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

Chapter 29
"Song Lan, you're so smart and capable, it's okay for Jiang Wei to leave it to you, right?" Du Qin said with a half-smile.

Song Lan was silent for a while, "No problem, leave it to me."

Du Qin showed a weird smile, "Then I will wait for your interview draft. This is an assessment of your deputy director. If you can successfully interview Jiang Wei, I will approve you as the deputy director. In addition, I will send He Xiaoya will be your assistant, and you will set off in the afternoon to interview Jiang Wei together."

After speaking, Du Qin shook off her burden and left.

He Xiaoya came over and sighed repeatedly.

"Sister Lan, why did you accept this interview? You can obviously refuse."

Song Lan was surprised, "What's the matter, why can't you pick it up?"

"You don't know. After Jiang Wei became disabled, many reporters came to interview and were kicked out. They are well-known hardheads in the industry. Du Qin is not evaluating you. It is clearly to let you retreat. This is over. ..." He Xiaoya shook her head.

She was not worried about herself, she was afraid that Song Lan would not be able to complete the interview, and Du Qin would take the opportunity to deprive her of the position of deputy director.

Song Lan lowered her eyes, smiled slightly, and said calmly, "It's okay, even if it wasn't for Jiang Wei, she would have given me other troubles."

I can hide the first day of the first year, but I can't hide the fifteenth.

It would be better if she personally interviewed Jiang Wei, at least she would give Jiang Wei the most basic respect.

In the afternoon, Song Lan took He Xiaoya up the mountain.

The two of them took a taxi, but they didn't expect to glance halfway.

The driver said, "The mountain road is steep, and the car can't drive up. You can climb up by yourself."

He Xiaoya looked up at the endless mountain road.

"How long will it take to climb, can't master think of a way?"

"It's okay, let's climb, don't waste time." Song Lan quickly settled the fare.

She has already climbed once in the morning, so she has experience.

But He Xiaoya suffered.

He Xiaoya climbed for an hour before reaching halfway up the mountain, panting from exhaustion.

"What kind of quirk is this Jiang Wei? Why do you live in such a remote place? How long does it take to climb here?"

Song Lan calmly patted He Xiaoya on the shoulder.

"You take this as a test."

Two hours later, the two finally arrived at Jiang Wei's villa.

As soon as He Xiaoya climbed to the top, she sat down on the ground and said nothing.

Song Lan sat on the rock to rest for a while, and knocked on the door.

"why is it you again?"

Through the monitoring, Jiang Wei saw Song Lan's sweaty face, and said in confusion.

"Didn't you come here once in the morning? I said, I won't accept your interview."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Jiang, can we make an excuse to drink water? The car was looking halfway. We climbed up. We're too tired..." Song Lan asked panting.

Jiang Wei hesitated for a while, seeing that they were really pitiful, she reluctantly opened the door.

"The water is on the table, drink it yourself."

"Thank you, Miss Jiang." Song Lan said sincerely.

She changed her shoes and walked into the living room, and He Xiaoya burst into sighs behind her.

Although Jiang Wei can no longer dance, dancing equipment can be seen everywhere in the house.

Huge pictorial posters are hung all over the walls, and dance clothes and ballet shoes are hung in the crystal cabinets, which shows Jiang Wei's obsession with dancing.

Their selfishness was seen by them, and Jiang Wei shamefully blocked the cabinet and pictorials with her wheelchair.

"Don't look, just go out after drinking water."

He Xiaoya quickly looked away.

Song Lan said calmly, "Miss Jiang's home is so beautiful. That dance costume is the one you won the gold medal in the Polish International Dance Competition four years ago, right?"

Jiang Wei raised her head in surprise, "You know him?"

Song Lan smiled and said ashamedly, "I'm sorry, Miss Jiang, I was the one to be abrupt this morning, but I really like your dance. I went to see all your works admiringly, and I admire your excellent dancing skills very much."

Seeing that she didn't shout for an interview as soon as she came in, she talked about dancing instead.

Jiang Wei's hostile gaze was also somewhat gentle.

"I like this dance costume too..."

Through the crystal glass, Jiang Wei caressed the as-new dance dress inside, her eyes flushed.

But she soon forced herself to withdraw from unrealistic fantasies, said self-deprecatingly.

"What's the use of liking? I'm already a useless person. I can't even dance in this life. I can't even stand up. I should burn all these clothes and dancing shoes, otherwise it will only make me look Like a joke!"

Sensing Jiang Wei's distaste for me, Song Lan quickly comforted her.

"Miss Jiang, although you can no longer dance now, your past glory still exists, and everyone has not forgotten it. If you can no longer close yourself, come out bravely, and try to look at the peaceful life now with another perspective, Maybe it will make you more comfortable."

"What kind of person are you? What qualifications do you have to tell me what to do? Do you understand my pain? People with healthy legs like you will not understand me. You can only stand and talk without back pain!"

Jiang Wei screamed sensitively, "Sure enough, journalists are virtuous, I don't want to see you, you all get out of here, I'm upset and sick when I see you walking and jumping!"

She grabbed the water glass in her hand and slammed it towards Song Lan and He Xiaoya.

Seeing that she was agitated, Song Lan was afraid of irritating her again, so she hurriedly took He Xiaoya away.

"Miss Jiang, calm down, don't get angry, we will come back next time."

"Get out, you are not allowed to come again, get out of here—"

From the depths of the villa came the woman's screams of painful collapse.

Outside the door, the mountains and forests are quiet and the sun is warm.

He Xiaoya patted her chest in shock.

"It's too scary. No wonder so many seniors in the industry failed to interview. This Jiang Wei is scarier than that old stubborn Liu De."

"Xiaoya, don't say that, Jiang Wei is already very strong, and someone else may not be able to do better than her."

Song Lan's eyes were calm, and she couldn't help but think of her childhood when her family was ruined.

Dad couldn't get sick, he was like a living dead...

The aunt stroked her little head over and over again, and told her seriously.

"Lanlan, that woman is not your mother, it's you, and the enemy of our Song family, the murderer who ruined our family, you have to grow up quickly, avenge your father and aunt, you don't have a mother, your mother, It's a bitch..."

"Sister Lan, Sister Lan?"

He Xiaoya's call brought Song Lan back to reality.

"Sister Lan, what's wrong with you, you look so pale?" He Xiaoya touched her forehead worriedly.

"Don't you have a fever?"

"It's okay, I'm just tired from climbing the mountain." Song Lan smiled, but her eyes were extremely dark.

Not far away, a middle-aged man in a suit came.

Holding a medicine box in his hand, he is elegant and refined.

"I'm Jiang Wei's rehabilitation doctor. My surname is Qiao. Who are you?"

Seeing a new face that had never appeared before, Dr. Qiao asked cautiously.

Song Lan hurried forward and handed over her business card.

"Hello, I'm Song Lan, the deputy director of KEO magazine. We want to interview Ms. Jiang. Could you please tell us how Ms. Jiang's legs are recovering now? We care about her very much."

(End of this chapter)