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

Chapter 28

Song Lan wanted to push He Chaozhi away, but He Chaozhi clasped his wrist.

Song Lanqingli's face immediately showed a layer of pain, "Uh...it hurts!"

She gasped, and looked at the wrist that was sore from He Zhaozhi's scratch.

The burn from being poured hot coffee by Shen Yingxue before hadn't healed yet, but when he was grabbed by He Zhaoyi, the wound seemed to be open.

He Zhaozhi let go, seeing the wound on Song Lan's hand, his face darkened.

"It's been so many days, why hasn't the wound healed yet, haven't you taken good care of yourself?"

Song Lan turned her head stubbornly, "Don't worry about it."

"What did you say?"

"Young Master He, although we are lovers in the eyes of outsiders, you and I both know that we are just bed partners. It's just a little injury, Young Master He doesn't need to be so nervous, right?"

Song Lan calmly withdrew her hand and covered it with her sleeve.

Because of the pain, her lips were pale and trembled slightly.

He Zhaozhi didn't say a word, but stared at her deeply.

The driver in front didn't know whether to keep driving or stop.

They could only silently drive the car towards He Zhaozhi's private villa.

"Turn around and go to her apartment."

He Zhaozhi said to the driver coldly.

Song Lan couldn't help raising her head, and gave He Zhaozhi a weird look.

He Zhaozhi pulled his lips, "Aren't you refusing to go to my place? For the sake of your injury, I can tolerate your temper tantrum once, but Song Lan, if there are too many, this set will not be popular with men."

Before Song Lan came back to his senses, he turned over and sat upright, his face cold and expressionless.

It seemed that the confrontation and coercion that happened just now were just an illusion.

Song Lan bit her lip and turned her head away from looking at her.

After a while, the driver drove the car downstairs to the apartment.

Song Lan's hand didn't hurt so much, and she opened the door to get out of the car.

The man's hand reached out first.

Help her open the car door, "Do you want me to take you up?"

Song Lan pursed her lips, and got out of the car with her back turned to him, "No need, Young Master He can take care of you."

There was silence behind him, and a few seconds later, He Zhaozhi's cold snort came.

"You have carried out the two things of knowledge and interest to the end."

Song Lan didn't want to quarrel with him, so she turned around and said to him with lowered eyebrows, "Don't worry, Young Master He, I have a sense of proportion."

"Then—walk slowly."

Song Lan squeezed out a smile, waved her hand, and went upstairs.

The swaying figure of the woman disappeared into the night, and the magnificent skirt merged with the darkness.

He Zhaozhi tore off his tie irritably, and threw it on the seat where the woman had just sat.

The driver asked tremblingly, "Master, shall we go back now?"

He Zhaozhi was silent for a while, "Wait a little longer."

The light of the lighter flashed by, and He Zhaozhi lit a cigarette, which was caught in the middle of the slender finger bone.

He smoked slowly, and his angular handsome face was gradually blurred by the smoke.

Song Lan returned home, walked to the window subconsciously, and looked down.

He Zhaozhi's car hasn't left yet.

From her angle, one can see the bones of He Zhaozhi's hand resting on the window sill, which are slender and distinct.

Just now he used those hands to pinch his chin...

The man in the car seemed to be aware of it, and looked up.

Song Lan dodged and hid behind the curtain.

She recalled what He Zhaozhi warned her in the car——

They were just bedmates, and with her status, she was not worthy to stand by his side.

Song Lan suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and returned to the room as if nothing had happened.

It doesn't matter, she doesn't care anyway, all she wants is revenge...

Everyone has feelings, she may just be reluctant to part with He Chaozhi's good skills.

There are not many men with two legs in this world?

The night passed.

The next day, Song Lan came to a villa area built in the mountains according to the address given by He Chaozhi.

The terrain in the mountain is remote, the advantage lies in the quietness, and the birds are singing.

Song Lan came to a small retro western-style building and rang the doorbell.

"Teacher Jiang Wei, are you at home?"

He Zhaozhi introduced her to an internationally renowned dancer who was once well-known and even hailed as a national treasure dancer.

It's a pity that an accident caused her both feet to be injured. From then on, she had to bid farewell to the stage and spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.

But Jiang Wei's wonderful deeds in the past are still talked about.

After a while, the door opened.

A young woman in a wheelchair appeared with a pale face and gloomy eyes.

"Who are you and what's the matter?"

Song Lan didn't look at her legs, but handed over her business card, and said in a gentle voice, "Hello, I'm Song Lan, the deputy director of KEO Magazine, and I've always admired your reputation. May I have the honor to interview you?"

Jiang Wei looked her up and down, especially when she saw her healthy legs, hatred burst out of her eyes.

"reporter?"

Jiang Wei didn't take her business card, and said impatiently, "You have become the deputy director, don't you know the rules of the interview, come to the door without an appointment, don't you take me seriously?"

Song Lan found out about Jiang Wei's leg injury last night on the Internet, but He Zhaozhi didn't mention it.

She knows that people with physical illnesses will suffer psychologically.

Especially Jiang Wei used to be so outstanding, the proud daughter of heaven.

Song Lan thought that He Zhaozhi had notified Jiang Wei in advance, and only after seeing Jiang Wei's reaction did she realize that she had misunderstood.

"Sorry, I offended you so abruptly, I apologize."

Song Lan said seriously.

She didn't say that she was introduced by He Zhaozhi, she still held the business card with both hands.

Jiang Wei's attitude didn't improve because of her apology, she said indifferently.

"Don't think that I'm down and out. You reporters can interview and laugh at me casually. When I was good, I didn't like second-rate magazines like KEO."

As if recalling something painful, Jiang Wei turned her head, "It's all over, what can I say, you go, I won't accept your interview!"

"Miss Jiang, Jiang..."

Jiang Wei closed the door and left Song Lan outside.

Song Lan had no choice but to put away the business card and go back to the company first to think of countermeasures.

As soon as he came to the company, Du Qin walked over.

"Song Lan, you are here. It just so happens that I have an interview plan for you. I will use it for next month's journal. Be sure to hurry up."

Song Lan frowned, "In such a hurry, who is the interviewee?"

Du Qin's expression was a little subtle.

"It's Jiang Wei, you should have heard of it, the famous dancer before, but unfortunately she can only use a wheelchair now."

Song Lan was stunned.

She has not only heard of it, she has seen it just now.

"Jiang Wei has been out of the public eye for two years, why did she suddenly think of doing an interview?"

Du Qin exclaimed, "Isn't it true that netizens on the Internet have been idle recently and started recalling Jiang Wei's previous dance clips, saying that she is some kind of lost treasure... Our magazine happened to be popular, although she has a broken leg , but still has some use value.”

Du Qin said it nonchalantly, as if a living person was just a tool for her to extract resources.

Song Lan hid her dislike for Du Qin in her eyes, and guessed why He Chaozhi asked her to interview Jiang Wei.

He probably also saw the hot discussion on the Internet.

(End of this chapter)