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

Chapter 147
The doctor said: "Mr. He, don't worry. Young Master He only suffered a broken left leg and a slight concussion. It's a blessing among misfortunes. You just need to rest well."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Yurong almost passed out.

God knows how scared she was just now.

He Zhaozhi was sent to the ward, and after the anesthetic wore off, he opened his eyes.

"Chaozhi, how do you feel now, where does it hurt?"

He Mingchuan sat by the bed gloomyly, and asked with a frown.

Although normally the father and son would be at war when they met, but when it came to the critical moment, it was impossible for He Mingchuan not to worry about his son.

He Zhaozhi's thin lips pressed into a straight line, as if he didn't really want to see his father.

He said hoarsely and coldly: "I'm fine, you're always fine, so go back first."

He Ming heard that he was fine, so he didn't care whether his words were serious or not.

Jiang Yurong walked over with a gentle and gentle breath: "Chaozhi, take good care of your wounds, your father was really anxious just now, I have never seen him so anxious."

"What are you talking about?" He Mingchuan said with an unnatural expression, "By the way, where is Song Lan?"

He asked his subordinates to call Song Lan over, and said angrily: "This woman caused Chaozhi to have a car accident. It can be seen that she is uneasy and kind. I heard that she is still working at Jun's house? Hmph, give me a break with Jun's house." , expel her, and no one in Night City will be allowed to take her in!"

Jiang Yurong's face turned pale when she heard this, she opened her mouth, and a mournful voice escaped from her powerless lips and teeth: "Ming Chuan, why are you doing this, Song Lan is really unintentional, she is unintentional..."

"It doesn't matter if she doesn't care, as long as she stays in Night City for a day, she will only cause trouble! Unless she consciously leaves Night City and stays far away from Chaozhi, otherwise—"

He Mingchuan wanted to speak harshly, but he saw He Chaozhi on the hospital bed sitting up with his injured leg.

He Mingchuan said in surprise: "What are you doing, why don't you lie down quickly!?"

He Zhaozhi's eyes were gloomy, he grabbed the teacup by the table and hung it on his injured left leg, his eyes were cold and cold.

"Old man, I don't care what you did to Song Lan behind my back. But from now on, if you still dare to make things difficult for Song Lan, I will let you watch your only son completely disabled and become a paralyzed bed waste."

He Mingchuan's eagle eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that He Chaozhi dared to do this for Song Lan.

He clenched his teeth tightly, and after a long time, he sneered: "He Chaozhi, you really have the ability to threaten your father with yourself, right? Why did I give birth to such a worthless thing like you!"

Unmoved, He Zhaozhi raised his thin eyelids and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Old man, I won't marry Song Lan in this life, so you'd better get used to it as soon as possible, otherwise, I don't guarantee what will happen to your only son."

He Mingchuan glared at He Chaozhi, ignored Jiang Yurong's dissuasion, and left the ward angrily.

Jiang Yurong chased after him, but she was lucky in her heart.

She knew that He Mingchuan was protecting Song Lan.

"Ming Chuan, Ming Chuan, don't be angry..."

"It's not all about that good daughter you gave birth to!"

The voices of the two gradually faded away.

When Song Lan came, there was only one person in the ward, He Chao, sitting on the head of the bed with his clothes closed, his eyes closed.

"coming?"

He Zhaozhi slightly raised his eyes, his ink eyes narrowed a little.

Song Lan walked in: "Thank you for helping me stop the car accident today."

He Zhaozhi smiled, hurting his leg wound, took a deep breath, and patted the side of his bed.

"If you are really grateful, do something practical."

Although the blood at the corner of Song Lan's mouth was gone, her cheeks were red and swollen, and there were still traces of being beaten by He Mingchuan.

He Zhaozhi glanced over, and his eyes darkened.

Song Lan was puzzled: "What do you want me to do?"

"Just peel an apple."

He Zhaozhi casually swept the head of the bed, and handed over a silver knife: "Yes?"

Of course Song Lan would, she has served her father who was sick in bed since she was a child, and she also raised herself up.

She took the silver knife, turned the tip of the knife lightly, and the apple peel dripped down the blade like water.

With a thin smile on the corner of He Zhaozhi's mouth, he stared at Song Lan sympathetically.

Song Lan was so watched that she couldn't bear it, and she stabbed Apple with the tip of her knife: "Can you stop watching?"

He Zhaozhi: "No."

Song Lan was speechless.

She cut the apple into small pieces, picked it up with a fork and handed it to He Zhaozhi: "You...why did you push me away at that time, you knew you would be hit by a car, right?"

He Zhaozhi took the apple but didn't eat it, and stared at Song Lan with deep eyes: "I know, but I can't fool myself with my immediate reaction. Song Lan, I can't let you go, I still have you in my heart."

Song Lan's thin body trembled, she got up and wanted to leave, avoiding this topic.

He Zhaozhi gently grabbed his wrist.

"Don't go, okay?"

He said lightly: "I really like you, Song Lan."

Song Lan turned around, her voice was soft but ruthless: "Really? But I clearly remember that not long ago, Young Master He, you seemed to have said that I fell in love with Jun Zetian?"

He Zhaozhi grabbed her hand and refused to let go: "Jun Zetian has already explained it clearly to me, so I know that you and him are not that kind of relationship, so I won't let go."

"So... you would rather believe in Jun Zetian than me?"

Song Lan laughed at herself: "I am really worthless in Young Master He's heart."

The woman turned her head, her slender and delicate face was full of indifference.

He Zhaozhi sighed softly, raised his right hand, and swore in a low voice: "I will never disbelieve you in the future, it was because I was too impulsive a few days ago, that's why I said those hurtful things, and I will never do it again, okay ?"

Song Lan didn't answer He Chaozhi, pulled out her slender wrist, and handed the remaining apple to He Chaozhi, answering irrelevant questions.

"Don't you want to eat an apple? It's all peeled, eat it."

Why does He Zhaozhi want to eat apples?

He chuckled softly: "Song Lan, why do you hold grudges like this, more than me?"

Seeing that Song Lan was still looking down and ignoring him, He Chaozhi clicked his tongue: "Speaking of which, I was injured because of you and was sick in bed. Should you stay and take care of me until I recover?"

Song Lan's eyes widened suddenly, and she glared at him angrily, "He Chaozhi, you've missed an inch."

"But I really hurt, Song Lan."

He Zhaozhi patted his injured left leg, and raised his eyebrows, as if he was really in pain and was silently enduring it.

"Could it be that I saved you, and you can't even do this little request? I'm your savior."

"..."

Song Lan stood pale beside He Zhaozhi's bed, her pale lips tightly pursed.

In the end, he could not stand still, and stood up with a cold face.

He Zhaozhi frowned, "Where are you going?"

Song Lan said coldly: "...Go and buy you dinner, lest you starve to death!"

He Zhao was taken aback, and the corners of his eyes curled up.

He lay back in peace, with a cheerful tone: "Go."

(End of this chapter)