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

Chapter 41 Take her to the hospital

The rich second generation saw that this woman probably belonged to He Chaozhi.

He didn't dare to provoke Song Lan again, so he avoided it resentfully.

Song Lan was not afraid at all.

She put down her wine glass, turned her head and smiled at the rich second generation with a coquettish smile, and then lightly said to He Chaozhi.

"Mr. He, I still have something to do at the magazine. You have nothing important to do, so I'll leave first."

She grabbed her body and walked away without leaving a single extra look.

"Song Lan!"

He Zhaozhi yelled, threw off the woman in his arms, and chased after Song Lan's wrist.

The woman turned around in pain, her beautiful face pale and wrinkled.

"He Zhaozhi, what are you doing, let go!"

"What if I don't let go?" He Chaozhi's face was terribly gloomy, and he leaned over to look at Song Lan's subtle expression.

"Song Lan, are you jealous? Just because I hugged that woman just now?"

Sensing the sarcasm in the man's words, Song Lan lowered her eyebrows, and said sternly like a trained housekeeper.

"Mr. He, you are joking. I am your girlfriend in name, and I will do my best, and I will never think anything wrong. You can rest assured that I will never be jealous."

The woman's voice was as smooth as that of a robot, and the words that should have been pleasant to hear fell into He Zhaozhi's ears, but they were only mocking.

He pinched Song Lan's chin and forced her to look at him.

"Since you're not jealous, why did you leave!"

Song Lan immediately put her hands on the tip of her nose, and said shamelessly, "I'm sorry Mr. He, the smell of smoke inside is too strong for my nose, so I can only leave first."

After answering He Chaozhi's question, Song Lan's beautiful eyes did not move.

"Can I go now, Mr. He?"

"..."

He Zhaozhi had no reason not to let her go.

He was sullen for a while, then let go of his hand.

Song Lan hurriedly bowed, "Thank you Mr. He for your forgiveness, then I'll go first, see you next time."

The woman walked briskly, and disappeared in the corridor in the blink of an eye.

He Zhaozhi squinted his eyes uncertainly, and he lightly twitched the touch of his fingertips, and the more he thought about it, the more something went wrong.

Although Song Lan didn't show any expression just now, his sixth sense told him that Song Lan was just jealous.

Otherwise why run?
Just because of the smell of smoke?How could it be possible, I would smoke less in front of her.

He Zhaozhi wanted to find Song Lan and ask him more, when he suddenly heard a crisp "Crack."

He turned his head suddenly and saw a paparazzi wearing a peaked cap patting him.

Seeing that he was found, the paparazzi ran away in fright.

But he couldn't run faster than He Chaozhi, he was soon pressed to the ground and subdued.

"Give me the camera!"

The paparazzi weakly held the camera with both hands, his voice trembling.

"All, all for you, Mr. He, I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken a video of you and your girlfriend. I won't dare to do it again next time."

He Zhaozhi snatched the camera away, only to realize that he had also photographed himself arguing with Song Lan.

If the old man is stabbed, and He Mingchuan knows that he and Song Lan are pretending to be in love, the old man may have the idea of ​​marrying the Shen family again.

Without batting an eye, He Zhaozhi completely deleted the video and photos.

He grabbed the paparazzi's hair and threatened condescendingly, "Take your camera and get out, let me find out again, and you won't have to live in Nightside."

The paparazzi ran away tremblingly.

He Zhaozhi chased after him to find Song Lan, but he was long gone.

After leaving Junhuang, Song Lan walked quietly on the way home.

The stomachache came suddenly, and she knelt down on the ground as if she had been beaten with a sap.

She was never taken care of since she was a child, although Song Zi raised her up, but Song Zi was busy, she was always full and hungry, which resulted in stomach problems.

I was busy with work today, didn't eat brunch, and drank a glass of strong wine just now, I couldn't hold on anymore, curled up on the ground in pain.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

The vision gradually blurred, and suddenly a pair of men's leather shoes appeared in the field of vision, and the man's dignified and gentle voice came from the top of his head with concern.

"Miss, miss, are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital now, hold on."

Song Lan's eyelids trembled slightly, and he passed out just in time to smell the fragrance of the precious cologne on the man's body.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in the hospital.

Sitting by the bed, He Xiaoya said pleasantly, "Sister Lan, you finally woke up, you scared me to death! The doctor said you had a stomach attack, so you need to rest well."

Song Lan sat up weakly, and He Xiaoya hurriedly helped her put a pillow.

"How did you know I was in the hospital?"

He Xiaoya said, "A stranger called me on your mobile phone, saying that you were sick and asked me to come to the hospital to take care of you. I don't know who that person was. When I came, he was gone. "

Song Lan froze for a moment, took out her mobile phone, and searched for recent calls.

More than ten hours ago, he was already in a coma, but he called He Zhaozhi and He Xiaoya respectively on his mobile phone.

But the records show that He Zhaozhi didn't answer.

Only He Xiaoya received it and rushed over immediately.

Song Lan's eyelashes trembled slightly, she turned off her phone and put it aside, trying to restrain the disappointment in her heart.

"I've been asleep for almost a day, right? It's already dawn outside, when can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Before He Xiaoya opened her mouth, Song Lan quickly lifted the quilt and got up to change clothes.

"Forget it, I can't wait that long. I remember that there is a regular meeting today, and I can't be late. You can go through the discharge procedures for me. I'm going to the company now."

He Xiaoya opened her mouth, but she knew that Song Lan had always been one-sided, so she went through the discharge procedures silently.

"Sister Lan, your illness is still not cured, don't exhaust yourself."

"I have it in my mind."

When I came to the company, I happened to be stuck at work, so I was not late.

Song Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately sorted out the documents and went to the meeting.

She spent the night in the hospital, and her condition caused her to look pale and emaciated.

Entering the conference room, Du Qin could tell that she was ill at a glance, but she rolled her eyes as if she didn't know.

Turning their heads and rushing to the meeting, everyone named and criticized.

"Song Lan, I found that you have stopped working overtime since you became the deputy director. You used to be so diligent, how can you slack off now? As the deputy director, you should lead by example and set an example for the employees!"

Song Lan stared down at the document in front of her, and said calmly, "My business ability is completely passed. Even if I don't work overtime, I can still complete the work on time. I don't think there is any need to work overtime."

"I do my own way, it's unreasonable!"

Du Qin reprimanded him severely, then raised his head arrogantly and proudly, and said openly, "You are messing up the relationship in the club and setting a bad example for everyone. You can't sit down as a deputy director. The president also thinks the same way. So I have decided now, vote to decide whether you can still be qualified to be a deputy director, the decision is left to everyone, if everyone agrees with you, you can continue to be, if you don't agree, you will abdicate for me!"

(End of this chapter)