Chapter 161 Sending warmth

"I know, the TV drama project she acted in is a company under He Chaozhi's company." Song Lan said.

Lin Jing was a little surprised, "I didn't expect that someone like Song Weila would still be able to receive a scene from He Shao's company. Everyone said that Song Weila was lucky to be on shit. Not long after his downfall, he was about to make a comeback. "

Lin Jing had a very bad impression of Song Weila, especially when she heard from a colleague that Song Weila used to bully Song Lan and fight with Shen Yingxue, she felt that this woman was immature.

Song Lan didn't tell Lin Jing that it wasn't that Song Weila was lucky, but that He Chaozhi had a rare kindness and gave her a chance.

"By the way, Song Weila's new play is the play of the cutting-edge director Liu Mumu. This director is the best at making costume dramas. He has always had a good aesthetic, but I heard that he is a very patient and good-tempered person. This time the filming is also the same. Sister Lan, do you think we should find a chance to interview him?" Lin Jing looked at Song Lan.

Song Lan had watched Liu Mumu's play before, and it was indeed very good, especially the lighting and lighting set of Fuhuadao, which made it impossible to find out where it was worn out, and it was beautiful. She also admired Liu Mumu's professional ability.

"You send an interview invitation letter to Director Liu Mumu," Song Lan tidied up the table a little, cleaned up the takeaway lunch box, and threw it into the trash can.

The dinner is also settled in the publishing house. It is very busy at the end of each month, and almost everyone has to work overtime. Usually, Song Lan will take the initiative to provide extra meals for each employee at this time.

"Maocai for dinner, skewers for supper, milk tea for each person, and rice dumplings for supper per person." Song Lan ordered Lin Jing to order food, and she was so hungry that she lay down on the table to breathe a sigh of relief.

With too much mental work, she felt that her body had been hollowed out and she was in urgent need of food supplies.

Just as she was thinking about it, she saw the office door being pushed open, and He Chaozhi's handsome face appeared behind the door, and she saw him walking towards her with a large fresh fruit plate in his hand.

"I know your dinner will definitely be at the publishing house again. I ordered someone to order it and it will be delivered in a while. You can try some fruit before dinner." He Zhaozhi opened the fruit plate and placed it in front of Song Lan one by one.

Song Lan is very thin and doesn't like to eat very much, so she has low blood sugar. He was worried that she would forget to eat, so he ordered fruits and meals in advance and came to the publishing house to send warmth.

Song Lan looked at the colorful fruits in front of her, forked a piece of mango with a small fork, and put it in her mouth. The sweet and fragrant taste filled her mouth instantly, and her appetite whetted immediately.

"Lin Jing canceled the dinner, and He Chaozhi came to send you some warmth." Song Lan remembered something and made an internal call to Lin Jing.

The other end said "ok", Lin Jing told the staff the news, and then the staff shouted excitedly, Song Lan smiled lightly, and put down the phone.

"Is it delicious?" He Zhaozhi leaned over with a sly smile on his face.

Song Lanxin said that you asked the question knowingly, then forked a piece of red and purple cherries, and fed it to his lips, "Open your mouth."

He Zhaozhi took a bite, with a wicked smirk on his face like a fox.

Song Lan was about to eat another piece of kiwi fruit, when suddenly her waist tightened, and something warm and soft was pressed against her lips, she froze for a moment, she was very cooperative and listened to it.

Satisfied, He Zhaozhi let go of the hand on Song Lan's waist, and smiled even more. He deliberately licked his lips and raised his eyebrows, "Cherries are not as good as grapes."

Song Lan didn't tell He Chaozhi that what she just ate was actually grapes, but they were very sour.

"Do you have any other plans tonight?" Song Lan changed an orange and chewed it in her mouth. It was slightly sour, followed by a sweet taste in her mouth. Her slightly frowned eyebrows slowly calmed down, and her words were naturally concerned.

He Chaozhi was still smiling, and some kind of emotion flashed away. Song Lan lowered his head to eat, intentionally or unintentionally ignoring the emotion on his face, "There is no arrangement, today's itinerary is all completed, and I am waiting for my wife to get off work." , go home and warm me up."

He Zhaozhi's witty words made Song Lan want to laugh. She is now He Zhaozhi's fiancée, and she is no longer just a bed board. The title "wife" made her slightly surprised and uncomfortable.

"You...Aren't you going home tonight?" Song Lan still decided to ask. She is treating He Chaozhi with sincerity now, so confessing to each other will reduce some unnecessary misunderstandings.

He Zhaozhi didn't want to hide it from her, he sat sideways at Song Lan's table, he still had that naughty smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Lan Lan, I never thought of marrying a woman other than you. , even if He Mingchuan forces me to do it, I will only follow my heart when it comes to marriage."

He Zhaozhi leaned down, and planted a kiss on Song Lan's face. Song Lan met his eyes, and he smiled very nicely. Most of the time, he was like a fox or a wolf, with cunning jokes, or cold and aggressive. At this moment, she vaguely glimpsed a trace of panic in his eyes, which made her startled.

He was clearly confessing and swearing, but Song Lan suddenly felt restless, and the sweet apple in his mouth lost its taste in an instant.

"He Chaozhi, can you really disobey your father?" Song Lan asked a little powerlessly. The power of the He family is in Ye City, and only the Jun family can defeat it. The current ruler of the He family is He Mingchuan. A waiting heir.

She actually didn't want to see the He family's father and son break up, even if she still hated He Mingchuan, he was He Chaozhi's father after all.

"Song Lan, do you believe me?" He Zhaozhi suddenly restrained all his smiles, leaned over and lowered his head, gently pinched Song Lan's pointed jaw with both fingers, and gently turned her face away, making her look at it seriously. with him.

Does she believe it?Affirmative letter, otherwise I will not agree to his reunion again.

Song Lan nodded slightly, and He Chaozhi's tense face showed a trace of relief. He was about to comfort Song Lan again, when he saw Song Lan raised his head and kissed him. He suddenly smiled, and there was never happiness in his smile.

The two stayed in the office for a while, until Lin Jing knocked on the door, and two rich meals were placed on the table, and then invited the two to eat.

Song Lan straightened her hair unnaturally. Her clothes were neat and there was nothing inappropriate. He Chaozhi's neckline had a button missing strangely, but there was nothing strange about it elsewhere.

Lin Jing scanned the two of them with probing eyes, and closed the door blankly.

"Your kissing skills still need to be adjusted." Song Lan smiled strangely, glanced at He Zhaozhi's neckline, bowed her head and ate dinner.

With a cheeky face, He Chaozhi leaned in front of Song Lan and whispered, "Madam is right, for the rest of my life, I will depend on Madam to teach me."

(End of this chapter)

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