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

Chapter 136 Gastric Perforation

The box was silent for a moment, and the fox friends and dog friends had different eyes and laughed with ulterior motives.

Only Sister Ping was overjoyed and pulled Song Lan over: "Song Lan, thank you, Young Master He, from now on you will be appointed by Young Master He. As long as you serve Young Master He well and want money, that's not a big deal." A lot of it?"

Song Lan's face was pale, and she staggered and was pushed in front of He Chaozhi by Sister Ping.

Although it was her first time to work in a nightclub, her colleagues had told her about the rules of the nightclub on the way here just now.

Being appointed by someone is equivalent to being hired. In the future, you don't have to drink with others, and you will get extra money every month. There is only one thing, that is...

All requirements of the sponsor must be fulfilled and cannot be refused.

Is He Zhaozhi... planning to squeeze her seven inches tightly no matter where and at what time, to kill her?
An indistinct mockery crossed Song Lan's face, and she sat beside He Chaozhi amidst the booing around her.

The slender and thin figure is out of tune with the surrounding feasting and feasting.

He Zhaozhi bent down and leaned close to her ear, his low-pitched laughter was creepy for no reason.

"It seems that you are not doing well without me, Song Lan, or am I overestimating you?"

He withdrew his disdainful gaze, and mixed a few glasses of depth charges with whiskey, tequila, and white beer. The spirits became stronger and white foam appeared.

He Zhaozhi sat down, leaning on the sofa with a lazy expression, and curled his lips at Song Lan.

"Didn't you want money? Yes, I'll give you [-] yuan for a drink. Can you drink it?"

Seeing this, Pei Yang was relieved.

It turned out that He Chaozhi also wanted to tease this woman, he thought he was upset when he touched Song Lan.

Pei Yang took the lead in booing: "Have a drink, what we Shao He has is money, as long as you can make He Shao happy, let alone mere banknotes, what do you want can't I give you?"

"That's right, drink it quickly, what are you doing here if you can't drink?"

Everyone around stood up, gloating at Song Lan.

Song Lan looked at the foaming wine glass on the table without saying a word, and she calmly picked it up with a low and crisp voice.

"Okay, I'll give you [-] for a drink?"

He Zhaozhi smiled: "Yes, it depends on how many drinks you can have."

"Cash?" Song Lan bent down and picked up a glass of wine from the table.

The curvature of the corner of He Zhaozhi's mouth became profoundly cold: "Cash."

Song Lan didn't hesitate any longer, closed her eyes and looked up, drinking the wine in the glass in one go.

The wine flowed down her fair chin and slid into her collarbone, making everyone present swallow their saliva alluringly.

Pei Yang's eyeballs were almost protruding, and his whole body was unbearably hot.

Song Lan wiped the corners of her mouth, took a few deep breaths, picked up the second cup and continued drinking.

Immediately afterwards, the third cup, the fourth cup... until the fifth cup.

He Zhaozhi's eyes were fixed on her gradually pale lips, and the big palms hanging beside her were clenched tightly, showing clear veins.

After drinking the last sip of the fifth cup, Song Lan rushed out the door, leaning on the door frame and throwing up.

But she just rinsed her mouth with water indiscriminately, endured the pain, and walked back to the box.

The woman's uniform has been basically wet with wine, outlines the looming gully.

Pei Yang straightened his eyes, and was slapped on the face by He Zhaozhi, kicking him to the corner of the wall.

He Zhaozhi sneered and swept away the five empty wine glasses: "I drank five glasses... Song Lan, are you quite capable?"

A man would have to down three glasses of this depth charge, let alone someone like Song Lan who doesn't drink at all.

When she was asked to accompany him to the banquet before, the woman who had a cold face for a long time after drinking a drink was very "appreciative" today.

Song Lan clenched her lips, put her hand on her stomach, and stretched out her hand coldly: "Five cups, 50, give it to me."

He Zhaozhi didn't move, but looked at her with gloomy eyes.

Song Lan raised her plain and pale face stubbornly: "You agreed."

He Zhaozhi cursed in a low voice.

He leaned close to Song Lan's unsteady body: "50, right? That's the 50 you're short of? Okay, I'll give it to you—Zhou Qu!"

He yelled outside.

Zhou Qu walked in with a large suitcase: "Young Master He."

He Zhaozhi walked over and opened the suitcase, revealing stacks of banknotes neatly stacked inside.

Song Lan's eyes fell on the stack of red banknotes, and she took off her shoulders in a daze.

She knew that her father's illness was cured and he didn't have to be kicked out of the nursing home.

She walked over with her feet flabbergasted, just as she was about to pick up a wad of money, she was stopped by He Chaozhi: "Who told you to take it like this?"

Song Lan was puzzled.

He Zhaozhi grabbed several wads of money and sprinkled them high in front of Song Lan.

The red banknotes were like a rain of blood, across Song Lan's line of sight, and scattered all over the ground.

There was silence all around, only He Zhaozhi's mocking and ruthless voice: "Song Lan, don't you want money? Pick it up, if you want money, just pick it up one by one, and everything you find is yours."

Sister Ping stood not far away, trembling. She didn't know how Song Lan had offended this Young Master He, and she didn't dare to go forward to help.

Song Lan stood silently in the "money rain", her eyes were quiet like stones that had lost their light, and it took a long time before she moved.

She bent down and picked up the banknote resignedly.

One after another, she didn't care about anything, only the pile of money in her eyes.

He Zhaozhi's eyes also became more and more annoyed and gloomy.

He slammed his feet on the pile of bills, grabbed the woman by the arm, and pulled her up.

But the expression she saw suddenly became extremely painful, she clutched her stomach, and fell down limply.

He Zhaozhi was stunned, but Zhou Qu reacted quickly, leaning over and touching Song Lan's breath.

"Young Master He, Ms. Song seems to be sick and passed out. Her breathing is very weak and short..."

……

"You are the family members of the patient!?"

Outside the operating room, the doctor looked at He Zhaozhi and Zhou Qu angrily, and said sternly: "The patient has severe stomach problems, and you still let her drink so much, you think she didn't die fast enough!?"

He Zhaozhi sat on the bench with a gloomy face, his eyelids were slightly lifted by the doctor's reprimand, and he was about to get angry, so Zhou Qu hurriedly took a step forward.

Apologize to the doctor.

"Sorry doctor, we are usually too negligent to care, we must be careful in the future, how is the patient's condition, is it okay?"

Seeing that Zhou Qu's attitude was still gentle, the doctor's expression softened a bit: "Hmph, the operation was successful for gastric perforation, and the person was saved, but if he drank a few more times in the future, he didn't need to be sent to the hospital. Let's do it later!"

After speaking, the doctor left angrily.

Zhou Qu walked back to He Chaozhi's side, "Young Master He, Miss Song is fine."

He Zhaozhi raised his eyes coldly, thinking that Zhou Qu was talking too much: "Did I ask you?"

Zhou Qu sniffed his nose, and stroked his eyebrows in embarrassment: "Then do we need to wait for Miss Song to wake up?"

(End of this chapter)