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

Chapter 62 Live in the He Family
Song Lan, who had just woken up, had clear eyes and looked at He Chaozhi helplessly.

"Can you stop training me first, I'm hungry."

She stayed in the cave for two days and three nights, eating only a small piece of bread and half a piece of chocolate.

Got caught in the mudslide again.

His entire stomach was empty, his limbs were limp, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

He Zhaozhi said coldly, "I should starve you, let you have a better memory, and save yourself from being a good person in the future."

He got up indifferently, opened a can of porridge in an insulated box, stirred it repeatedly with a snow-white porcelain bowl and a spoon, and fed it to Song Lan's lips when the temperature stopped burning his mouth.

"Like that wolf-hearted Shen Yingxue, she should be left there to fend for herself. Why save her?"

Song Lan was helpless again.

She didn't want to save people, her desire for survival was stronger than anyone else's.

But she also understands that she is in charge of this department trip.

If a colleague died, Lin Xiao would definitely push the blame and take full responsibility for her. By then, her career would be ruined, and she would not even have the chance to avenge her father.

She can't bet.

Song Lan took a sip of the porridge, "It's still hot."

He Zhaozhi flicked her forehead with his fingers, and said coldly, "You are the only one who is delicate."

Song Lan pouted.

If you feed the porridge, you should feed the porridge well, why is there a penalty.

This man is really narrow-minded.

After drinking half a bowl of porridge, Song Lan's body temperature finally rose.

He Chaozhi put the porridge back first after he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he couldn't eat too much.

"Where's Shen Yingxue, is she okay?" Song Lan asked with a frown.

If something happened to Shen Yingxue, the Shen family would make trouble for her.

"Are you still in the mood to ask her?" Speaking of Shen Yingxue, He Chaozhi made no effort to hide the boredom and disgust on his face.

"Of course it's where she should go. You don't have to worry, the Shen family can't hurt you."

Song Lan froze for a moment.

This place to go, refers to the Shen family?

It's audible tone, why doesn't it sound like that.

Just when she was distracted, the doctor came.

The doctor checked her internal organs with a stethoscope, got up and said, "The rescue is still timely, and the organs are not damaged, but the fracture of the leg bone is not serious. You should rest for a while during this period."

"Thank you doctor, but I still have to work." Song Lan really missed the magazine.

She was afraid that Lin Xiao and Du Qin would do something wrong while she was away from the magazine.

"You are so injured, why do you still have to work? The doctor told you to take care of it." He Zhaozhi opened his mouth in displeasure.

"But--"

Song Lan still wanted to argue with reason, but seeing He Chaozhi's majestic dark eyes, she dismissed the idea, "...then let's keep it first."

Seeing that the woman was still obedient, a slight smile appeared in He Zhaozhi's eyes.

He asked the doctor to go out first, and sat beside Song Lan's bed, with his slender legs crossed, as if he was in charge of his own affairs.

"Your apartment is too small, and you don't have a nanny yet. It's easy to bump into yourself. During the recovery period, stay in my villa first, and I'll ask someone to pack your luggage for you later."

"Live in your villa?" Song Lan froze for a moment.

Her weak and quiet black eyes were in a trance for a while, and her palms curled up.

If she lives in He Zhaozhi's private villa, will her revenge plan be one step closer?

Aunty knows, she must be very happy too, right?
"What's the matter, don't you want to?" He Zhaozhi looked at Song Lan's white calf covered with bandages, and his thin lips curled into a sarcastic smile.

"With your limping appearance, how can you still take care of yourself? I'm afraid that if you make a mistake, you will send yourself to the hospital, and you will have to amputate next time."

Song Lan: "..."

If you can't speak, don't speak!
She lowered her eyes, recalled Song Zi's teaching, and said softly.

"As long as Young Master He doesn't dislike me, it's fine. Young Master He is willing to accept me as a patient. Of course, I am grateful to Young Master He."

"It's quite interesting." He Zhaozhi raised his lips, and quickly curbed his lips.

Two days later, Song Lan was discharged from the hospital.

He Zhaozhi walked in with a woman in her fifties. The woman had a gentle smile, and as soon as she entered, she quickly packed up the things in the ward.

Song Lan was taken aback for a moment, and He Chaozhi explained, "This is the nanny of the He family. She raised me up. You can call her Aunt Fu."

Song Lan called Aunt Fu in a low voice, and Aunt Fu hurriedly turned her head and said, "You are the young master's girlfriend, right? You are so beautiful, and you really match the young master. Miss Song can rest assured of her illness in the future, and I will take good care of you."

"Then I will trouble you." Song Lan nodded slightly and smiled.

It is indeed difficult for her to recuperate because of her inconvenient legs and feet.

With Aunt Fu, there is no need to worry about bumps and bumps.

Aunt Fu packed up her things and loaded them into the car.

He Zhaozhi picked up Song Lan and got into the car. The two left the hospital and came to He Chaozhi's private villa.

Aunt Fu quickly took out the folding wheelchair and said to Song Lan, "Miss Song, sit up, and I will push you in."

It was not the first time for Song Lan to come to He Chaozhi's villa, but it was also the first time for her to come in a wheelchair, so she couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

He Zhaozhi watched playfully from the side, walked over and said, "Let me do it, she is afraid of strangers."

Aunt Fu stepped aside quickly.

He Zhaozhi took the wheelchair himself and pushed Song Lan in.

Song Lan said in a low voice, "The wheelchair has armrests, so I can do it myself."

He Zhaozhi didn't say anything, but directly covered the woman's slightly cold fingertips, suppressed her strength forcefully, and pushed her into the villa.

In the villa, the guest room for Song Lan has already been prepared.

Light and elegant, very tasteful.

Song Lan naturally didn't have to pick He Chaozhi's taste, but she was in a trance when she walked into the guest bedroom.

Unexpectedly, she would still live in He Zhaozhi's house one day.

It's really a long time to live, and everything can come across.

Now that I have moved in, the plan is about to start the next step.

"How about it? Do you like it? The wallpaper and curtains are specially changed for you." He Zhaozhi smiled with downcast eyes.

He has always been generous with women.

Song Lan stared at the expensive silk curtains for a long time, then nodded slightly.

"like."

……

After Song Lan was settled, He Chaozhi handed Song Lan over to Aunt Fu.

Before going out, she repeatedly told Aunt Fu to take good care of Song Lan before leaving for the company.

After He Zhaozhi left, Aunt Fu said, "Miss Song, I'm going to hang the clothes upstairs, you can rest in your room for a while."

Seeing Song Lan nodding, she left.

Song Lan was wandering around in the villa by herself, and after a while she heard a knock on the door, she called out, "Aunt Fu, someone is here and wants to open the door, Aunt Fu?"

Aunt Fu was probably on the top floor and didn't hear Song Lan's call.

Afraid of some important guests, Song Lan rowed out with a wheelchair.

He Zhaozhi was afraid that her wheelchair would be inconvenient, so he arranged her guest room on the first floor.

When they came to the entrance, Song Lan was sitting in a wheelchair, unable to see the face of the visitor on the call screen, she stretched out her hand and opened the door, "Excuse me, are you..."

(End of this chapter)