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

Chapter 24 A Straw Bag Is a Straw Bag
She really couldn't expect too much from Shen Yingxue.

An idiot is an idiot, and I can't do a little thing well.

Seeing what Song Lan said so confidently, Du Qin smiled angrily.

"It's up to you? I think you won't be able to keep the position of deputy director sooner or later. It's better not to be brave. Wouldn't it be better to let Xian go sooner?"

Song Lan ignored her, but He Xiaoya was outraged and whispered to her.

"Sister Lan has been number one in terms of performance since she joined the company, and her qualifications are comparable to Shen Yingxue's. She can do any interviews. There is no one in the entire magazine who is more suitable than her to be the deputy director!"

Du Qin's eyes sharpened, she pointed at He Xiaoya and cursed.

"What are you, do you have a part to speak here?"

"Okay, Xiaoya, go back to work, I'm here."

Song Lan turned around, blocked Du Qin's insults to He Xiaoya, comforted her a few words, and sent her back to her work station.

Immediately afterwards, under Du Qin's sarcastic gaze, he returned to his office to sort out the interview draft.

Before the interview task was assigned to Shen Yingxue, she wrote an interview script by herself for emergencies.

I thought it wouldn't be useful, but I didn't expect it to be.

Song Lan was thankful for her prudence and foresight.

In the afternoon, Song Lan came to visit with the interview draft.

This writer is called Su Rui, who writes suspense novels. He has become well-known in recent years, but he lacks a representative work that is popular.

Because of this, Shen Yingxue looked down on him.

Su Rui opened the door, but didn't invite Song Lan into the room, and said in a flat tone, "Miss Song, I'm just an ordinary writer, barely making ends meet. The words of your reporter Shen woke me up this morning. People like me, How can it be worthy of your door-to-door interviews over and over again."

"Mr. Su, it was our staff who did not do their job well and hurt you by uttering bad words. I would like to express my sincere apology to you on behalf of her."

Song Lan bowed neatly, and asked seriously, "Our magazine is really optimistic about your work and thinks that you will have a place in the literary world in the future, so we decided to interview you. Please don't talk to a staff member. We look forward to getting to know your inner world through interviews.”

Song Lan spoke loudly and sharply.

Su Rui couldn't help but take another look at her, thinking that if Song Lan came to interview in the morning, they would probably have a pleasant cooperation.

just now...

Su Rui shook his head, thinking of the ugly words Shen Yingxue said to him in the morning, he was depressed.

"Not yet. My novel is not worthy of being interviewed by your magazine. Miss Song, please come back."

Just as he was talking, the sound of a little girl crying suddenly came from the room.

"I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want this, I want a doll, my neighbor Qiuqiu's mother bought it for her, why don't you buy it for me!"

Song Lan glanced inside and saw a five-year-old girl throwing a tantrum and throwing things.

Su Rui said helplessly, "I'm sorry, this is my daughter Su Li. She was spoiled since she was a child and has a bit of a temper."

"It's okay." Song Lan expressed her understanding.

As a child, it's such an active and ignorant age again.

Su Rui ran back to Su Li, "Lily, didn't Dad buy it for you last time? You ruined it if you didn't care about it. If you continue to buy it for you, it will only be a waste."

"I don't care, I don't care, I want a doll!" Su Li burst into tears.

Su Rui was at a loss what to do with this delicate little daughter, and when she didn't know what to do, Song Lan took a step forward.

In her hand was a brand new doll, and she handed it to Su Li with a smile.

"Lily, it's not that Dad didn't buy it for you, it's because he wanted to give you a surprise, so he gave it to Auntie for safekeeping, and I'll give it to you now, Lily, don't cry, okay?"

Song Lan bought the latest doll on the market, a popular doll among little girls, beautiful and flexible.

Su Li stopped crying all of a sudden, ran over to take the doll and laughed.

"What a beautiful doll, thank you Auntie, thank you Dad!"

Su Rui looked at Song Lan in surprise, not knowing where she made the doll from.

Song Lan patted Su Li's head lightly, and said softly, "Lily, Auntie just saw you throw the broken dolls on the ground, and you tore their hair to pieces. It's not good."

Su Li was still at an ignorant age, she simply raised her head and asked, "Why not?"

"When Lily's mother combed Lily's hair, would it hurt if she accidentally pulled her hair?"

Su Li nodded.

"Then if Lily accidentally falls and falls to the ground, will it hurt?"

Su Li flinched and nodded.

"That's right." Song Lan squatted down patiently and coaxed Su Li, "Dolls will hurt if you treat them like this. You think they are so beautiful. If you really like them, shouldn't you treat them with respect? They, instead of beating and pulling when they want, how pitiful dolls are, they don’t have parents to coax them, right?”

Su Li became quiet in Song Lan's gentle tone. She realized her mistake and hugged the new doll tightly.

"Auntie, it's Lily's fault. Lily will definitely cherish the new doll."

"Lily is so sweet."

The little girl went to play happily with the doll in her arms.

Song Lan stood up, but never stepped into Su Rui's house.

Su Rui looked at her with complicated eyes and said, "Miss Song is indeed the deputy director. She really did a lot of homework and found out all about our family's preferences."

He guessed that this doll was specially bought by Song Lan as a gift to Su Li in order to suit her interests.

It just happened that Su Li lost her temper, and it came in handy.

Song Lan didn't hide it, and said with a blunt smile, "Since you need something from others, of course you have to be careful. In addition to the gift for your daughter, I also brought you a set of out-of-print books and a perfume for your wife. Please accept it as our KEO's apology to you."

With such a sincere attitude, Su Rui can no longer drive Song Lan out.

Holding the set of out-of-print books that he wanted for a long time, he sighed, "...Forget it, Miss Song, come in."

Two hours later, Song Lan finished the interview with Su Rui and returned to the magazine office.

She put Su Rui's interview draft on the table and went to Du Qin's director's office.

Behind him, Shen Yingxue ran over sneakily.

"I heard that you finished the interview with Su Rui? What about the interview draft, show me." Du Qin still didn't give Song Lan a good look.

Song Lan was not angry, "I'll get it for you."

When she returned to the office, she found that the interview draft on the table was gone.

Song Lan searched the entire office, but found nothing...

Inside the Director's Office.

Du Qin tapped on the table, sneered sharply, "Song Lan, you think I'm still a three-year-old kid so easy to fool? You keep saying that you can handle Su Rui, and then you pretend to go out and come back, but you can't even hand in the interview draft Come on, and said it was stolen!"

(End of this chapter)