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

Chapter 143 Appearance
Jun Zetian was dressed in a long black windbreaker, striding forward, his stern eyebrows were calm and unwavering: "Miss Song, long time no see."

He looked at Father Song in the ward, fell silent for a while, and said, "It seems that your situation is a bit embarrassing recently."

Song Lan rolled down her sleeves in embarrassment, using a thin sweater to cover her wounded body and mind.

She closed the door of the ward a little silently, not wanting her father on the bed to be spied on casually.

"If Mr. Jun is here to make fun of me, then there's no need. I have no grievances or enmities with Mr. Jun. It's okay. Mr. Jun can go."

Song Lan and Jun Zetian met once at the Jun family banquet, so they don't have any special impressions.

Naturally, he didn't expect Jun Zetian to have any kind words for her.

Jun Zetian raised his long eyebrows: "Who said I'm fine? Miss Song thinks that I'm someone who will cause trouble for me when I'm idle?"

Song Lan was speechless for three seconds: "Then dare to ask, what is your purpose of looking for me..."

Jun Zetian didn't play around, took out a gold-plated business card from his pocket, and handed it to Song Lan.

"It's like this. Our Jun's wants to hire you as a member of the project department. I heard that Ms. Song has hit a wall in her job search recently. Why don't you take a look at our Jun's."

Jun Zetian's business card is extraordinary, in the plain white atmosphere of the hospital, his business card seems to be shining.

Song Lan was stunned for more than a dozen seconds before she grabbed her sleeves defensively: "Of course I believe in the strength of the Jun Group, but why did Mr. Jun choose me? As far as I know, there are so many people who want to join the Jun Group that they can squeeze out Head, although I am confident that I have the ability to do well, but in terms of reputation, I really—"

"Our Jun family doesn't care about reputation." Jun Zetian interrupted Song Lan lightly.

"As long as it's not a cunning villain with a criminal record of murder and arson, our Jun family can only admit it. Besides, to be honest, this proposal was made by my mother."

"Madam Jun?" Song Lan whispered.

I thought of that kind and kind lady.

Jun Zetian nodded, narrowed his long and narrow black eyes, and spoke in a business-like tone without any prejudice.

It made Song Lan inexplicably fond of him.

"I investigated you, and you are indeed as competent as my mother said, so I will make a special trip to deliver olive branches."

Although Jun Zetian looked cold, his attitude was not contemptuous or contemptuous.

Song Lan thought for a while, took the business card, raised her head and said seriously: "Thank you Mrs. Jun and Mr. Jun for your trust. You believe in me, and I won't let you down. Today is already Saturday... next Monday , I'll get to work on time, okay?"

Jun Zetian saw her swiftly agreeing, a rare arc finally appeared on his lips.

"Well, let's do it on Monday. Remember, if you are one minute late at nine o'clock in the morning, you will be disqualified from applying for a job."

"Don't worry, Mr. Jun, I won't give up any chance."

Song Lan raised a confident smile and said calmly.

As long as there is a chance to climb up, even if her palm is punctured and covered in blood, she will never give up.

Her appearance is delicate and fragile like precious porcelain, but she has such firmness, which surprised Jun Zetian.

Appreciation flashed in Jun Zetian's eyes, and he curled his lips: "Then I'm looking forward to your performance."

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"Young Master He, this is a newly sent document from the project department. Regarding the cooperation with Jun's, you need to personally approve it."

Zhou Qu walked into the office and placed a document in front of He Zhaozhi.

He Zhaozhi seemed to have never heard of it.

He stared intently at a thin photo in his palm.

The photo was only half the size of a palm, and there were traces of being burned by fire, but he rescued it.

It's not that he didn't think about burning everything related to Song Lan, but he found that it couldn't be done.

Song Lan's scar grew on her heart, and she couldn't get better, she could only suffer from the pain day and night.

Song Lan in the photo is cold and distant, like a flower in the high mountains that cannot be plucked.

The corners of He Zhaozhi raised his lips, and said in a low voice, "Song Lan, don't you regret it?"

If you choose to leave him, will you really not regret it?
It's clear that she provoked him first, her purpose was impure, and she stabbed his heart first.

Why did he feel heartache when the woman slapped him in the nursing home and made him go away?
It's not fair at all.

Zhou Qu lowered his head and didn't dare to look at He Chaozhi's expression, but he knew that his young master was thinking about Miss Song again.

Zhou Qu cut off the phone call from his subordinates to urge the contract, and cleared his throat: "Mr. He, it's time for you to approve the documents. Jun's will go to negotiate in person in half an hour."

He Zhaozhi came back to his senses, put the photo under his palm, and coldly copied the contract.

"Go and prepare the car, I will go to Jun's in a while."

In a flash, Song Lan has been working at Jun's for three days.

The members of the Jun family were exactly as Jun Zetian said, without prejudice, and they were very kind to her.

It may be that Jun's is famous for its charity, so the employees it recruits are also very friendly and friendly.

In the morning, Song Lan sent the project department's documents to Jun Zetian's office as usual.

"Mr. Jun, the results of the seminar just concluded by the project department have decided to expand the business of the financial company in the DC area to a few more points..."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Jun Zetian's secretary said: "Mr. Jun, Mr. He is here to discuss the project with you."

Song Lan was stunned for a moment, then pinched the corner of the document tightly with her fingertips, leaving a deep white mark.

Mr. He, is it He Chaozhi, or He Mingchuan?

How could it be such a coincidence, wherever she works, there will be projects from the He family.

The He family's research...is too broad!
During the few seconds Song Lan was secretly nervous, the man outside the door strode in.

Wearing a suit and leather shoes, he looked arrogant, and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line.

He Zhaozhi glanced casually to the corner, and when he caught a glimpse of Song Lan's equally tense face, his dark eyes sank.

"Song Lan?" He Chaozhi ignored Jun Zetian who was sitting in the middle of the office.

A few steps came in front of Song Lan, and grabbed her slender wrist: "Why are you here?"

Song Lan was cornered by him, and the work card with blue ribbon on her chest swung lightly following her strength.

He Zhaozhi's eyes fell on her work ID card, his eyes flicked over the words "employee Song Lan", and a sarcastic smile curled up on his lips.

"I really underestimated you, Song Lan, you are really capable. Last time it was Qin Haifeng, but this time it was replaced by Jun Zetian? You are so clever, you have climbed up to Jun's house in just a few days?"

Song Lan's wrist hurt from being pinched by him, her eyes were filled with steam: "He Chaozhi, why are you crazy, I'm working, please let me go!"

Jun Zetian didn't expect He Chaozhi to be so rude to women, so he got up with a sullen face, and stopped in front of He Chaozhi.

"He Chaozhi, please show some respect. Song Lan is an employee of our company, not someone you can insult casually!"

Gentleman Jun Zetian grabbed Song Lan's other wrist through his sleeve, trying to send her out: "Song Lan, you go out first, I will talk to Mr. He alone."

(End of this chapter)