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

Chapter 16 Going to see Jiang Yurong

"No, I have become the deputy director of KEO."

Song Lan smiled, more like telling Father Song.

Song Zi's eyes flashed with anger instantly.

"You child, how many times have I told you that the person you should deal with is He Chaozhi. With this skill, you should hold He Chaozhi tighter and let him completely become your servant and become the deputy director. So what, can you shake the He family?"

"No, Auntie."

Song Lan's slightly drunken smile was a little chilled by Song Zi's words.

She frowned and explained softly, "KEO is my father's painstaking effort for many years. I do this because I don't want my father's hard work to fall into the hands of others."

"What do you want me to say about you?"

Song Zi sighed and sat beside Song Lan.

"Who did KEO fall into the hands of others? It wasn't the He family, and that woman! Our top priority is revenge. After so many years of hiding our strengths and biding our time, we have run out of time. Lanlan, will aunt harm you?"

"……Won't."

"That's right, then listen to Auntie. You've already become the deputy director anyway, so let's put aside work and talk to He Chaozhi first..."

Song Lan's cell phone rang suddenly.

Song Zi caught a glimpse of the call from He Chaozhi, and urged, "It's He Chaozhi, answer it quickly."

Song Lan answered, and He Chaozhi's loose and weak voice came.

"Where?"

Song Lan glanced at Song Zi, "I'm at home."

"Then I'll pick you up."

"No—" Song Lan was afraid that the lie would be exposed, so she pursed her lips and said, "What's the matter with you?"

He Zhaozhi only hesitated as a woman, because he was tired from work, so he chuckled lightly.

"I know that you have already won Liu De and have been promoted to deputy director. It is impossible that you will not be free to see me tonight. I will go to pick you up now, and you are ready."

Before Song Lan could answer, the phone hung up.

Song Zi immediately said, "Go back quickly, go see He Chaozhi, don't let him find you here."

Song Lan stood up under Song Zi's urging, and she only had time to look at Father Song before she was sent out of the nursing home by Song Zi.

The night was dark.

Song Zi's figure stood in the shadow of the corridor of the nursing home, her face blurred.

"Lanlan, remember what I told you, your father and I only have you, please don't let us down."

Song Lan paused, quickened his pace and got into the car.

She took a shortcut to go home, and when He Zhaozhi knocked on the door, she had just changed into home clothes.

Song Lan ran to open the door, He Chaoshang took a look at Song Lan's baggy and dusty home clothes, and frowned.

"What are you wearing, sack?"

Song Lan's neck was covered with cold sweat.

She turned around as if nothing had happened, and the loose clothes pinched out her tender waist, like a scimitar under the moonlight.

"Anyway, at home, it doesn't matter what you wear."

"It's different." He Zhaozhi stepped forward in two steps and grabbed her waist from behind.

"It seems we haven't been in your house yet."

Sensing the man's strong nasal voice, Song Lan pushed him away and said unmoved.

"Not in my house."

Like He Zhaozhi, she doesn't like to bring male companions into the house.

But now He Chaozhi has taken her to his private villa, but Song Lan is still unwilling to let He Chaozhi stay in his apartment.

He Zhaozhi let go of the woman's waist, her delicate touch still remained at the fingertips.

"Speak the truth."

"I'm going to a dinner party, you come with me."

"Now?" Song Lan was surprised.

"Yes, now." He Zhaozhi raised his hand and pulled Song Lan's tasteless sack home clothes.

"The premise is to change your ugly clothes."

Ten minutes later, the two came to a high-end clothing store.

When Song Lan was away from home, she always wore professional attire, mainly simple and elegant.

Her private clothes are basically denim shirts, and she rarely wears skirts to reveal her beauty, except when hanging out with He Zhaozhi.

He Zhaozhi doesn't like her pretentious professional attire, and often makes her change into skinny, elegant, feminine velvet skirts or dresses.

Like now.

He Zhaozhi hooked Song Lan's waist, picked up a long rose dress and gestured on her body.

"This one is good, your skin is fair, go and try it on."

The clothes were bought by He Zhaozhi, and Song Lan had no right to refuse.

She walked into the dressing room with a long dress in her hand.

Across the door, she took off the cloth on her body, and her white skin trembled in the air.

The man's lazy voice came through the air, "Tonight's banquet was arranged by the He family for me and Shen Yingxue's blind date."

Song Lan's fingertips trembled, and she suddenly thought of Aunt Rong who was on the phone with He Chaozhi that day——

"Then your parents will also be present?"

He Zhaozhi said, "Of course, they like my marriage with Shen Yingxue very much, so Lan Lan."

He smiled, and said in a low voice, "You have to hold me tighter, it's a pity if it fits your bed partner so well and is snatched away by other women."

Song Lan was no longer in the mood to talk to him about this.

She heard her ears ringing.

It took a long time before I felt the sharp pain of nails digging into my palm, "I'm a little tired tonight, can I not go?"

The door of the dressing room in front of him was slammed open.

Before Song Lan could dodge in time, the man pressed her against the wall forcefully.

He Zhaozhi pinched her jaw with his slender fingers, and said dissatisfiedly, "Song Lan, I probably didn't give you the right to refuse me."

Knowing that he was angry, Song Lan also gave up resisting.

She lowered her long eyelashes and pursed her lips, "I see."

She turned around and continued to change clothes calmly under the man's gaze.

The snow-white waist was covered little by little with rose cloth, deeply alluring.

He Zhaozhi felt that something was wrong with the woman tonight, so he pulled Song Lan over.

"What's the matter, did Shen Yingxue trouble you again?"

Song Lan, who put on a dress, had messy long hair, but she was shockingly beautiful.

She put her hands behind her back to tie the belt, and raised her jaw proudly, "She is not enough to be my stumbling block."

He Zhaozhi liked her like this.

He turned Song Lan over, took the belt behind her waist that she couldn't tie well, and tied a bow.

"Well said, relax then."

He leaned over and kissed her snow-white back.

"Being He Zhaozhi's female companion is much more noble than Miss Shen's."

Seeing Song Lan's eyelashes tremble, He Zhaozhi knew that she had listened, and turned to leave the dressing room.

Hearing his footsteps gradually going away, Song Lan indifferently took out her mobile phone.

"Auntie, He Zhaozhi is going to bring me to the He family's dinner party, and I'm going to meet Jiang Yurong."

Song Zi was very excited, "It's finally here. Remember, she is sorry for our Song family. She is a sinner of our Song family. Don't be soft-hearted. You must take revenge on her and your father, understand?"

"I see, aunt." Song Lan said in a daze.

"Lanlan, you are the most obedient, aunt is waiting for your good news..."

After hanging up the phone, Song Lan turned around and looked at the magnificent and bright woman in the full-length mirror again.

Like a blooming rose, a rose under the night, so dazzlingly beautiful.

Song Lan is too aware of her beauty, and also knows that this beauty will become her most beneficial weapon.

Jiang Yurong, He Chaozhi, the He family...she is here.

(End of this chapter)