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

Chapter 53
The nurse came to ask Song Lan to go in for a bandage, so He Chaozhi and Han Zicheng talked about work outside for a while, and Han Zicheng left politely.

When Song Lan came out, Han Zicheng had already left.

Han Zicheng was someone she admired very much in the industry. Seeing him leave, Song Lan was a little bit disappointed.

"Is this gone?"

She also wanted to be alone with Han Zi.

He Zhaozhi sneered angrily, leaned forward, and pinched the soft flesh on Song Lan's cheek.

"You are my nominal girlfriend now, why can't you control yourself when you see other men, and you just want to talk to him so much?"

What's so good about that Han Zicheng?
He is nothing more than young and promising, so is He Chaozhi the only one?
Song Lan glanced at the man and muttered softly.

"I didn't chat with him a few words, obviously you were talking to him."

"Do you still dare to talk back?"

He Zhaozhi snorted coldly, and hugged Song Lan upright, not caring about the gazes from all around.

"I'll punish you when I go back."

He carried Song Lan into the car, first pressed the seat and kissed her, and when he arrived at the villa, he took off his suit jacket and put it on Song Lan, and he got out of the car with the woman in his arms, and entered the door.

Song Lan buried her face in her suit jacket the whole time without making a sound.

Not shy, but too lazy to answer.

She has been He Zhaozhi's bed partner for so long, and she has long been used to the strength of men in this area, and it seems that she cannot escape tonight.

"Chaozhi, you're back—you, you."

A gentle female voice sounded in surprise.

The moment Song Lan heard this voice, as if her blood had been drained, she opened her eyes with a cold face and looked towards the living room.

Jiang Yurong stood in front of the sofa, looking awkwardly at He Chaozhi who was hugging Song Lan.

"Aunt Rong? Why are you here?"

He Zhaozhi raised his eyebrows, but he didn't intend to put Song Lan down.

Song Lan frowned, struggling to get out of He Zhaozhi's arms.

Standing still, she didn't even look at Jiang Yurong.

Jiang Yurong also knew that Song Lan seemed to have a problem with her, so she didn't take the initiative to greet her, and walked two steps forward.

"You haven't gone back for too long. I came here today just to see if you are doing well. Seeing that your relationship is so good, I am relieved."

She looked gently at the hands of the two who were holding each other.

He Zhaozhi always had only half respect for Jiang Yurong, and said casually, "Now that you've finished watching, can you leave?"

He didn't want to be disturbed by him and Song Lan.

Jiang Yurong's smile faded, she walked slowly to Song Lan, and opened her mouth hesitantly.

"Actually, I came here today for another purpose. Song Lan, you contradicted me twice, and I'm not angry with you. I think you may have misunderstood me a little. If you marry into the He family in the future, we will sooner or later If you don't look up and look down, it's better to clear up the misunderstanding and save Chaozhi from trouble, are you right?"

Jiang Yurong's voice was gentle and gentle, exactly the same as the mother's voice that Song Lan fantasized about when she was a child.

But now it sounds so hypocritical and disgusting.

She lowered her gaze, her long hair draped over her shoulders, covering most of her expression.

"Aunt He, you are joking. I admit it. It's just that I don't know the people around Chaozhi very well. After a long time, it will naturally get better."

Jiang Yurong said patiently, "Then you can come to talk to me often when you have time. I'm bored at home by myself. We've gotten to know each other well, so there won't be any conflicts."

Seeing Jiang Yurong pulling Song Lan and talking endlessly, He Zhaozhi's last bit of patience was exhausted.

With a tug of his long arm, he pulled Song Lan into his arms.

He Chaozhi pulled his lower lip lazily, and said impatiently to Jiang Yurong, "Aunt Rong, you are bored by yourself, you can go to the old man, he married you, not Song Lan."

He Chaozhi has always been surly, Jiang Yurong has been in He's house for so long, and he still can't touch He Chaozhi's seven inches.

Her face turned slightly pale, and she said awkwardly and helplessly, "This...your father has been angry recently and is busy with affairs, so I dare not disturb him."

"That's even more your fault, Aunt Rong."

He Zhaozhi said almost indifferently, "As the old man's successor, your responsibility is to solve his problems. Otherwise, is he marrying you, a profitless woman, into the He family's house to make things difficult for him?"

"Chaozhi..." Jiang Yurong turned pale from being choked by him, showing a panicked expression.

Song Lan also raised her head at this time, and said uncontrollably, "It was Uncle He's decision that she married into the He family, and she didn't come here as a slave or handmaid. She should be respected at the most basic level."

At least, it's not He Zhaozhi who can contradict him!

He Zhaozhi glanced at her in surprise.

Before Song Lan was still indifferent to Jiang Yurong, why did he suddenly change his attitude and speak for Jiang Yurong?
He Zhaozhi narrowed his black eyes, looked at Song Lan without saying a word.

Song Lan also sensed her gaffe, pinched her fingertips tightly, and turned her head away.

Is she crazy?

How could she blurt out to speak for this woman who abandoned her husband and daughter!
Jiang Yurong saw the embarrassment of the atmosphere, she had long been used to the life of being caught in the middle of the He family, she quickly smiled and said in relief, "Don't quarrel for me, I did this wrong, I I shouldn't bother you, but I'm here, why don't I help you cook a meal, you haven't eaten yet? I'll leave after I finish, okay?"

He Zhaozhi hesitated for a moment. If he wanted to eat, he could ask his secretary to bring it to any hotel while it was still hot.

But Song Lan has a bad stomach and likes to eat sweet and fresh food at night.

He Zhaozhi said indifferently, "Aunt Rong can do whatever you want."

Jiang Yurong smiled lightly, rolled up her sleeves, "Okay, then wait a while, and I'll cook."

Jiang Yurong's figure was busy in the kitchen, which gave the cold villa a bit of human atmosphere.

He Zhaozhi sat on the sofa in the living room with Song Lan in his arms, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

"Aunt Rong has this kind of character, she is a bit submissive, and that's why I put up with her. Rather than letting the old man marry a few bad guys, it's better to let her stay with the old man, so as not to cause trouble for me."

Song Lan sat quietly, as if she didn't hear He Zhaozhi's words, she didn't move.

Only eyes, looking quietly and coldly at the lights in the kitchen.

After a while, Jiang Yurong came out with three dishes and one soup.

She took off her apron and greeted them gently, "It's ready, come and eat while it's hot."

There is nothing to say about Jiang Yurong's cooking skills. Although He Chaozhi doesn't like her, he will not reject her cooking.

The three dishes and one soup are all home-cooked dishes, Jiang Yurong smiled subtly, "Time is too tight, and I didn't prepare it in advance, so I just made some dishes from the refrigerator, and you will eat it as soon as possible."

Song Lan grabbed the chopsticks, and she took a piece of Chinese kale and put it into her mouth. She took small bites, biting very slowly.

Snow-white rice, light dishes, just a few home-cooked dishes, but Song Lan's heart seemed to be rubbed hard by something, and it was so broken that he couldn't pick it up.

A tear, welling up from her eye, fell into the rice.

(End of this chapter)