Song Zi paused, her voice full of uncontrollable joy.
"Seriously, you are at the He family now?"
"Yes, although He Mingchuan didn't want to, I used some tricks and finally succeeded in entering the He family." Song Lan said quietly.
She originally thought that she would be overly excited or nervous when she moved into the He family.
But I didn't expect him to be surprisingly calm.
It turns out that the He family is nothing more than that, and it is not difficult to enter the He family.
No wonder Jiang Yurong left her young daughter and husband to come here.
You can become a noble lady without any effort. What woman can't be tempted?
Thinking that his biological mother was such a heartless and shallow person, Song Lan felt ridiculous and disgusting.
Ever since she was slapped by Song Zi last time, she had no mercy for Jiang Yurong.
"Excellent, Lanlan, my aunt knows that you are the best. You have been number one in all subjects since you were a child, and you have never disappointed. Now that you have entered the He family, half of our plan has been completed. The next step is up to you.
Yes, you must try your best to take revenge on the He family, your aunt is waiting for your good news, do you understand?"
Song Zi's smiling voice came out from between her teeth.
The resentment that had been accumulated for more than ten years finally burst out with a smile at this moment.
"I will, aunt——"
Before he finished speaking, the door behind him was suddenly opened.
Song Lan was startled, turned around suddenly, grabbed the phone in her hand, and hid it behind her back.
"Congratulations to Chaozhi?"
Seeing the sudden appearance of the visitor, Song Lan felt even more grateful that he had responded in a timely manner.
If he had been a step later, He Chaozhi would have heard the conspiracy between him and his aunt on the phone.
"What's wrong with you? Who are you talking to on the phone? Are you so nervous?"
He Chaozhi's eyes glanced at the woman's temples, and his snow-white forehead was soaked with cold sweat at some point.
Song Lan lowered his head to look at his phone, clicked twice with his fingertips, and quickly deleted the phone call records with Song Zi, then said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, just some internal information from the magazine. I thought someone else came in, and I was afraid it would be leaked.
"
He Chaozhi did not doubt Song Lan. Song Lan was a thoughtful woman who was difficult to guess.
It was because of the mystery about her that He Chaozhi was seduced deeper and deeper, gradually promoting her status from a bed partner to a real girlfriend staying at He's house.
"Tell me what's the matter with you?"
After adjusting her mood, Song Lan became the indifferent and indifferent person she was at first.
Her legs were crossed, her thin body was leaning lightly on the armrest of the sofa, and her overly cold eyebrows gave people an air that was difficult to blaspheme.
He Chaozhi knew that this was a sign of Song Lan's unhappiness. He took the initiative to step forward, raised his thin lips, and leaned over to hold her snow-white green fingers.
"I'm here to apologize to you. It's true that I was too anxious just now, said something unpleasant, and doubted you. Don't take it to heart."
Song Lan glanced at He Chaozhi lightly, "Do you really think you were wrong?
He Chaozhi smiled, sat down and hugged her into his arms, sniffing the subtle fragrance in her hair and said, "Otherwise, who else have I been so humble to in my life? Song Lan, you are number one.
indivual."
Song Lan curled her lips, her smile not reaching her eyes.
She is indeed the first, but she may not be the last.
He Chaozhi now valued her non-clingy personality and liked her body, so he held her high.
But every time he talked about love, Song Lan would only become more and more sober.
Those love words are like a knife. The more lingering they are, the more painful it will be when cutting someone.
Song Lan is not a arrogant person.
She hugged He Chaozhi's neck, He Chaozhi gave her steps, and she walked down the steps.
Song Lan gave He Chaoyi an angry look, "Then don't yell at me again. It's too scary. I thought you were going to throw me out of the He family just now."
"How could it be? You are the one I brought here, so you have to live here with me peacefully. No one can drive you away without my instructions." He Chaozhi's fingertips untied the bow tie behind her,
The deep eyes are not filled with lust, but are extremely charming.
Song Lan bit her lip and noticed He Chaozhi's fingertips walking on her back, and instantly understood what He Chaozhi was planning to do.
"It's still daytime..."
"No one will bother you. No one is so blind." He Chaozhi took off his tie with a hint of impatience and threw it on the dressing mirror beside Song Lan's bed.
He put Song Lan into bed, obviously he couldn't wait until night.
Song Lan is busy with work these days, and he also socializes a lot.
Both of them are incompetent, and apart from each other, they can't find anyone else who fits them well.
It has been put off until now.
As soon as the body is wrapped, there is a tendency to start a prairie fire out of control.
He Chaozhi pinched Song Lan's chin and was about to kiss it when there was a knock on the door.
"Song Lan, please stay inside. I'll cut the fruit and bring it to you. I'll open the door."
It was Jiang Yurong's voice.
He Chaozhi clicked his tongue, suppressed his irritation, picked up Song Lan and stuffed him into the quilt. He quickly straightened his clothes and packed them just before Jiang Yurong opened the door.
Jiang Yurong walked in with fruits, looked at the two people inside, and raised her eyebrows in surprise.
He Chaozhi stood stiffly beside the bed, his suit too stiff. Song Lan was buried under the quilt, with only a pair of eyes exposed. He didn't know what he was doing.
Jiang Yurong placed the fruit on the bedside and said thoughtfully, "Song Lan, are you sick? Why did you fall asleep?"
Before Song Lan could say anything, He Chaozhi said in a cold voice, "She has the habit of taking a nap. Aunt Rong, just put down the fruit and go out if you have nothing to do. I have something else to tell her."
"Oh, okay, then you can chat slowly."
In fact, Jiang Yurong wanted to talk to Song Lan, but seeing He Chaozhi here, she could only leave in disappointment.
Song Lan sat on the bed and quietly watched Jiang Yurong go to the door and leave. Thinking of He Chaozhi's tone to her just now, as if he was calling a maid, she felt a little blocked in her heart.
"He Chaozhi, your stepmother Aunt Rong... seems to be in a very ordinary situation in the He family. Doesn't your father love her?"
He Chaozhi's interest was interrupted by Jiang Yurong. There happened to be a meeting at the company soon, so he spared Song Lan for the time being.
Hearing her mention Jiang Yurong, he said lazily and unconcernedly, "After all, she is He Mingchuan's second wife, and she has a lot of respectability. Outside, she is the aloof Mrs. He. But.
The old man likes the new and hates the old, and has lost his novelty towards her. He has been lukewarm in the past few years, but I am afraid that the old man will not be able to deal with it for a few more years. As long as Jiang Yurong is well-behaved and sensible, he can still keep his position."
"By the way, why did you think of asking her?" He Chaozhi raised his long eyebrows, seeming to be dissatisfied that Song Lan cared about Jiang Yurong but didn't care about him.
"It's okay, I'm just curious." Song Lan was vague.
In the afternoon, He Chaozhi went to the company, and Song Lan also went to KEO to continue working.
