Mr. He's heart beats the world with his beauty

Chapter 105 Song Lan's Father

Song Lan took a taxi and ran to the nursing home without looking back, without seeing He Chaozhi chasing after him.

She sat in the car in a daze, clasped her hands on her chest, and prayed over and over again, "Dad, you must not die, don't abandon me, don't abandon me..."

Arriving at the nursing home as quickly as possible, Song Lan stumbled in and saw his father being pushed out of the operating room.

She rushed forward and asked the doctor with a pale face, "Doctor, how is my father, how is he!?"

"Song Lan?"

Behind him came Song Zi's voice.

Song Lan turned around and saw Song Zi walking up worriedly.

Song Lan, who was in a panic, saw Song Zi, as if she had found a backbone, she held Song Zi's hand tightly and said, "Auntie, my father..."

"Don't worry, your father's operation was very successful, and he has turned the corner."

Song Zi's words reassured Song Lan.

She turned her head and looked at Song's father, whose eyes were closed tightly and had not been opened for more than ten years, a tear fell from his eye socket.

"It's fine, dad is fine."

Song Zi helped her forehead, and sighed wearily, "I was just a patient at the time, so I walked away for a while, but I didn't expect your father to... well, fortunately, the rescue was timely, and now thinking about it, I'm really scared."

Only then did Song Lan notice that Song Zi's face was pale, and her body was so exhausted that she seemed about to fall down. A burst of guilt surged in her heart, and she hurriedly supported Song Zi.

"Auntie, I'm really sorry to bother you. I've been promoted now, and I have a surplus in my salary. I don't need you to watch over my father 24 hours a day. You have worked so hard for so many years. I will ask a nurse to take care of my father."

"Nursing is so expensive. You've only worked for a long time. If you have money, you still spend it on yourself. My aunt is not old yet, so she can take care of your father." Song Zi said distressedly.

"No, as long as it can make daddy better, I am willing to spend as much money as possible. I only have you and daddy as my relatives. I don't want daddy to become like this. You are also exhausted. Auntie, I have grown up. Let me be filial to you when I grow up."

"This……"

Song Zi couldn't resist Song Lan, so she had to agree, "Well, if you think it's too expensive, tell auntie, auntie still has some savings here, and no matter how bad it is, she can continue to take care of your father."

"No need, aunt, it's up to me to support the family myself." Song Lan said firmly.

……

inside the car.

He Zhaozhi recalled Song Lan's actions just now, and the more he thought about it, the weirder he became.

She was in a hurry and suddenly pushed herself away and ran out.

His expression was flustered, a look he had never seen before.

He Zhaozhi felt something was wrong and asked Zhou Qu to investigate.

Zhou Qu soon found out why Song Lan left in a hurry.

"Mr. He, Ms. Song's father became a vegetable due to an early illness, and has been treated in a nursing home. It seems that he suddenly fell ill today, so Ms. Song ran out in a panic..."

He Zhaozhi frowned.

"Song Lan's father is in a nursing home?"

This was the first time he knew about it.

In the past, he didn't care about Song Lan's family background, he only knew that she had no father or mother, and was alone, so he could monopolize her, and he also felt that Song Lan would save trouble.

Only now did I know that her mother was gone and her only father had become a vegetable. No wonder she couldn't save her monthly salary. Every month at the beginning of the month, a large amount of expenses would be debited from the black card.

It was used in a nursing home.

He Zhaozhi was silent for a while, and told Zhou Qu, "Don't tell me, I'll check her out."

"Yes, Mr. He."

At the nursing home, Song Lan hired a nurse to take care of Song's father, so she finally felt more at ease.

But something happened to the magazine too.

Lin Xiao suddenly fell ill and had an operation. Now that the magazine community has no leader, Lin Xiao temporarily handed over the power to Song Lan and asked her to take care of it.

Song Lan went to visit her father in the nursing home at night, and was so busy at the magazine office during the day that she had no time to go back to He's house.

They all went back to their apartment, took a shower and fell asleep, and continued to work overtime the next day.

For several days in a row, Song Lan lost weight visibly to the naked eye, her body was thin and light, and she looked more and more graceful and graceful.

It was already midnight when she got off work, Song Lan walked into the house with a tired body, just turned on the light, turned around, and saw a man sitting on the sofa looking at her.

He Zhaozhi stood up, his well-raised left hand regained its slender jade appearance, and came to pull her wrist.

"Song Lan, you haven't contacted me for a few days, huh?"

"...Why are you here?" Song Lan had a headache.

She feebly took off her coat and hung it on the hanger, walked into the kitchen and rolled up her sleeves, thinking about simply eating a bowl of noodles to fill her stomach before going to bed.

"I'm busy at work these two days, so I don't have time to accompany you. I'll talk about it after Lin Xiao is discharged from the hospital."

"Okay, then I'll accompany you at the head office, shall I?" He Chaozhi sat condescendingly at the table, watching her quickly wash and cook, suddenly felt that it would be okay to just sit quietly and admire Song Lan.

Song Lan's blooming appearance on the bed is very beautiful, and she is also lively and beautiful in private life.

Beautiful people are beautiful anyway.

"Are you eating?" Song Lan suddenly turned her head, her delicate face was slightly tired.

He Zhaozhi walked forward with a smile, and took the spatula from her hand, "Eat, but Director Song, let me do it, otherwise I'm afraid you will fall asleep while doing it."

Wu Qing under Song Lan's eyes was about to turn into a giant panda.

Song Lan touched the corners of her eyes, found a seat in embarrassment and sat down, took out the unfinished financial statements from her bag and continued to read.

She did not study in the Department of Economics and Management, but in the Department of Journalism, so she is not very familiar with financial accounts.

Looking at the rows of data gave her a headache.

When He Zhaozhi finished the noodles and brought them over, he caught a glimpse of her biting the pen holder, sketching on the paper from time to time, and then crossing her into a collapsed look.

Putting down the noodles, he leaned over and took a look.

"It's wrong here. This value is very critical and plays a central role. If it is not accurate, all the values ​​will be inaccurate."

He Zhaozhi's eyes were sharp, and he pointed out the problem with the report at a glance.

Song Lan recalculated twice according to what he said, and finally got it right.

She raised her head in surprise, "He Chaozhi, I didn't expect you still have something."

"Song Lan, do you think I'm the second-generation ancestor who ate the ancestral property?" He Chaozhi laughed angrily at her.

Seeing Song Lan put down the report and going to eat noodles, her pink lips were illuminated by the light, He Chaozhi suddenly felt itchy, pinched her chin, and pulled her over.

"I've done you such a big favor, and I've given you the next note, shouldn't you give me some reward?"

"He Zhaozhi, I said I'm not free, um..."

Before Song Lan finished speaking, He Zhaozhi leaned over and snatched his lips.

The light above the head is gentle, shining on a pair of lingering figures, and the night is getting darker.

He Family Villa.

He Mingchuan sat on the sofa with a cold face, and the old clock beside him struck twelve midnight. He Mingchuan looked outside the empty door and snorted heavily.

"evil creature!"

(End of this chapter)