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

Chapter 148
Song Lan couldn't resist He Chaozhi's "gracious invitation" and was forced to stay in the hospital, but the premise was only to take care of He Chaozhi's recovery.

He Zhaozhi readily agreed.

Song Lan went to work as usual during the day, and went to see her father first after get off work, and then went to the hospital to take care of He Chaozhi.

Running at three ends is very hard work.

But fortunately, He Zhaozhi didn't have any special requirements, so it wasn't too much trouble for her to peel the fruit and serve some tea and water.

After Song Lan got off work, she passed by a porridge shop and bought a bowl of light pork rib porridge to take to He Zhaozhi.

Just as he was about to enter the ward, he saw He Zhaozhi with a computer on his chest, wearing a Bluetooth headset, and concentrating on a video conference.

Even his light blue hospital gown couldn't hide the majestic and indifferent aura he released from his body when he was serious.

Song Lan consciously put the porridge on the table, sat on the sofa beside her and waited.

He Zhaozhi hadn't noticed her coming yet, so he said the administrative order for the next quarter with thin lips and indifferently.

Song Lan looked at him, and suddenly couldn't look away.

When she first got together with He Zhaozhi, Song Lan was tempted. Even later, she was tempted again and again, and she repeatedly warned herself not to be tempted.

A man as superior as He Zhaozhi is not short of love.

Shen Yingxue, Fang Xueqi, Su Huaqing... One after another, they went forward one after another, and what was she?
"Song Lan, you're here."

After He Zhaozhi finished the meeting, he looked up and saw Song Lan sitting not far away, staring at him in a daze.

Thin lips lifted.

Song Lan realized that she was distracted, so she quickly looked away, and walked over with the spare rib porridge: "The meeting is over? Let's have porridge."

Song Lan opened the packing box, and the smell of pork ribs and rice burst out.

After He Zhaozhi fell ill, his appetite didn't go well. He's family asked the cook to cook differently, and the dishes he brought were almost as good as a full banquet in Han Dynasty.

At most, Jiang Yurong cooks the dishes himself, and he can eat two more bites.

But every time Song Lan brought food, He Chaozhi would eat up every drop.

The light white porridge seems to have endless flavors, He Zhaozhi smiled and said: "As expected of you making it yourself, everything is delicious."

Song Lan sarcastically said, "I bought this on the side of the road."

He Zhaozhi said solemnly, "Everything you buy tastes better than other people's."

Song Lan didn't stop his flattery, and laughed angrily.

It's just that there is a faint look of tiredness in the eyebrows and eyes.

He Zhaozhi put down the porridge bowl: "Tired from work?"

Song Lan helped his forehead: "A little bit."

Recently, Jun's came to a big project. As a member of the project department, she worked overtime every day, and ran between the nursing home and the hospital at night.

Even my hardened body couldn't stand it.

He Zhaozhi pointed to more than half of the vacancy next to his hospital bed: "Would you like to come up and sleep for a while?"

He Zhaozhi's hospital bed is larger and more spacious than the single bed in the ordinary ward.

It is more than enough to sleep two people.

Song Lan declined: "No, I'll just rest on the sofa for a while, remember to wake me up later, I still have a file to read."

While yawning, Song Lan walked to the sofa, curled up her knees, and fell asleep.

The ward is safe and quiet, except for the sound of ticking at the head of the bed, tick-tock, like the clock turning.

Song Lan opened her eyelids again, only to find that the bed was soft and covered with a quilt.

She rubbed her eyes sleepily, and found that He Chaozhi was lying there not far away.

She actually slept on He Chaozhi's hospital bed.

Before she could figure out how she lay down, Song Lan was attracted by He Chaozhi's deep and quiet sleeping face.

The man's facial features are superior, as if carved from ivory, the bridge of his nose is straight, his thin lips are delicately curved, no woman can help but fall in love with him.

At this moment, she is sleeping next to her defenselessly...

Song Lan watched with fascination, and every detail of the two people's relationship in the past flashed through his mind, including the scene at the wedding where they turned against each other and broke the contract ruthlessly.

Song Lan's heart seemed to be pinched by a big hand, and she couldn't breathe due to the pain.

"What are you thinking? Are you frowning so tightly?"

The man's deep and lazy voice suddenly came.

A big slender and cold hand smoothed Song Lan's tangled eyebrows.

He Zhaozhi held Song Lan's hand, and said softly, "Don't always have so many psychological burdens, trust me, okay? With me around, we won't lead to tragedy."

Song Lan met the man's eyes as dark as night, turned away, and quickly got up from the bed.

"He Zhaozhi, you carried me up here?"

He Chaozhi rested his head on his elbows and looked at her with a smile: "I'm afraid you'll catch a cold while sleeping on the sofa."

Song Lan said indifferently: "There's no need to do this. I'm just here to take care of you. When you recover from illness, I will leave naturally."

She turned her back and got out of bed: "Stop wasting time on me, He Chaozhi, our identities are very different, we are so different, we are destined to be impossible to be together."

The corner of He Zhaozhi's mouth faded. He sat up and looked at Song Lan's back persistently: "I will take care of all these. There is no barrier between the two of us."

"It's just that you are being sentimental, naively thinking that's all!"

Song Lan took a deep breath, turned around and stared at He Chaozhi with complicated eyes and disgust.

"Are you blind, can't you see that I used you before? My feelings for you have been used from the beginning to the end, without a trace of true feelings. Don't you think you are ridiculous when you are tempted by such a woman, He Chaozhi? !?"

Song Lan was suddenly excited, her face turned pale, and her frail body was about to collapse.

He Zhaozhi was afraid that her emotional instability would hurt him, so he rushed over to hug her.

"Calm down Song Lan, I know your purpose, I know everything, but I don't care. Song Lan believes in me, I love you is enough."

"He Zhaozhi, you are a lunatic, you are simply a lunatic..." Song Lan was forced to collapse by him, hugging her face incoherently.

He Zhaozhi didn't say a word, just hugged her and comforted her.

After a while, Song Lan calmed down.

She wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, coldly pushed He Chaozhi away, and said sharply, "He Chaozhi, don't try again, I won't be tempted by you, let you go and let me go, okay?"

"How do you ask me to give up now? From that watch back then, we can't go back."

He Zhaozhi stared at her, and said calmly: "I will never give up on you, even if you fall in love with someone else, and have a child with someone else, I will never give up, Song Lan, you should have been prepared to entangle with me for the rest of your life .”

"He Chaozhi, you—" Song Lan was so desperate that he couldn't say a word.

He Zhaozhi smiled.

He pulled Song Lan into his arms again, stroked the back of her head, and said softly, "Trust me, we will be together."

I don't know how long it took before the woman in his arms let out a weak sigh.

"...I will think about it, let me go first, He Chaozhi."

(End of this chapter)