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

Chapter 151

Mr. Wang smiled slowly. His old body and gray hair swayed slightly in the cold wind.

"If you help me so much, I should reciprocate. I accepted the interview you mentioned earlier. Let reporter Song interview me now."

Song Lan was overjoyed, a sweet curve appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you so much for that!"

It was very late, and Song Lan finished the interview before midnight, lest the old man stay up late and it would be bad for his health.

Saying goodbye to Mr. Wang, Song Lan walked out of the alley with the original interview, and was about to wave her hand to stop a taxi on the side of the road.

Suddenly, a city off-road vehicle flew and parked in front of Song Lan, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

The window of the car was lowered, revealing half of the man's handsome face, He Chaozhi tilted his head with a smile, and raised his eyebrows.

"Get in the car and I'll take you home."

Song Lan was still immersed in the surprise that there was an extra car in front of her: "How do you know I'm here?"

He Zhaozhi smiled, lazy but handsome: "Because I have magic, are you satisfied with this answer?"

Song Lan: "Stop coming here."

She rolled her delicate eyes and tugged at the strap of her bag.

It's so late, it's really not safe to take a taxi home alone with a woman.

Out of safety considerations, Song Lan got into He Chaozhi's car.

He Zhaozhi smiled: "Then shall I go?"

He Zhaozhi sent her downstairs.

Song Lan was obsessed with her interview, so she went upstairs and went home without looking back.

She came to the study room, put down her bag, and when the U disk was inserted into the computer to read the original interview, the curtain in front of the windowsill was lifted by a corner of the night breeze.

Song Lan was afraid of the cold, so she walked over to close the window.

Looking away from the corner of the eye, he realized that He Zhaozhi hadn't left.

His sparse and slender figure was leaning against the car, his long eyelashes raised slightly, as if he was staring at her window in a daze.

The curling smoke from a cigarette burning at the tip of his finger blurred his deep and dark pupils.

Song Lan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly drew up the curtains and quickly closed the window.

She went back to work at the desk, but she couldn't enter the working state no matter what.

Obviously staring at the screen, but what emerges in front of her eyes is always the face of the man staring intently at the window just now.

The originally well-organized heart was suddenly disturbed.

The next day.

Song Lan went to the company and presented the interview.

In fact, the minister wanted to test Song Lan this time, so he deliberately arranged the most difficult task for her.

I didn't expect her to finish it so quickly, and so neatly and beautifully.

After thinking about it, he reported the matter to Jun Zetian.

"You said, it only took Song Lan three days to get an interview with a shadow puppet artist, and she even called on the firefighters and the police to make up for the old man's regrets?"

These things fell into Jun Zetian's ears, and he couldn't believe it.

This kind of humanistic care is difficult to reflect in the work of enterprise employees.

Not only did Song Lan complete the tasks assigned by the company so well, but she was also considerate of the interviewee's mood and formed a friendship with them.

This is really...

The minister smiled from ear to ear, and nodded repeatedly: "Mr. Jun, I didn't expect that Song Lan really has two brushes. Our project department really picked up a treasure for nothing."

Jun Zetian squinted at him, and said amusedly: "If I have no skills, I will hand-pick her to join the company?"

The minister came back to his senses, bowed his body and said flatteringly: "That's Mr. Jun's sharp eyes, he can recognize real gold at a glance."

Jun Zetian waved his hand and asked the minister to leave first.

He pressed his fingertips on the dark table and knocked casually.

"This Song Lan is really a talent."

The mobile phone on the table started to quarrel, Jun Zetian answered it, Mrs. Jun's gentle and calm voice came out of the microphone.

"Zetian, Song Lan has been working with you for a while, right? How is your performance? I know you can't rub the sand in your eyes. You haven't fired her after so many days. It shows that she is indeed capable. Then when will you let her go? Bring her back and let me meet, I miss her too."

Jun Zetian naturally would not refuse his mother's request.

"Understood, my son will tell her now."

After hanging up Jun's mother, Jun Zetian sent Song Lan a message.

"When are you free? My mother wants to see you."

A text message that was originally sparse and ordinary was seen by someone who shouldn't be reading it.

Song Lan went to print the documents, and the phone was placed on the desk.

One of the interns who had an argument with her in the bathroom last time was Wang Juan passing by.

Seeing her cell phone light up, she leaned over to take a wicked look, just in time to catch a glimpse of the text message from Jun Zetian.

She grabbed Song Lan's cell phone at once, clicked on the text message, and started yelling.

"Song Lan, it turns out that you really relied on selling your status. Mr. Jun let you meet your parents so quickly? With such a means, why don't you teach everyone?"

Everyone was impressed by Song Lan because of the interview with Mr. Wang.

Seeing this message now, they all looked at each other with subtle expressions.

Song Lan turned around, walked over with a cold face, grabbed her mobile phone, and said coldly: "Wang Juan, your parents never taught you that touching other people's things without permission is an act of stealing." ?"

Wang Juan thought she had grabbed Song Lan's seven inches, and raised her chin nervously.

"Steal? Hmph, Song Lan, who can steal better than you? With your relationship with Mr. Jun, you stole the quota of full-time employees and squeezed us out. How dare you say that?"

"You don't have the skills yourself. You are full of mistakes and omissions when you make a document and report. You still want to be a regular worker. What a joke."

Song Lan gave her a look that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Obviously not emotional, but Wang Juan felt very mocking.

It was as if he was just a pile of garbage at Song Lan's feet!
Wang Juan screamed like a firecracker being lit, "You're a courtesan, how dare you talk nonsense here, I'm afraid others won't know how flamboyant you are!"

Song Lan didn't want to get entangled with her, so she directly reported it to the minister and let him handle it.

But when she heard the word courtesan, her keen nerves flicked.

"……Can you say that again?"

"I said you're a social butterfly, why, did I say something wrong? You think everyone should support you because you're pretty!" Wang Juan continued to yell.

Song Lan narrowed her almond eyes, and she rolled up her sleeves slowly, revealing a white wrist like a cold moon.

"Wang Juan, you asked for this."

Before everyone could react, Song Lan raised his hand and slapped it.

This slap was so powerful that Song Lan's hands were faintly numb.

She stared at Wang Juan expressionlessly, Gu Ao and Ling Ran were out of the dust.

"Remember, this slap is the beginning, and next time, I will still hit it!"

Wang Juan was stunned by the slap, and it took a long time to recover, screaming and crying.

"You dare to hit me, but you actually dare to hit me, Song Lan, I will fight with you!"

The whole office was noisy and noisy.

Soon, the upper management of the company was alarmed.

Hearing this, Jun Zetian came to the office of the project department and frowned at Wang Juan, who looked like a madman.

"What the hell are you doing!"

(End of this chapter)