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

Chapter 182 The Madman
Song Lan failed at Song Zi's side, but KEO's operation went smoothly.

KEO recently organized a selection activity for contemporary artist models. The purpose of the activity is to elevate KEO to a higher level.

KEO is now considered to be the leader in the industry, and has a tendency to share the world with MC.

In order to make this activity more eye-catching, KEO took the lead and sent invitations to old and new media colleagues such as MC and Excelle, hoping to join forces and put this selection activity on the hot search list.

When seeing Han Zicheng again, Song Lan thought he was wrong.

Han Zicheng, who was originally handsome and handsome, had some yin deficiency in his eyebrows and eyes, and his temples showed faint signs of graying.

Han Zicheng looked at Song Lan's face and smiled tiredly, "Song Lan, long time no see."

Song Lan frowned, "What happened to you recently? How did you become like this?"

Han Zicheng smiled wryly: "something happened at home, have you visited Xiaoya recently? The doctor said she has signs of recovery."

Song Lan has been a little busy recently, whether it's her career or her relationship with He Zhaozhi, she forgot Xiaoya who was still in the hospital for a while, but when she heard that Xiaoya was about to wake up, she felt much better.

"I'm going to the hospital tomorrow. I see that you are very tired. How about letting your assistant give a speech instead?" Song Lan suggested looking at Han Zicheng's tired face.

Han Zicheng shook his head, "No need, this time, several colleagues joined forces to promote this event."

Han Zicheng has always had a good reputation. Although he is not in the entertainment industry, he has a group of loyal fans.

Song Lan understood Han Zicheng's intentions and couldn't force her, so she asked Lin Jing to give Han Zicheng a cup of coffee to cheer him up.

After Song Lan and Han Zicheng finished talking, their eyes met for a few seconds. Song Lan turned her head awkwardly. She never went to the hospital, partly because Han Zicheng stayed with Xiaoya almost every day in the hospital.

Song Lan felt ashamed of Xiaoya, so she didn't want to get close to Han Zicheng.

Apart from hiring a nurse and paying for the medicine, she has gradually reduced her meetings with Han Zicheng.

Song Lan found another reason and took her assistant to the dressing room next door. This event invited several celebrities with the most traffic nowadays to create momentum.

"Why are you here?" Song Lan had just walked a few steps when he saw He Zhaozhi walking over with his assistant.

The corners of He Zhaozhi's mouth slightly curved, "I heard that you have an opening ceremony today, so I'll join in the fun."

Song Lan smiled, and He Zhaozhi reached out to her, but Song Lan shook his head, "You go to the lounge for a while, I'll find you later."

He Zhaozhi paused for a moment with his hand hanging in the air, then retracted it, hanging by his side, his gaze indifferent.

Song Lan blinked at him, turned around and walked towards the stairs on the other side. He Chaozhi looked at her thin figure and disappeared.

Song Lan went to the second floor. She needed to check the process with a few big stars, but before she took a few steps, her stomach suddenly started to hurt.

Lin Jing saw that Song Lan's expression was not right, and quickly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Lan frowned, "I need to go to the bathroom."

Lin Jing looked at her speechlessly, patted her shoulder lightly, and took the workflow draft from her hand, "It's okay, you go!"

A few minutes later, Song Lan was washing her hands in the sink, when suddenly a distorted smiling face appeared in the mirror.

Song Lan was dumbfounded, and was about to rush out the door, but someone who came closed the door first.

"Song Lan, long time no see." Lu Ang leaned against the door and made a pose that he thought was chic.

Song Lan swallowed her saliva and panicked. She still remembered the crazy move Lu Ang made last time, and he actually ambushed in the women's toilet. What a pervert.

"How did you come in?" All the staff and guests today have a ID card, how did Lu Ang come in?

Lu Ang seemed to like seeing Song Lan's frightened expression very much, and even approached him pervertedly, breathing hot air into Song Lan's ear on purpose.

"Xiao Lanlan, you don't need to know how I got in, you just need to know that I, Lu Ang, are back."

Song Lan was blown hairy by the hot air, and was about to push her away, when suddenly her eyes went dark and she passed out.

Before fainting, Song Lan was full of fear, and Lu Ang might make her life worse than death this time.

When Song Lan woke up again, it was already evening, she looked at the strange environment, strange people, and the strange yet familiar sunset outside the window.

Lu Ang walked out from behind the door, followed by two men in black with big arms and round waists, and the men in black who were playing cards together in front of him, saw Lu Ang approaching, and they all stood up quickly.

"Brother Lu."

"Brother Lu, that woman is awake."

Lu Ang followed the man's fingers and saw Song Lan who was tied into a rice dumpling, looking around blankly.

Lu Ang walked over to Song Lan, squatted down, and sprayed the smell of smoke at Song Lan, "Lan Lan, be obedient, and when He Zhaozhi's money comes, we will sleep together."

"Who wants to live together with you? Pervert." Song Lan frowned with disgust.

Lu Ang smiled, instead of being angry, he leaned closer to Song Lan's mouth, took a bite hard, and then smacked his mouth.

"It tastes good, quite sweet."

Song Lan said "Bah, bah, bah," like going crazy, but Lu Ang laughed even more crazily.

Lu Ang kissed Song Lan's face again, and before Song Lan spit, he pinched her jaw hard, forcing her to stop.

"Lanlan, you still have to get used to it quickly, or you will feel uncomfortable when you make out with me." Lu Ang said it shamelessly.

A group of younger brothers winked at each other when they heard the words, and the brave ones whistled at Song Lan.

Song Lan was going to be disgusted to death by these people, but he was bound all over, and his mouth was in excruciating pain. If his eyes could be used as a knife, these people would have been stabbed to death by him long ago.

Lu Ang's methods of teasing Song Lan became more and more powerful each time, and once he even bit Song Lan's mouth.

Song Lan still vomited as usual, the blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, there was a strong smell of iron, and it was bitten by Lu Ang, so she wished she could bleed all over her body.

Her mouth hurt so much, she bit her back molars and sprayed a mouthful of saliva directly on Lu Ang's forehead.

"Lanlan, you're not good." Lu Ang wiped off his saliva with his hands, not only did not dislike him, but even showed a kind of excitement that was close to perverted on his face.

Song Lan's heart tightened, and she quickly buried her head. Suddenly, the back of her neck felt cold, and a pair of big hands stuck to the back of her neck.

"Your neck is so thin and white, tsk, so beautiful." Lu Ang's hands wandered restlessly.

His obsession with Song Lan, from the initial hatred, to the present love can not be.

(End of this chapter)