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

Chapter 170

KEO's so-called plagiarized manuscript incident, under Han Zicheng's deliberate maintenance and He Chaozhi's strong public relations, finally ended hastily with the word "misunderstanding".

But KEO and Ruixue are considered to be married.

Because Song Lan was kidnapped by Ruixue and went to MC halfway, she was still showing off on the official MC website, but no one expected that the result would be "a misunderstanding".

As a result, Ruixue was slapped in the face by her boss, Han Zicheng, and demoted from her post, and became the team leader of a project team from editor-in-chief.

Of course, He Chaozhi contributed to this, so Ruixue walked on thin ice for a long time in Night City.

"Lanlan, what do you want to eat tonight?" He Zhaozhi glanced at the phone, and curled his lips in satisfaction.

He made people trip Ruixue overtly and covertly, which frightened the other party into a state of panic, and he couldn't afford to get sick. I heard that she has already asked for leave for medical treatment.

Song Lan raised her head from the computer, looked at He Chaozhi, and saw that he was smiling so rarely, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

"Did you win the lottery?"

After finishing speaking, Song Lan couldn't help but want to laugh. Considering He Chaozhi's worth, dozens of lottery winners wouldn't even look down on him!
When He Zhaozhi heard this, he laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth. He walked to Song Lan's desk and took a small place to sit down.

"That's right, I won the lottery, so I want to reward Ms. Song Lan tonight. I wonder if Ms. Song Lan will give me face?"

He Zhaozhi's long, straight legs overlapped each other, he turned his head slightly, crossed his arms, and looked at her with a smile.

Song Lan was already used to He Chaozhi's playful smile, so she also smiled cooperatively and asked, "Young Master He, what are you going to treat me to?"

Regardless of how cold and arrogant He Zhaozhi is in front of others, when they are together in private, he likes to tease Song Lan the most, and Song Lan will follow him most of the time.

He Zhaozhi leaned down, gently brushed Song Lan's cheek with his knuckle fingers, and smiled sternly.

"How about, let's go eat meat!"

Song Lan was speechless, did this guy do it on purpose?No matter how you listen to this, it is not serious.

"Okay! Then we'll have barbecue tonight," Song Lan rolled his eyes at him, and twisted his thigh.

He Zhaozhi didn't cry out, and lowered his head to pinch Song Lan's chin, offering an affectionate and gentle kiss.

"Honey, you smell so good." He Zhaozhi blinked at Song Lan deliberately, seeing her blushing cheeks, couldn't help but chuckle.

Song Lan patted off his outstretched paw, rubbed his hot ears, and turned his head unnaturally.

"Find a seat quickly, or I might regret it and stay in KEO to have lunch with everyone."

Of course, He Chaozhi would not let him kiss his wife, and he had to work overtime to eat boxed lunches, so he hurriedly booked a restaurant online.

Because Lu Ang and Ruixue attacked Song Lan one after another, He Chaozhi was responsible for picking up Song Lan himself for a long time afterwards.

Sometimes he would leave early and stay in Song Lan's office, waiting for her to come home from get off work.

Song Lan had already packed some commonly used items a week ago and officially moved into He Chaozhi's villa.

He Zhaozhi gave her the treatment of a hostess, whether it was her preferences or food, she would be fully taken into account.

"Are you sure you want to eat this?" Song Lan watched He Chaozhi order a health pot with some surprise.

The health pot uses broth as the base, and some vegetables and seafood are cooked nowadays.

He Zhaozhi doesn't like spicy food, Song Lan was a little surprised, "Do you want me to make you a spicy dipping sauce?"

But He Zhaozhi shook his head, passed his arm over the steaming heat of the health pot, took Song Lan's bowl, and filled her with a bowl of nourishing soup.

"I'm planning to start keeping in good health. You were right before, heavy food is not good for your health." He Zhaozhi added another bowl of soup for himself.

Song Lan's taste is very bland, and He Chaozhi suddenly remembered that every time she dined with him, she would be forced to eat some spicy and oily food, so he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Song Lan lowered her head and took two sips of soup, looking at him uncertainly, "Are you sure you're okay?"

In order to show that he could adapt to Qingtan's taste, He Chaozhi poured two bowls of soup in a row, saying that although his tongue had no taste, his heart was somehow sweet.

After dinner, He Chaozhi and Song Lan walked hand in hand on the busiest pedestrian street in Yecheng. In order to reduce the frequency of attention, the two specially wore masks and peaked caps.

On the side of the bustling pedestrian street, there are little girls and children, holding large bouquets of roses or lilies, looking at the sales targets on the side of the road.

A little boy who looked only seven or eight years old, holding a bouquet of roses wrapped in newspaper, walked towards them timidly.

"Beautiful sister, do you want flowers?" The little boy raised his hand to wipe his dirty face, and waved the roses towards Song Lan.

Song Lan rubbed the little guy's head, and then looked at the rose in his hand. Although the packaging was very simple, the rose looked delicate and charming.

He Zhaozhi looked at Song Lan tenderly, saw her looking down for a tissue to wipe the child's nose, and unhurriedly handed her an unopened box, "Here, here you are."

Song Lan turned her head and saw the tissue handed in front of her. She tore open the package, took out one, and wiped off the little guy's nose.

He Chaozhi took out some change, rubbed the little guy's head, and handed it to him, "Here, is that enough?"

The little guy blushed, like a ripe apple, and stood there obediently.

The little guy waited for Song Lan to wipe the snot off his face, his big eyes flickered, and he reached out to take the stack of banknotes he handed over.

"Too many." The little guy looked down and saw a stack of red banknotes. Grandma taught him to recognize the money, and he knew it was the biggest banknote.

He Zhaozhi put his hands in his pockets, bent over and lowered his head, with a smile on his face, "Is it enough to buy all your flowers?"

The little guy smiled shyly, scratched his head, and nodded.

"Then you can give all the other flowers to the brothers and sisters here!"

Song Lan went to the trash can by the side of the road, and when she came back, she heard He Chaozhi talking with the little guy, so she suggested.

The little guy smiled with his eyes wide open, stuffed the rose in Song Lan's arms, waved his hand, and ran back to scatter the rest of the roses.

Song Lan held the rose in one hand, and He Chaozhi held the other hand. The two walked slowly in the bustling pedestrian street.

KEO's business has become a little colder, probably because everyone is getting a little sleepy and just wants to hide in the air-conditioned room.

After Song Lan finished typing the last outline, she moved the mouse and sent it to a colleague, stretching her waist.

"Why is it so hot today?" Song Lan felt that he was about to heat up, and got up to find the remote control of the air conditioner.

Lin Jing knocked on the door at this time and came in. Seeing Song Lan looking down for something, she hurried over to help, "What are you looking for?"

(End of this chapter)