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

Chapter 144 Restart

Song Lan said in a low voice, "Yes, Mr. Jun."

She tried to shake off He Zhaozhi's hand and leave.

He Zhaozhi's eyes were stung by Jun Zetian's hand touching her.

He ruthlessly dragged Song Lan back, pinching Song Lan's thin shoulders: "It's better to cling to others than to cling to me directly. Don't you know me well? Why are you still staying in Jun's? Come back with me now!"

He pinched Song Lan so hard with his fingerprints that it hurt.

Song Lan whispered, a trace of pain flashed across her clear face, she gritted her teeth and said, "He Zhaozhi, you hurt me, let me go!"

He Zhaozhi quickly let go of her hand when she said it was in pain, and Song Lan's wrist was indeed covered with his own fingerprints.

Jun Zetian couldn't bear it anymore and stood up, pushed He Chaozhi away, and his tall body stood in front of Song Lan.

"He Chaozhi, no matter how crazy you are, you have to have a limit. Song Lan offended you, and you drove her to nowhere. Didn't you know her plan a long time ago? It was you who jumped into the trap willingly. It ended up like this, you are not wronged!"

"Jun Zetian, what right do you have to meddle in the affairs between me and her?" He Zhaozhi raised his fierce gaze and asked with a sneer.

"I'm not qualified."

Jun Zetian took a few deep breaths, and said with a cold face: "But Song Lan is now the person my Jun family wants to protect. If you wish to move, you must first ask my Jun family if she is willing. This is not your congratulations." Home, not to mention your He Chaozhi's spoiled territory, you are in my Jun family, the person who touches my Jun family, are you planning to break the relationship between He Jun and his family from now on!?"

The He family and the Jun family, the two established families in Night City, have always had business contacts.

During the Chinese New Year and holidays, greetings and visits are unavoidable.

The He family is the dominant family in Yecheng, but the Jun family should not be underestimated either. Only the combination of the two can check and balance Yecheng.

He Zhaozhi pursed his thin lips silently.

He stared at Song Lan silently, and there was a moment of fragility and sadness in his eyes, which soon disappeared.

He asked in a hoarse voice: "Song Lan, let me ask you again, are you really not planning to go back with me?"

The man's eyes were dark and his jaw was tense, looking forward to her reply.

Song Lan was touched by the hurt in his eyes, she gritted her teeth and turned her head away.

It's not that they didn't have tenderness and love, but they all disappeared with hatred and entanglement.

"Mr. Jun."

Song Lan adjusted her breathing, did not look at He Chaozhi, and forcibly addressed Jun Ze Tian Dao calmly.

"I want to have a few words with He Zhaozhi alone, okay?"

Jun Zetian hesitated.

Finally nodded: "Be careful yourself."

Song Lan lowered her eyes and brought He Chaozhi to the deserted tea room.

Close the door, the closed space sealed their aura.

She made tea quietly, and was in a trance for a while, as if she had returned to the past, when he hadn't seen the truth.

"He Zhaozhi... Didn't you also say that in church that day, you don't want to marry me, I don't want to marry you, we both said the same thing, have you forgotten?"

He Zhaozhi suppressed the excitement in his eyes, and took a step forward: "That's because I was blinded by hatred, I regret it now..."

"There is no regret medicine in the world, let's go here, okay?"

Song Lan raised her head and handed a cup of tea to He Chaozhi.

The bitter tea, the astringent tea that has not been filtered out, is her original face.

She is not coffee or milk, she is just a cup of bitter strong tea, she doesn't want to pretend to be a soft and gentle woman for He Zhaozhi anymore.

"We can't go back." Song Lan said calmly.

He Zhaozhi stared at her deeply, took the cup of tea, and drank it down: "Are you in love with Jun Zetian?"

Song Lan felt ridiculous: "He is just my boss, my benefactor, I just want to work hard to repay him, how could I fall in love with him?"

"Then why would you rather stay with him than come back?"

He Chaozhi's eyes were slightly red, and his voice was low and cold: "If you want to start a magazine, I can continue to make you the president. If you want to work in He's, I can also let you parachute to be the supervisor. Your father's medical expenses, I can have one sex for 100 years, what do you want from me, Song Lan? Tell me, what do I need to do so that you can come back to me?"

Song Lan was silent for a while: "No, even if you give me one billion, ten billion, I won't go back."

"Why?" He Zhaozhi couldn't help but took a step forward.

Hoarse voice.

"I regret it, Song Lan, give me another chance, okay?"

"There is no chance, the two of us, there is no possibility anymore, let's die, He Chaozhi."

Song Lan shook her head and rejected He Chaozhi indifferently.

From the very beginning, her purpose of approaching He Zhaozhi was impure, and this impure relationship had already consumed too much of her energy.

She managed to get rid of it with great difficulty, and she didn't want to go back, deceiving herself as a "liar".

She would rather suffer a little, and don't feel uneasy and compromise.

"I should go to work, He Chaozhi, goodbye...no." Song Lan paused, and said softly, "I hope we will never see each other again."

Song Lan opened the door and left resolutely.

The door of the tea room shook back and forth a few times, blurring the lonely figure of the man.

The next day.

Song Lan came to the office as usual, but found a large bouquet of fresh roses on the table.

She had a bad premonition, walked over to open the card embedded in the flower, and sneered.

"He Zhaozhi..."

It was really a gift from He Zhaozhi.

He doesn't think that sending roses can make her change her mind, right?
Song Lan grabbed a large bouquet of roses and wanted to throw them into the trash, but found that the roses were in good condition. After searching online, she found out that they were Louis XIV roses, which cost several hundred dollars each.

Flowers are innocent, not to mention the person who grows them puts so much effort into it, she shouldn't waste it.

After thinking about it, Song Lan distributed the flowers to colleagues in the office: "I'm allergic to pollen and can't grow flowers, so everyone should do me a favor and share it."

Song Lan lied kindly, she was not allergic to pollen, she just simply didn't want He Chaozhi's roses.

Colleagues recognized that it was the precious rose variety Louis XIV, and excitedly took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

After a while, a large bouquet of hundreds of roses was distributed.

Song Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and sat back to work in a stable position.

The next day, the third day... roses were delivered to my door every day.

As soon as Song Lan goes to work, she can receive the freshest roses just brought in by air.

She bit the bullet and sent it to her colleagues, her hands were sore.

After distributing roses again, Song Lan walked into the bathroom with a heavy heart, wondering whether it is necessary to warn He Zhaozhi not to send any more roses.

"Have you seen Song Lan like that, his tail is almost up to the sky, who doesn't have a boyfriend anymore, showing off the roses he got in the office every day, who do you look down on?"

A woman's sarcastic voice came from the direction of the sink.

(End of this chapter)