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

Chapter 157
Song Lan didn't expect that Song Weila, who had always been arrogant before, would suddenly appear and kneel before He Chaozhi. She was startled, pulled He Chaozhi's arm, and moved aside to avoid Song Weila's big gift, "Miss Song, What are you doing?"

Song Lan glanced around, she had enough reasons to suspect that Song Weila did it on purpose, maybe she hid Yuji somewhere, she is an insider herself, and knows best about some past artists, in order to increase her Heat, what can be done.

"He Chaozhi, be careful, even if you have KEO guarding the outlet of public opinion, don't underestimate the pens of those colleagues," Song Lan whispered.

Song Lan raised his eyebrows at He Chaozhi, but didn't speak. He put his arms around Song Lan's shoulders, and the two sides didn't make any other movements for a while.

"Miss Song, EXO, MC, and the He family's public relations department will never let today's scene appear on the headlines of any media in Night City. I advise you to get up quickly and go back to sober up." Song Lan Staring at the top of Song Weila's head, seeing her pitiful posture, she was a little speechless.

A passer-by outside the door was secretly taking out their mobile phone, looking like they were about to take a sneak shot, Song Lan reached out to push away He Chaozhi's hand, walked to the door in a few steps, and closed the door with a "bang".

"Since Miss Song won't leave, we have to ask someone to ask you to leave." He Zhaozhi took out his cell phone and made a call to someone.

When Song Weila looked up, she caught a glimpse of the closed box door out of the corner of her eye, and felt resentment in her heart. She lowered her face to beg He Chaozhi, it was intentional and forced.

"Mr. He, I can only survive by accepting orders from online shop models. Life is not easy. I beg He Zhaogao to show up and stop blocking me." Song Weila turned her posture and kowtowed in He Chaozhi's direction.

He Zhaozhi didn't like being kidnapped by people's morality. He stretched his legs and hid to the side for a while. He didn't get any rewards for nothing. Besides, he was very disgusted by other people's kowtows and begging for mercy, begging for this and that.

"Lan Lan, come here." He Zhaozhi waved to Song Lan, Song Lan bypassed Song Weila, and obediently stuffed his hand into He Zhaozhi's palm, He Zhaozhi curled his lips into a wicked smile, and his eyes fell lazily on Song Weila's face superior.

"Miss Song, I, He Chaozhi, am not so leisurely. You might as well find someone to inquire about cutting off a lifeless actress. Maybe you were too arrogant in the past and offended other people." He Chaozhi embraced Song Lan from behind. , resting his chin on the top of her hair, looking down at Song Weila with a half-smile.

It was obvious to be mocking, but Song Weila was unexpectedly not angry, her tight lip line slowly loosened, who else did she offend besides He Zhaozhi?Should be a lot, right?She really can't remember.

"Mr. He, please, can you give me a way out? My family... my father is seriously ill, so he relies on me to maintain his treatment." Song Weila lowered her head slowly, which is why she pulled her face down tonight , begging for He Zhaozhi's purpose.

Her father was diagnosed with a terminal illness a week ago, and all her savings were spent on treatment expenses. Now, forces from nowhere are suppressing her, and she has no choice but to live on, begging He Chaozhi to give her a chance to survive. It's even better.

Song Lan didn't expect that Song Weila's small fudao today was because of her father's illness, and because she suddenly thought of her father who was still in the nursing home, Song Lan's always vigilant heart was slightly moved.

"What's wrong with your father?" Song Lan glanced at Song Weila with complicated emotions in his eyes.

Song Weila tried her best to control her sobs, and choked up, saying, "Leukemia."

Song Lan turned to look at He Chaozhi, who closed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hands and rubbed his temples, "I heard that you slept in the beds of some big directors in the entertainment industry to raise money for medicine, tsk, although I don't agree with your method, but look With your filial piety, it happens that I have opened a show under my banner, and it is a four-time villain female supporting role. You go to Tianyu Entertainment Company tomorrow, find Mr. Zhang from the project department, and tell me that I said it."

He Zhaozhi is actually not a soft-hearted person, he thinks he is cruel, but when Song Weila mentions his sick father, he understands that Song Weila wants to take advantage of his father's illness to gain sympathy in front of Song Lan.

"Chaozhi, will this embarrass you?" Song Lan understood that He Chaozhi gave Song Wei a way out because of her temporary sympathy.

A smile slowly overflowed from the corner of He Zhaozhi's mouth, and he leaned over to kiss Song Lan's face, then lowered his head and hugged her, and asked, "Are you happy?"

Song Lan felt the warm breath on her neck, and her face flushed unnaturally. She turned her head away, and saw Song Weila got up silently, and gently closed the door behind her when she left. The taste of a big star falling from the sky to hell is already enough for her to taste, right?

"What are you thinking about?" He Zhaozhi patted her shoulder lightly, staring at her fair neck, couldn't help swallowing, he seemed to be a little hungry suddenly.

Song Lan's thoughts were very calm, she looked back, her neck was itchy by the heat, she couldn't help scratching it gently, but He Chaozhi held her soft hand in his palm, "I didn't think about it, I just sighed Things are just impermanent.”

He Zhaozhi was noncommittal about Song Lan's feelings, and changed the subject with a meaningful smile, "Then Miss Song, do you want to consider going to my house tonight? I can discuss life feelings with you."

He and Song Lan just got back together, some things should not be rushed, he decided to proceed step by step, except of course the hiccups.

Sure enough, Song Lan's face turned red, she gently pulled out her palm, and pushed He Chaozhi's head away from his shoulder, "I'm going back to my apartment tonight, and I still have a lot of things to do."

Speaking of KEO, Song Lan wasn't any more excited. She just became the president not long ago, and although there are many elite soldiers under her, she hasn't fully adapted to the work of the publishing house.

Remembering that the intern asked her cautiously yesterday, but she didn't give a satisfactory answer, Song Lan suddenly felt a little bad.

"Oh, it looks like I'm going to stay alone in the empty room again tonight." He Zhaozhi teased Song Lan with a smile in his eyes, and seeing her uncontrollable smile, he lowered his head and tasted the delicious red lips again.

Satisfied with the meal, Song Lan felt much better. The two left the hotpot restaurant hand in hand. Just as they were about to get in the car, something ran over from under their feet.

Song Lan looked down and saw that it was a stumbling little civet cat, "Hey, why is it so small?"

He Zhaozhi squatted down, pinched the little civet cat's back neck, lifted it up to look around, and then said with certainty: "It's probably not long since it was born, and the eyes haven't been fully opened yet!"

(End of this chapter)