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

Chapter 130 Candlelight Dinner
With He Chaozhi's shareholding, KEO quickly returned to a thriving state under Song Lan's leadership.

He Family Villa.

Jiang Yurong walked out of the kitchen happily carrying the dishes, and placed them in front of He Chaozhi.

"It's rare for Chaozhi to come back. Aunt Rong specially made you your favorite dish. Try it quickly. Your father keeps talking about why you haven't come back at home. It's good to be back now."

He Mingchuan sat at the head seat, with a solemn expression and did not say a word, while He Chaozhi sat at the front seat, his indifferent appearance was exactly the same as He Mingchuan's.

Seeing that the two of them were motionless, like sculptures, Jiang Yurong couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Why don't you eat it? If you don't use your chopsticks, the food will be cold. Chaozhi, eat quickly."

"Aunt Rong."

He Zhaozhi interrupted Jiang Yurong's greeting in a cold voice, with a distant yet polite face on his face: "I have something to say to my dad alone, can you please avoid it?"

Jiang Yurong was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head to look at He Mingchuan.

Seeing that there was no response from He Mingchuan, Jiang Yurong took off her apron awkwardly and put it on the back of the chair: "Okay, Aunt Rong will go upstairs first, and you father and son will eat slowly."

When Jiang Yurong's back disappeared on the stairs, He Mingchuan rolled his elbows, put his hands on the corner of the table, and shot straight at He Chaozhi: "Tell me, what do you want to tell me when you come back this time."

He Zhaozhi usually has to be urged three times and four times before he is willing to go home.

This time I took the initiative to go home, and I will not be courteous for nothing.

Sure enough, He Chaozhi raised his thin lips, as if he had made a big order of hundreds of millions, he smiled and looked at He Mingchuan.

"Tomorrow is the last day of the March appointment, you, remember the bet with Song Lan?"

He Mingchuan paused, and his voice was calm and deep: "Remember, what's the matter, you are here to please me for Song Lan, and you want to extend the betting time?"

"I want to tell you that Song Lan has become the president of KEO this morning. From then on, she will be the CEO of KEO. I hope you can fulfill your promise and stop blaming her. She has already done what she promised. Now, as an elder, you shouldn't break your promise."

"Heh, I thought you were coming home to see me when the sun came out from the west, so it turned out that you turned your elbow out to help Song Lan warn me?"

He Zhaozhi raised his eyebrows: "If you think so, I can't help it."

He Mingchuan's eyes suddenly sank. He picked up a vegetable leaf with his chopsticks, but before it reached his mouth, he smashed the chopsticks together into the plate.

When the chopsticks and plates collided, there was an ear-piercing crisp sound, and He Zhaozhi's expression remained unchanged.

He Mingchuan grabbed the napkin, wiped the corners of his mouth, and looked sullenly at his son sitting beside him.

"He Chaozhi, you are really my good son. I congratulate you for my whole life, why did you raise such a blind thing? You are willing to disobey me and anger me because of her. Have you ever thought that this woman is not worthy at all?" With all your love!?"

He Mingchuan's anger came suddenly, He Chaozhi frowned, and glanced at his father displeased.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. If you want to drive a wedge between me and Song Lan, you'd better save yourself."

"Divorce? Bastard, just because of the good things that woman did, I still need to alienate you. Open your eyes for me and take a good look!"

He Mingchuan indifferently pulled out a file bag and threw it in front of He Chaozhi.

Turned and left the restaurant.

The huge restaurant became empty, and the cold light refracted by the crystal lamp was projected into He Zhaozhi's black eyes.

He raised his hand, opened the file bag hesitantly, and took out a copy of Song Lan's life experience from it.

In the review of word by word, the binoculars became unbearably deep.

……

When getting off work, Song Lan stretched her waist and ended the day's work.

The phone on the desk dinged and received a letter from He Zhaozhi.

Song Lan opened his eyes.

[Are you free to have dinner with me later? 】

Song Lan thought for a while, she was fine tonight.

【And what kind of banquet do you need a female companion for, do you want me to deal with it? 】

[No, just the two of us, candlelight dinner. 】

Song Lan curled his mouth.

In the past three months, although He Zhaozhi and she were just boyfriend and girlfriend in name, he has shouldered a lot of boyfriend's obligations.

Including doing her favors, injecting KEO capital, occasional dates and candlelight dinners...

For a few moments, Song Lan almost thought that they were really an ordinary pair of lovers.

At most, they are richer than ordinary people.

[Okay, see you later. 】

After Song Lan replied to the message, she went home and changed her clothes, then set off to the restaurant.

The location was an expensive French restaurant in Night City. He Zhaozhi seemed to have booked the place. There were people coming and going outside the door. The restaurant's dim lighting made the atmosphere warm and pleasant, but there was no one there.

Song Lan walked in curiously, and a waiter immediately greeted her and took her to the window seat on the second floor.

He Zhaozhi sat there for an unknown how long, with a lazy expression, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were as if carved from ivory.

Seeing Song Lan coming, He Zhaozhi raised his wine glass at her and smiled lazily: "Come?"

Song Lan's eyes flickered with the warm candlelight on the dining table: "Are you booking the place?"

"Well, I don't like being interrupted by other people when we're just the two of us."

He Zhaozhi took a sip of the red wine on his own, put down his glass, and looked at Song Lan with a smile through the light.

"Song Lan, do you have anything at home that needs help? If you want to tell me, you can just say it."

Song Lan froze for a moment, suspecting that he told Jiang Yurong that Jiang Yurong told He Chaozhi about his father's stay in the nursing home.

She pursed her lips hard, not wanting to bring up her life experience.

"There's nothing I need to help with. I'm the president now, and I have enough money."

He Zhaozhi was silent for a while: "Really? Don't you want to tell me about other family matters?"

He Zhaozhi raised his eyes, staring at Song Lan with deep and bottomless eyes.

Song Lan's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and she looked at He Chaozhi strangely, feeling that something was wrong with He Chaozhi today.

"He Zhaozhi, what exactly do you want me to say?"

He Zhaozhi pulled his lower lip, still looking like that careless young master.

"It's nothing. I'm just worried about your family's difficulties. I can't handle it by myself. It just so happens that I have a lot of money, so I don't mind spending more for you."

Song Lan's restless heart returned after hearing these words.

She lowered her eyes calmly, cutting the food on the plate with a delicate silver knife and fork.

The bright red lips fluttered, and he spit out concise and powerful words: "He Zhaozhi, I have said it before, don't ask things you shouldn't ask, I don't like it... What are you doing?"

Raising her eyes, Song Lan looked in surprise at the waiter who suddenly came pushing a trolley.

He Zhaozhi took down the red velvet wine cake from the cart, placed it between the two of them, and took out a handful of fresh dewy roses, and handed it to Song Lan.

(End of this chapter)