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

Chapter 13 Get Me Out

"I will help with Liu De's matter, don't worry."

As far as He Zhaozhi is concerned, there are only people he wants to see or not, and there is no one he can't see.

Liu De is a master of calligraphy, no matter how big his airs are, he is no bigger than him, the master of Night City.

"No need."

Song Lanxiu frowned indistinctly, her voice was as cold as snow falling on the eaves.

"I will handle this matter myself. If I need help from others in my job, I might as well resign as soon as possible."

Defeating Shen Yingxue was only the first step.

In the future, she will take back KEO step by step, become the president, and avenge her father.

If she can't even do this little thing well, what revenge is she talking about?
But these, He Zhaozhi will not know now.

He Zhaozhi looked at the energetic woman in front of him playfully, and suddenly realized that whenever work was mentioned, she would be like a different person.

Indifferent, calm and charming, he usually has a different style in bed.

"Maybe Shen Yingxue is waiting for you to resign now. I know Shen Yingxue. Do you think she will play fair games with you?"

He Zhaozhi played with the woman's delicate fingertips.

Song Lan's skin is fair, and even in the dark it is as white as snow, which really suits his appetite.

"She can find someone if she wants to. What does it have to do with me?"

Song Lan tried to pull out her fingertips, but did not twitch a few times.

He Zhaozhi likes the way she occasionally resists the thorns, if she struggles, he will hold her tighter.

"Are you sure you don't need my help? You can think about it, Liu De has a bad temper, and he doesn't take hard and soft. When Shen Yingxue interviews him, you won't even have time to cry."

Song Lan smiled lightly.

A dark light flashed across her eyes, making her look indescribably coquettish.

"You also know that Liu De won't eat hard and soft, so he may not be willing to give Shen Yingxue face. Who will cry and who will laugh is not sure. Mr. He, it is not in line with your character to be eager to sing bad news."

She leaned slightly and whispered next to He Zhaozhi's ear.

"Anyway, I'm your one-in-a-million bed partner. I know a lot, and it's far more than just serving Mr. He."

The woman's red lips brushed against her ears, and the fragrance overflowed.

He Zhaozhi's eyes darkened, and he reached out to grab her, but Song Lan avoided her flexibly.

Song Lan stood a few steps away and waved at him.

"I still have to work, Mr. He, please walk slowly."

After speaking, Song Lan turned around and left, her rippling steps quickly disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

There is only moonlight left, like the shadow left by a woman, swaying and moving.

He Zhaozhi clicked his tongue.

This Song Lan...is getting more and more uncontrollable.

But this is exactly what is new about Song Lan.

The next day, Song Lan came to Liu De's studio with a refined interview draft prepared all night.

Liu De is a well-known calligrapher in China, and his ink paintings are everywhere in the studio.

It looks reckless and unrestrained, just like Liu De's proud temperament.

"You are the reporter of KEO?"

Liu De stood in front of an ancient book table, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand was writing and splashing ink on the paper.

Liu De Nian is nearly [-] years old, and he has the common faults of old-school artists, and he loves elegance.

So today Song Lan also wore a lake green cheongsam to his liking, with a black knit jacket on his shoulders, and his long hair was tied up with jade hairpins, elegant and dusty.

Her natural beauty is not inconsistent with Liu De's studio full of simplicity.

That's why Liu De accepted her in.

"Yes, Teacher Liu De. I am Song Lan, a reporter from KEO, and this is my business card."

Song Lan said in a gentle manner, "We at KEO magazine have admired your name for a long time, and look forward to cooperating with you for a special interview on Chinese style and ink painting, so as to let more people know about your original intention of freehand calligraphy. You are busy first, and I will wait here You are free."

As he said that, Song Lan stood aside knowingly.

Liu De raised his head and took a deep look at Song Lan.

"It's a pity, why did you become a reporter?" He shook his head.

Liu De couldn't get used to the sharp-tongued and inquisitive reporters.

"No matter what prejudice you have against reporters, Mr. Liu De, I come to see you with respect for you." Song Lan bowed and said politely.

Liu De was not moved by her politeness.

Instead, he said indifferently, "It's useless to say more, go back, I won't accept anyone's interview."

Getting rejected is to be expected.

Song Lan pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and said to Liu De, "I will wait for you outside the door. If you are willing to be interviewed, please let me know immediately."

She didn't stalk her, and walked out neatly.

Liu De couldn't help raising his head and said something to her back.

"It's useless for you to wait outside until it gets dark. I said I don't accept it, but I just don't accept it."

Then we have to wait until it gets dark, Song Lan thought.

Just as Song Lan went out, she saw Shen Yingxue walking towards him with a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

Seeing Song Lan come out, Shen Yingxue knew that she had been rejected.

The complacency on Shen Yingxue's face was almost overflowing.

"Song Lan, Song Lan, didn't you threaten to defeat me, so you were kicked out? The position of deputy director is not something everyone can afford, and this is the end of your overreaching."

She looked at the middle-aged man beside her, beaming with joy as if she had already won the exclusive interview with Liu De.

"Do you know who this is? This is Mr. Lu, a big banker, the president of the Chinese Studies Research Association, you will lose this time!"

Banker, president?
Song Lan faintly listened to the man's title and identity, and the corner of her mouth curled into a smile.

"Really? Then I wish you success."

Song Lan's eyes were clear and peaceful, as if she was really blessing Shen Yingxue.

Seeing that Song Lan didn't talk back to her before, Shen Yingxue actually blessed herself, and walked into the studio with the expression of seeing a ghost.

Song Lan continued to wait outside the door.

Ten minutes later, Liu De's angry roar suddenly came from inside.

"Get out, get out - I don't care who you are, who allowed you to bring people into my studio, and my words are worthy of being defiled by you, get out!!"

Although Liu De is old, he is full of energy.

Song Lan raised the corner of her mouth, and as expected, she saw Shen Yingxue and that Mr. Lu kicked out by Liu De.

When the two of them went in, they were glamorous, but when they came out, they were in a mess.

The banker, Mr. Lu, blushed and shouted at Liu De, "Isn't it just knowing how to do calligraphy? What's so great about it? I'm proud of myself!"

He turned his head to Shen Yingxue and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Miss Shen, I didn't know that Liu De was so ungrateful. I even offered a million dollars to buy his writing, but he still refused to accept the interview!"

Shen Yingxue smiled stiffly, "It's okay, Mr. Lu, I don't care."

How could she not care, the dignified young lady of the Shen family was kicked out by a bad old man!

Shen Yingxue was going to die of anger.

As soon as she raised her head, she met Song Lan's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Song Lan had already guessed that they would be kicked out.

(End of this chapter)