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

Chapter 44
Shen Yingxue was coldly discarded by He Zhaozhi like a rag.

She fell to the ground, bit her lip and shouted aggrievedly, "He Zhaozhi, I am also the woman who grew up with your childhood sweetheart, why can't I compare to that bitch!"

"To shut up!"

When He Zhaozhi heard her mention Song Lan, his face became more gloomy.

"You can't compare to anything, I don't care how you got this opportunity from Song Lan, but if you dare to have another time, I will make your entire Shen family pay the price!"

He Zhaozhi ignored Shen Yingxue's resentful gaze and strode away.

Behind him, Shen Yingxue sat alone on the ground, shivering from the cold.

She was still wearing a thin suspender nightdress, tears of grievance streaming down her face.

Not far away, guests from the hotel checked in and pointed at the scantily dressed Shen Yingxue.

Only then did Shen Yingxue put on her clothes hastily, hugged herself tightly, and ran away in a hurry.

While running, Shen Yingxue cursed Song Lan's name.

"Bitch, it's all your fault, I shouldn't have believed you!"

Song Lan must have intentionally made her look good and let He Chaozhi come and humiliate her!

She can't spare Song Lan!

……

Downstairs in the hotel, the driver was about to leave when he saw his young master leaving and returning in a rage.

"Master, why are you back..."

"Drive, go to Song Lan's apartment!"

He Zhaozhi's tone was gloomy, and the driver didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he drove away quickly.

Thinking of Shen Yingxue's disgusting appearance just now, He Chaozhi felt irritable.

He forcefully tore open the two buttons on his chest, his breathing was still tight, Song Lan Song Lan...

It seems that you have to say her name a hundred times to relieve your hatred.

He Zhaozhi dialed Song Lan's cell phone before he arrived.

After a while, Song Lan answered.

He Zhaozhi asked coldly, "Are you at home? What happened to Shen Yingxue, she couldn't have known where we were for no reason, you told her?"

"So what?"

Song Lan was sitting on the roof. She drank some wine and her voice was muffled.

"You, He Chaozhi, have the right to choose who to interview, but I, Song Lan, have no right to decide whether I will go or not?"

"—Song Lan, don't forget that you took the initiative to ask me out tonight!" He Chaozhi gritted his teeth.

If the woman was really in front of him, he might even have the intention of killing her.

What do you think of him, come and go when you call him, is he, He Chaozhi, her dog?

"Well, I asked you out, but I suddenly don't want to go...Shen Yingxue likes you so much, don't let her down, just stay together."

Song Lan chuckled, talking drunkenly.

He Zhaozhi heard her drunken tone and raised his eyebrows in doubt.

The driver said, "Master, Miss Song's apartment has arrived."

He Zhaozhi looked up at the window, it was dark with no lights.

His tone suddenly became serious, "Where are you, are you not at home?"

"Me, you don't care where I am..." Song Lan giggled, playing against He Chaozhi indulgently.

She was so happy, when she was drunk, she could live her own life without any scruples about revenge plans.

Laugh when you want to laugh, cry when you want to cry, and curse when you want to scold.

"Song Lan!" He Zhaozhi's voice tightened, thinking that the woman might be drunk now, his tone added a touch of helplessness.

"Tell me where you are, it's late, you're not safe outside alone."

"I'm on the rooftop. There's no one else here except me. It's safe... It's not safe to be with you, He Chaozhi!"

Song Lan muttered in a condemning tone.

He Zhao choked, and was a little speechless.

But fortunately, she got out of her words.

He Chaozhi remembered that there was a rooftop on the roof of Song Lan's apartment building, so he got out of the car and went upstairs, all the way to the top rooftop.

Sure enough, on the top, I saw Song Lan who was blown into a little fool by the wind.

Song Lan dozed off drowsily holding the wine bottle, her icy body shivering in the wind.

There was a pile of wine bottles at her feet, and she didn't know how much she drank.

He Zhaozhi's face was livid, he walked up to Song Lan and pinched her jaw.

"Song Lan, why are you crazy? Are you drinking so much wine just to anger me?"

"He Zhaozhi, you are here."

Song Lan raised her head in a daze, and it took her a long time to focus her beautiful eyes out of focus before she could see the man's face clearly.

Her blushing face wrinkled, light white fingertips stroking her breathless chest, and said in distress.

"I don't want to drink either, but it hurts. It hurts so much here. It hurt especially last night, and it hurts today too. If you don't drink, it won't stop the pain."

With that said, she would continue to drink.

He Zhaozhi hurriedly snatched the wine bottle away.

last night?Isn't that the time when she saw herself with other women in Junhuang?

So last night—is Song Lan really jealous?
He Chaozhi's anger became inexplicably less intense, he hugged the drunk woman in his arms, slightly sneered with his thin lips.

"It's obviously jealous, but you're still stubborn, wake up."

The woman in her arms was lying obediently, her long eyelashes drooping, trembling slightly with her soft breathing.

He Zhaozhi cursed in a low voice, and resigned himself to his fate, picked up Song Lan and went downstairs.

"Go to my villa."

He Zhaozhi instructed the driver concisely, and held Song Lan the whole time without letting go.

Drunk women are also rare and well-behaved.

Arched in his arms, found a comfortable position, and just fell asleep like that.

He Zhaozhi was angry and funny, and suddenly felt that his anger tonight was meaningless.

He raised his hand and caressed Song Lan's black hair like a waterfall, his voice was low and pleasant, "...you are really sent by heaven to restrain me, do you really think I can't do anything about you?"

……

The night passed.

Song Lan sat up sleepily and yawned gracefully.

She hadn't recovered from the alcohol, so she thought she was at her own home in a daze, and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash up after throwing off the quilt.

The door of the bathroom suddenly opened, and the man's smooth chest came oncoming.

Song Lan stuck her head on He Chaozhi's body, and when she saw what was in front of her, her eyes widened suddenly.

"He Chaozhi!? Why are you here!"

"Shouldn't I say that?"

He Zhaozhi leaned over and pinched her chin, making her look around.

"This is my home, I'm not here, where is it?"

Only then did Song Lan realize that they were actually in He Chaozhi's private villa.

He Zhaozhi had just taken a shower, and his body exuded the faint fragrance of sea salt and lemon shower gel. Song Lan was a little confused by his half-smile.

She only remembered that she drank a lot of wine last night, then answered the phone call from He Zhaozhi, and sang against him...

Song Lan turned his head hesitantly, "You didn't do anything to me last night, did you?"

The pajamas she was wearing were no longer the one she wore last night.

He Zhaozhi grabbed the bath towel and rubbed his wet hair, then walked forward calmly, "Don't worry, I just changed your clothes for you, I have no desire for you to be drunk like that."

Fortunately, Song Lan didn't count as a fuss after drinking, but just sleeping.

If she suddenly got up singing and dancing and vomited, He Zhaozhi would definitely throw her out the door quickly.

Instead of letting her spend the night in her own bed.

(End of this chapter)