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

Chapter 125
Mother He crawled over in horror, picked up the document and looked at it, and screamed strangely.

"Who the hell are you and how do you have these things?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that I will publish the content of this document on the Internet later, so that everyone can see the faces of you and your wife. How did you abuse He Xiaoya when you were young? How the empress smashed her bones, sucked her marrow, drank her blood and ate her flesh, the truth will soon be revealed!"

The He family lay down on the ground, looking at the aloof He Chaozhi in fear, and finally realized that they had provoked someone they couldn't afford.

"No, no, please don't do this. We used to be fooled by lard and made a big mistake. We dare not in the future, really dare not!"

He Zhaozhi ignored the He family members who were lying at his feet begging in pain, and said to Zhou Qu, "Send it."

Zhou Qu nodded.

After a while, evidence of the He family's abuse of He Xiaoya was everywhere on the Internet.

Netizens went crazy when they found out that they were being targeted by this shameless couple!
Zhou Qu put away his cell phone and asked, "Young Master He, what should we do with them?"

He Zhaozhi raised his eyebrows, and even disdained to give He's family a look: "Throw them out, without me doing it, someone will naturally tear them alive."

"Yes, Young Master He."

……

A few minutes later, the He family was thrown out of the community by Zhou Qu.

He's father and mother got up from the ground, and while patting the dust on their buttocks, they took out their mobile phones angrily.

Mother He said: "It doesn't matter, didn't we accumulate a group of fans by selling miserably before? I will go to the live broadcast room to cry and let them give a reward. This time it is not in vain!"

He's father was about to nod his head when he heard He's mother scream, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

Mother He looked at the live broadcast room, her complexion pale: "This live broadcast room...why didn't it be turned off just now!?"

Father He's face also changed: "It's over, I slipped my hand just now and failed to close it successfully, this is too bad."

Netizens overheard what they said just now that they wanted to take advantage of their fans.

Now the live broadcast room is full of scolding them for being mean and shameless, and they are so excited that they cannot be stopped.

Mother He rolled her eyes and fell to the ground: "It's over, it's over..."

After the He family left, Song Lan sat quietly on the sofa, staring at the ruins all over the floor in a daze.

If He Zhaozhi hadn't come, she didn't know what would have happened.

But the only thing that is certain is that the vicious gang of the He family will not let it go...

"What are you thinking? Come, drink a cup of hot water to calm down the shock."

He Zhaozhi came from the kitchen carrying hot water.

Zhou Qu asked him to kick him out, and there were only the two of them in the apartment.

Song Lan took it: "Thank you."

"Why are you being polite to me?" He Zhaozhi touched her forehead, "It's okay, I didn't get sick from fright."

"I'm a little tired and want to rest."

"Okay." He Zhaozhi didn't say anything more, changed the quilt for her and went to the kitchen to cook porridge.

Stewed until the sticky rice grains are soft and sweet, sprinkled with a handful of red goji berries, the taste is even sweeter.

He Zhaozhi coaxed Song Lan to drink a little before letting her go to sleep.

The next day Song Lan struggled to get up, rubbed his messy hair and opened the bedroom door, stunned by what he saw.

The living room was in ruins yesterday, the windows were cleaned up, and the broken furniture was replaced with new ones.

The breeze blows, the sun is gentle—

Song Lan thought in a daze that she had come to someone else's house.

"woke up?"

He Zhaozhi was wearing a dark gray sweater, the cuffs were rolled up and piled on his forearm, revealing a cold white wrist bone.

He raised his head from the suitcase, and said in a calm tone, "What do you want to eat, let me make it for you?"

"No, He Chaozhi, don't you think you should explain to me what happened now?" Song Lan asked in a daze.

He Zhaozhi glanced casually at the brand-new living room: "I see you are still sleeping, so I asked Zhou Qu to take someone to clean it up, and replace everything that needs to be replaced."

Song Lan: "What about you?"

She pointed at He Zhaozhi's suitcase with her chin.

He Zhaozhi smiled, his long eyes curved: "Can't you see? I plan to live with you."

"What did you say?"

"In order to prevent someone from disturbing you next time, I can rest assured that I live here. You are welcome. This is what I should do as a boyfriend."

"Who is being polite to you!?" Song Lan was once again shocked by this man's brazenness.

She stepped forward and pushed the person out together with the suitcase: "You have at least a dozen properties under your name, where can't you live, and you have to squeeze this old man with me? Let's go."

He Chao's man was tall and burly, Song Lan tried his best, but the man remained motionless.

Song Lan flicked her sore wrist angrily, and was hugged by He Chaozhi.

"What are you doing!"

"Are you tired? When you're tired, sit down and rest. I will never leave. What are you going to eat for lunch? Can you steamed Dongxingban to nourish your brain?"

While suppressing the woman's struggling slender wrists, He Zhaozhi looked at a family photo on the cabinet next to the sofa.

He grabbed the family portrait and glanced at the little girl in the center, with a slight smile on his lips: "This is when you were a child? It's very cute. You were beautiful when you were a child. This is your father. Then this is—"

He Zhaozhi looked at the woman whose head had been cut off, and asked puzzledly.

It looks like it should be Song Lan's mother.

"Why did you cut your mother off?"

"He Zhaozhi, don't you know that other people's things are not allowed to be rummaged around?"

Song Lan reached out to grab the family portrait, an unnatural line across his face.

She kept the photo in her arms, ran back to the bedroom, stuffed it into the deepest part of the drawer, and then walked out coldly: "Don't ask me about my family, and I don't want to mention it either."

He Zhaozhi leaned on the sofa, squinting at her.

He knew that Song Lan had a sick father, but his mother was blank.

At first, he thought that Song Lan's mother had passed away a long time ago. Seeing Song Lan's reaction... her mother should still be alive.

"Okay, I won't ask." He Chaozhi was satisfied last night, and he is really in a good mood today.

He got up, patted Song Lan's forehead, walked into the kitchen with a smile: "I'll cook for you, and let you know the benefits of my staying here."

(End of this chapter)