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

Chapter 146
He Zhaozhi's figure froze slightly, standing on the spot, his lowered hands clenched into fists.

This woman, isn't she even willing to explain a word?
Su Huaqing had been watching the fire from the other side, seeing that Song Lan had offended He Chaozhi without thinking, she was overjoyed.

He stroked the bun quickly, exuding a timid and charming look, and stuck it on like a dog's skin plaster.

"Mr. He, don't be angry. Some women just have restless temperaments. They can't get back their hearts. They just go wild outside. Why should you care about her? You are the famous Young Master He in Yecheng. As long as you want, you can do anything." Such a woman will come as soon as she beckons, including me..."

Su Huaqing talked round and round for a long time, and finally turned the topic back to himself.

She was shy and wanted to recommend a pillow seat.

At this time, Qin Sheng walked over with a gloomy expression: "Su Huaqing, why are you here again? You are the heroine, and you are not on stage for interviews. Are you wasting time here! All the reporters are waiting for you now, you are so big shelf."

Qin Sheng has this kind of personality, he is kind and pampering to those he likes, and he is not polite to those he despises, scolding whenever he needs to.

Although Su Huaqing was the heroine, she didn't get along well with Qin Sheng.

In the whole crew, she was scolded by Qin Sheng the most times.

When Su Huaqing saw Qin Sheng, his face turned green as if he had eaten a fly.

"He Shao, He Shao, I want to be with you..."

Su Huaqing twitched and stretched out two fingers to pinch He Chaozhi's sleeve.

It was not easy for her to have some time to spend with He Zhaozhi, so she was not willing to leave.

Qin Shengqi's face turned ashen.

He Zhaozhi raised his hand and raised his hand impatiently: "Director Qin told you to go, so hurry up, the company promoted you to repay the company, not to make you act like Joe, you must always remember that you are a female star Don't embarrass the He family and me."

After being trained, Su Huaqing became a lot more honest, and left with Qin Sheng aggrieved.

After Su Huaqing left, the atmosphere was indeed much cleaner.

When He Zhaozhi came to the corridor, he picked out a peppermint popped cigarette with his long fingers and wanted to smoke. With the cigarette between his thin lips, he suddenly remembered the wisp of incense that Song Lan had left just now.

Like orchids like musk deer, quiet and cold, inexplicably, itchy.

He Zhaozhi tugged at his collar irritably, his eyes darkened.

Since he broke up with Song Lan, he has never touched a woman again, and every time he dreams back at midnight, there is her residual fragrance beside his pillow.

He Zhaozhi cursed in a low voice, took out the cigarette from his mouth and threw it into the wastebasket, and strode towards the direction Song Lan left.

He was still not reconciled.

He still wanted to find that woman and ask her to understand.

In what way is he inferior to Jun Zetian?
……

Jun Zetian came out of the bathroom, the suit on his chest had been wiped clean.

He looked at Song Lan who was guarding the door, quite surprised: "Why don't you go to the infield, what are you waiting for me here?"

Song Lan lowered her eyebrows, revealing a slender neck: "Mr. Jun, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable, and I want to go back and rest first."

Jun Zetian looked at her red wrist, and thought of He Chaozhi who he saw in the infield just now, and guessed that she was probably being entangled by He Chaozhi again.

Then he nodded and said: "Yes, then you go back first."

"Mr. Jun is here alone, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'll call the secretary over."

Seeing that Jun Zetian had made arrangements properly, Song Lan felt relieved to leave.

She was walking on the road absent-mindedly, and when she crossed the road, her wrists came into contact with the cold air, causing a tingling pain.

Song Lan looked down at the red wrist pinched by He Chaozhi, and pulled the corner of her mouth in self-deprecating manner, planning to go back and rub some medicine.

But he didn't realize that a car running a red light was approaching at high speed on the other side of the road——

"careful!"

The man's terrified roar came from behind.

Song Lan didn't react to anything, only felt a beam of bright light confused her vision, and she was thrown heavily to the ground.

When Song Lan got up with his head supported, he saw He Chaozhi wearing a gray overcoat, lying quietly not far away, motionless.

It was He Zhaozhi who saved her!
Song Lan suddenly understood everything, screamed and rushed over: "He Chaozhi, He Chaozhi, wake up!"

Half an hour later, He Zhaozhi was rushed to the hospital for surgery.

When He Mingchuan heard about his son's accident, he immediately terminated the meeting and rushed to the hospital with Jiang Yurong.

Outside the door of the operating room, Song Lan's hands were stained with blood, it was He Chaozhi's blood.

She stood against the wall in despair, her figure curled up, her face pale, like a lonely ghost.

"What the hell is going on, how could Chaozhi get hit by a car!"

He Mingchuan angrily questioned He Chaozhi's personal secretary, Zhou Qu.

Zhou Qu was also sweating profusely: "At that time, something happened suddenly, Young Master He suddenly rushed towards Miss Song, we didn't react, and that caused Young Master He to be hit by a car."

"So, it's all because of you that Chaozhi was hit by a car!"

He Mingchuan turned his head abruptly, staring at Song Lan fiercely with eagle eyes.

I can't wait to eat her flesh and drink her blood!

Zhou Qu stepped forward and explained, "Sir, it's not all Miss Song's fault."

Jiang Yurong also said nervously: "Famous biography, Song Lan didn't mean it..."

But He Mingchuan still slapped Song Lan hard on the face.

The corridor was silent, Jiang Yurong's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with a handkerchief, feeling so heartbroken that it was hard to breathe.

Song Lan was slapped, turned his head, and his already weak body swayed.

She supported the wall to stand firm, bright red blood oozing from the corner of her cracked mouth.

She raised her head calmly, looked directly at He Mingchuan, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her hand.

"Mr. He can hit you if you want to. He Chaozhi was injured to save me. I owe him this. I feel better after hitting me."

He Mingchuan sneered: "Do you think that if I slap you, this matter will be over? Don't think so!"

"Chaozhi is the only heir of our He family. If there is even the slightest mistake because of you, I will kill you!"

He Zhaozhi's roar shocked half of the people in the hospital.

Song Lan just smiled wryly.

He Chaozhi is the heir that the He family has spent years nurturing with painstaking efforts. He has an unusually distinguished status. It is only natural that He's name has become so popular.

Song Lan lowered her eyelids slowly, and said in a weary hoarse voice: "If He Zhaozhi is really dead, you don't need to tell me, I will consciously dig a hole and bury myself, so as not to hinder your eyes."

Jiang Yurong couldn't bear to listen any longer, and hurried forward, carefully persuading: "Mingchuan, let's see how Chaozhi is doing first, the most urgent thing is that Chaozhi is fine!"

She has followed He Mingchuan for so many years, how could she not know He Mingchuan's temper.

If something really happened to He Chaozhi, her daughter Song Lan would have to be buried with her!

Jiang Yurong was so anxious that tears of worry flowed down her cheeks.

Not only for He Chaozhi, but also for Song Lan.

"You'd better remember what you said." He Mingchuan gave Song Lan a cold look, with no warmth in his eyes.

The door of the operating room opened, and He Chaozhi was pushed out.

He Mingchuan rushed forward: "Doctor, how is my son doing!?"

(End of this chapter)