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

Chapter 54
Jiang Yurong was the first to notice that Song Lan was crying, and covered her lips in surprise.

"Oh, Song Lan, why are you crying? Is it because my cooking is not delicious?"

She was in a hurry to draw paper for Song Lan.

Song Lan turned his head away and didn't answer.

She took out a piece of paper by herself, blew her nose lightly, and her eye sockets were faintly red, like smoke and mist.

She is not as cold as snow and unapproachable as before.

"No, it's fine."

Her tone was still calm, Jiang Yurong seemed to have done something wrong, and cast her helpless eyes on He Chaozhi.

"Chaozhi, why don't you coax Song Lan?"

He Zhaozhi put down his chopsticks, lifted Song Lan's chin, and wiped away her warm tears with his fingertips.

"Is it so delicious that you are crying?"

As soon as the man's handsome face was enlarged in front of him, Chu Yan suddenly didn't want to cry.

She is crazy.

Even though her father was still lying on the hospital bed, her aunt taught her again and again that Jiang Yurong was her enemy.

Why does she still cry whenever she eats Jiang Yurong's dishes?

This is the first time she has tasted Jiang Yurong's handicrafts since she grew up so old. After all these years, she must have done this for He Zhaozhi, right?
Song Lan raised her eyebrows, her voice was cool and cold, "I have no relatives, so it's the first time I eat food cooked by my family, and I'm bound to feel emotional."

Jiang Yurong showed regretful eyes, "So that's it...it doesn't matter, I can do it often in the future, eat more, and see how thin you are."

Jiang Yurong used serving chopsticks to pick up a few ribs for Song Lan.

A gentle smile, just like Song Lan's dream.

Song Lan stared at her in a daze, realizing that she had lost her composure, she quickly looked away, and silently bit her ribs.

"I didn't expect you to be so emotional. I thought your heart was as cold as your appearance."

He Zhaozhi made a joke, but didn't say any more.

After a meal, Song Lan got up to collect the table.

Jiang Yurong put on her apron again and walked over, "Put it down, I'll do it."

"You—" Song Lan was taken aback.

He Zhaozhi passed behind her with a accustomed tone of indifference and dignity.

"Let Aunt Rong do it, she loves to do these little things."

Jiang Yurong also smiled and said, "Leave it to me, and I will help them cook and tidy up from time to time."

She didn't seem to mind He Zhaozhi's indifference and casualness towards her at all.

Song Lan bit her red lips, and silently handed her the bowl and chopsticks.

Jiang Yurong is in the He family, isn't she a lady, a wife?

How can you be so comfortable with such chores?

As if seeing Song Lan's doubts, He Chaozhi pulled her to sit down, his handsome brows were showing coldness.

"She is from an average family. She married into He's family as Gao Pan, and has not given birth to a child for many years. After all these years, the old man dotes on her again, and his affection for her has faded. She has to do something to please the old man. Don't worry about it. "

He Zhaozhi's face was covered by the dense tea steam, only his voice was as cold as ever.

"The He family is not a family that everyone can climb up to. This is her own choice, and she has to bear it herself."

Song Lan's eyelashes trembled violently.

She glanced at He Zhao faintly, a dimple formed on her lips.

"Young Master He is right, of course you have to bear the path you choose."

She will not repeat Jiang Yurong's mistakes and entrust herself to an invincible man.

After washing the dishes, Jiang Yurong took off her apron and walked out. She walked to the living room and took Song Lan's hand actively.

Song Lan wanted to struggle subconsciously, but Jiang Yurong pulled her tightly.

"Song Lan, I know you have misunderstood me, but I think you are very good, and you are right with Chaozhi. If you don't dislike it, you can tell me what's on your mind. Don't be bored by yourself, huh?"

Song Lan lowered her eyes, and her long hair fell like a waterfall, covering her snow-white face.

"Actually, I still have a relative left in this world."

"Really? Then why didn't you reunite with him?" Jiang Yurong asked in surprise.

She thought that Song Lan was really an orphan.

Although Song Lan contradicted her many times, Jiang Yurong inexplicably did not have any malice towards Song Lan.

On the contrary, I want to get closer even more.

"My father has been bedridden for many years, and there is no difference between being alive and dead." Song Lan said indifferently, "The doctor said that it is very likely that he will never wake up again."

"Sorry, I didn't expect to talk about your sadness."

Jiang Yurong patted the back of Song Lan's hand regretfully, and said distressedly, "Then you must have had a hard time. I really hope your father can wake up."

Song Lan didn't say anything.

She silently raised her head, and quietly glanced at Jiang Yurong.

Jiang Yurong's eyes were sincere and gentle, it seemed that she was really sad for her, not pretending.

Song Lan pursed her lips, suddenly curious if Jiang Yurong knew that she was her daughter one day.

Her unworthy husband has been in a vegetable for more than ten years in the hospital bed.

How should I feel?

……

For the third time, He Zhaozhi walked out of the study and came to the living room.

Seeing that the woman was still talking to Jiang Yurong, his face finally completely darkened.

"Aunt Rong."

He Zhaozhi raised the corners of his mouth, and the smile didn't reach his eyes, "It's already so late, if you don't go back, the old man should be angry, right?"

He Mingchuan has a tough personality and a strong desire to control.

Jiang Yurong also realized this, and stood up with a smile.

"Look at me, I'm so attached to Song Lan that I forgot the time. Then Song Lan, see you next time, I'll go back first."

As Jiang Yurong said, she looked at Song Lan reluctantly before leaving.

It's strange to say that she obviously has nothing to do with Song Lan, but she seems to have endless conversations with her.

Jiang Yurong thought, maybe she was really too lonely in the He family.

After Jiang Yurong left, He Chao went downstairs and picked up Song Lan and brought him into the bedroom.

"Everyone is gone, why do you still look unhappy?"

Song Lan turned around and ignored him.

Just now Jiang Yurong's words were still echoing in her ears.

Jiang Yurong, have you forgotten your father?

"Lan Lan—"

A man's deep and magnetic call came from his ear. Turning around, Song Lan saw the man resting his head on one hand and said with a smile.

"Do you want to finish the rest of the interview today?"

Song Lan lowered her eyelashes, "I'm not in the mood today... um."

Before she could finish speaking, He Zhaozhi leaned over and kissed her lips.

By the way, she took out something like a manuscript recorder from her bag, panted while kissing, "It's been several days, don't delay any longer, or I'll get angry."

Song Lan was also annoyed by He Zhaozhi's teasing.

She hugged He Zhaozhi's neck softly, buried her small face on the man's chest, and let He Zhaozhi's hot palm move freely behind her waist.

"I have to go to work tomorrow, don't mess around."

"Okay, don't mess around, and make sure you don't mess around until dawn." He Zhaozhi lightly pecked her earlobe and smiled.

He Zhaozhi really restrained himself a little this time, but Song Lan was still too tired to open his eyelids.

He Chaozhi carried her to wash her, Song Lan didn't even open his eyes, kicked him, and fell asleep unconsciously.

(End of this chapter)