened.
Mrs. Jun said hurriedly, "I have no other intention. I just think Song Lan is very good. That's all. You young people can go and have fun."
She was a kind person, so when she saw He Chaozhi, her real boyfriend, coming, she stopped holding Song Lan.
Although he was reluctant to leave, he still let Song Lan leave.
Not far away behind the crowd, Fang Xueqi stood there, biting her lips almost to the point of bleeding.
She never imagined that Song Lan had already been sent to the back kitchen. Song Lan still had the time to meet Mrs. Jun and make Mrs. Jun so happy!
What kind of ecstasy soup did Song Lan pour into Mrs. Jun?
"Damn Song Lan, where did you get so much good luck?"
Fang Xueqi turned around to get a glass of champagne and drank it all in one breath.
He muttered and cursed Song Lan.
Han Zicheng came with Fang Xueqi today. He did not have a girlfriend, and Fang Xueqi was his cousin, so she acted as his female companion.
When passing by Fang Xueqi, Han Zicheng saw that her face was extremely ugly and she was cursing Song Lan. He immediately guessed what she was talking about and said with a stern face.
"Xue Qi, did you do something wrong to Miss Song again? What exactly did you do?"
When Song Lan was brought in by Mrs. Jun, he felt something was wrong.
Because there was some flour on Song Lan's skirt.
If you think about it carefully, maybe you are being teased.
Could it be that the person teasing her was Fang Xueqi?
Fang Xueqi didn't expect Han Zicheng to guess it so quickly. Her face turned pale with fright, and she hesitated and shook her head in denial.
"I didn't. Why would I harm her when we have no enmity? Cousin, you are overthinking."
Han Zicheng looked serious, "Fang Xueqi, I know what it's like to lie since you were a child. Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. You blush easily when you lie. You must have done something bad. Come with me and apologize to Miss Song."
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Han Zicheng ignored Fang Xueqi's struggling and crying, grabbed her arm and brought her to Song Lan.
As soon as Song Lan turned around, she saw two siblings, Han Zicheng and Fang Xueqi, standing behind her with pale faces, and was startled.
"Zicheng, Miss Fang, what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry Song Lan, Xue Qi has always had a bad temper. Did she offend you just now? I apologize to you on her behalf!" Han Zicheng said ashamedly.
Song Lan was stunned for a moment. She was worried that she could not find out who was the mastermind behind asking the waiter to send her to the kitchen.
After Han Zicheng said it and faced Fang Xueqi's fearful gaze, she understood instantly.
"It's okay. Miss Fang just has a surly personality. I'm her boss. I will discipline her well in the future and won't argue with her."
Fang Xueqi's eyes widened.
She originally thought that since He Chaozhi and Han Zicheng were here, Song Lan would pretend to be weak and complain, but she didn't expect that Song Lan would get over it in just two sentences.
While she was surprised at Song Lan's intentions, she secretly looked at He Chaozhi next to her.
She has liked this man for a long time, but unfortunately this man has no interest in her. When he sees her coming, it is as if he cannot see her.
Fang Xueqi clenched her hands in frustration and fear.
Han Zicheng saw Song Lan holding a foreign wine in his hand and said worriedly, "Song Lan, is your stomach feeling better? Is drinking on an empty stomach too tiring and not good for your health?"
Song Lan was startled and looked down at the whiskey in his hand, his expression a little unnatural.
"I'm not feeling well, but how did you know, Han Zicheng, that I had stomach problems?"
She remembers that she never told Han Zicheng, right?
Han Zicheng was stunned for a long time, then he laughed and said, "So you didn't know this all along?"
"what do you know?"
"Do you still remember that you had a stomach attack on the way and someone sent you to the hospital? That person was me. I was in an emergency and couldn't stay, so I used your mobile phone to call your assistant He Xiaoya and asked her to stay with you in bed.
"
After Han Zicheng finished speaking in a gentle voice, it was visible to the naked eye that Song Lan's beautiful eyes opened wide and her red lips became round, as if they could fit a pigeon egg in.
She covered her mouth and said in disbelief, "It turns out that you were the one who saved me that day. Oh my god, I never knew."
He Xiaoya only said that a man saved her, and she never thought it would be Han Zicheng.
From this point of view, the figure he vaguely saw when he was unconscious that day was indeed exactly the same as Han Zicheng.
Han Zicheng smiled helplessly, "Anyway, I hope you're fine. The day you fell ill scared me, and your face was as white as a sheet. Fortunately, the doctor said you had a stomach attack, not an internal injury."
Song Lan said hurriedly, "Thank you, I really appreciate you!"
If Han Zicheng hadn't taken her to the hospital that day and she was unconscious on the road alone, she doesn't know what would have happened.
While he was thanking Han Zicheng excitedly, Song Lan's arm was pulled hard.
She was forced to turn her head and saw He Chaozhi's cold eyes. She gritted her teeth and asked, "You fainted on the roadside? Then why didn't you tell me when it happened and you were still hospitalized?"
Just as He Chaozhi remembered, Song Lan had already been hospitalized twice.
Unexpectedly, Song Lan fell ill before that.
Song Lan felt a little uncomfortable under the man's dark gaze, and looked away with guilty eyes, "It's nothing, it's all over. I can handle it myself. I'm not a three-year-old child. Can I die from a stomachache?"
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Even without Han Zicheng, she would still find a way to seek help.
I thought that saying this would make He Chaozhi happy, but I didn't expect that the man's face would become even darker.
He Chaozhi said coldly, "Come with me!"
In front of Han Zicheng and Fang Xueqi, he dragged Song Lan to a deserted corner. It was as if his whole body was covered with thorns, making it untouchable.
"He Chaozhi, what are you doing? You hurt my wrist!"
Song Lan was thrown to the wall by him, and he quickly rubbed his wrists and blew air.
Before he could complain, his chin was forcefully pinched by He Chaozhi.
A kiss with an aggressive flavor easily pried open Song Lan's lips, causing her to abandon her armor and surrender directly.
After kissing for a long time, until Song Lan was out of breath, He Chaozhi let go of her and breathed fresh air into her mouth.
Narrowing his eyes and leaning over, he pinched her soft cheek and asked, "Do you dare not tell me when you get sick next time? You would rather let another man take you to the hospital than inform me, Song Lan, you woman
What a great friend."
Song Lan's face was slightly red, and she glanced at him softly, "We are obviously not boyfriend and girlfriend..."
