Song Lan chuckled, "Okay, then you kneel down and apologize to me, right now."
Song Lan didn't expect Fang Xueqi to sincerely apologize to him, besides, a dog would jump over the wall when he was anxious.
She forced Fang Xueqi to a dead end, and it would be bad if Fang Xueqi dragged her into the same fate.
Keep a line in your life so that we can meet again in the future.
Hearing the word "kneel down", Fang Xueqi's pale face became even more gloomy.
She released her trembling legs without saying a word, stiffened for a while, closed her eyes and knelt down straight.
His voice was hard, "I apologize to you because I shouldn't have offended you, let alone made a bet with you, okay?"
Song Lan looked at her with an expression that was more painful than death, and twitched the corner of her mouth in disdain.
If I had known this, why would I do it in the first place?
After waiting for a long time, Song Lan didn't speak.
Fang Xueqi couldn't help but open her eyes and realized that Song Lan had walked far away, leaving her alone in the office.
Fang Xueqi got up from the ground shivering. The despicable feeling of being ignored and despised climbed up from the soles of her feet to her spine, causing every nerve in her to be painfully provoked.
Song Lan, Song Lan!
Fang Xueqi bit the name repeatedly in her mouth, looking at Song Lan's disappearing back, she scratched the palms of her hands.
After leaving KEO, Song Lan is preparing to go out for filming.
As soon as I got in the car, I received a call from Jiang Yurong.
When Song Lan saw the numbers, his heart felt like he was in shock, and he suddenly couldn't hear any sound in his ears.
When she came to her senses, she realized that her whole body was horribly stiff.
Song Lan moved his limbs and forced himself to calm down. This was not the first time he had spoken to and met Jiang Yurong. Why should he be so nervous and so...hateful?
"Aunt He, what can I do for you?"
Jiang Yurong's voice was still warm, and she seemed a little embarrassed when she heard Song Lan call her aunt.
"Song Lan, you better not call me aunt from now on. The one you should call aunt should be Chaozhi's biological mother. If you don't care about me, just call me Aunt Jiang."
Song Lan remained silent.
Jiang Yurong is also He Mingchuan's second wife who has just married into the family, but in the He family, I am afraid no one treats her as a serious owner.
Even He Chaozhi just called her Aunt Rong in a distant and cold voice.
It seems that she has lived a normal life in the He family these years, and has not been able to integrate into that man and his family so far.
A trace of sarcasm flashed across Song Lan's lips. Her voice was light and no emotion could be heard.
"Then what do you want from me, Aunt Jiang?"
Seeing her obedient change of words, Jiang Yurong's tone became lighter, "Are you free now? I'm at the corner cafe of your newspaper office. Can I meet you?"
All right, what does Jiang Yurong want to see her for?
Song Lan lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then glanced at the corner cafe, which was only about a hundred meters away, and said, "I know, I'll come now."
"Okay, then I'll wait for you." Jiang Yurong seemed to be relieved.
Song Lan drove to the corner cafe. It was working time and there was no one inside.
When I opened the door, I heard the crisp clanking sound of wind chimes above my head.
Jiang Yurong was wearing a beige knitted long skirt, and she was sitting at the empty table with a gentle and gentle temperament. The faint fragrance of coffee and milk made her look very quiet and delicate.
Song Lan stood in front of the door and looked at her for a while, wondering if she used this look to seduce He Mingchuan.
"Aunt Jiang, I'm here."
Song Lan walked to Jiang Yurong and sat down.
Jiang Yurong was a little surprised to see her, and her eyes curled up.
"You're here. Actually, I'm here today to help Chaozhi's father come and see you."
Song Lan understood.
It turns out that Jiang Yurong was just a microphone today.
Song Lan curled up his lips, that's right, how could a profit-rich businessman like He Mingchuan really come to "see" her unless he had something to do?
"Then what does uncle want from me?"
Song Lan thought for a moment and realized that she had been promoted recently, and Shen Yingxue had nothing to worry about.
He Mingzhuan should not ask Jiang Yurong to criticize him.
Jiang Yurong smiled sheepishly, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"Actually... we all hope that you can find Chaozhi, enlighten him, and let him go home for a meal and see his father." Jiang Yurong's voice was soft, and she looked at Song Lan expectantly.
"You also know Chaozhi's character. He has always been soft-spoken rather than tough-minded. If he likes you so much, he must be willing to listen to you. Otherwise, we wouldn't come to you. Can you help us? Are you coming home?"
He Chaozhi is the only heir of the He family and the future heir.
He Mingzhuan could not give up his only son no matter how much profit he made.
Song Lan actually guessed that Jiang Yurong came in to look for him, probably to congratulate Chaozhi.
But I just find it ridiculous.
I have lived in the He family for half my life, but in the end I am still a messenger, and I have to make pitiful requests to my stepson's girlfriend.
Song Lan thought to herself that it was a good thing that Jiang Yurong and He Mingchuan didn't know that she and He Chaozhi were just exchanging interests, not real girlfriends.
Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be angry to death.
A couple who stood high above them had to bow to her, a shabby reporter.
Song Lan smiled carelessly, and when she saw that she was silent, Jiang Yurong thought she felt embarrassed, so she hurriedly said, "Isn't it okay? Isn't it okay to just let Chaozhi come back to see his father?"
"Aunt Jiang, you also know Chaozhi's character. He will definitely go back unless I ask him to, but I will find a way."
Song Lan said lightly, seeming unwilling to continue talking to Jiang Yurong.
He Mingzhuan said that this biological father can't call his son back, so what's the use of looking for her.
Seeing that Song Lan didn't want to help, Jiang Yurong bit her lip and hesitated for three seconds.
"What if I said, if you do me this favor, I will also help you enter the He family?"
"——What did you say?" Song Lan suddenly raised his head, as if he heard the topic he was interested in, and his eyes darkened slightly.
Jiang Yurong has been in the He family for these years, and she is no longer a little white rabbit who knows nothing about the world.
She clenched the cup and smiled calmly, "I know you are an ambitious child. When you are with Chaozhi, you may not just like him. You want to enter the He family and become Mrs. He, right? Yes, as long as you help I, I will also help you."
Song Lan suddenly stopped talking.
With a subtle curve at the corner of her mouth, she lamented that Jiang Yurong looked gentle, but was actually a powerful character.
Otherwise, how could you have become Mrs. He back then?
Every Mrs. He is in a hot position.
"Aunt Jiang was joking. It's fine that you prefer me in your heart. In return, I should help you. I will tell you where you are. Just ask your uncle to wait, and I will try my best to ease the stiffness between him and his uncle. Let him be your good son again."
Hearing Song Lan's promise, Jiang Yurong finally breathed a sigh of relief.
