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

Chapter 65 What a pity
For a while, the Shen family never visited the door again.

It was rare for Song Lan to have a peaceful life.

Accompanied by Aunt Fu during the day, she read books and drank afternoon tea, and at night waited for He Zhaozhi to come back, had dinner together, watched movies, and kept warm for a while.

At night, the two share the same bed.

For a moment, Song Lan almost thought that she was the mistress of this villa.

But she did not sink.

Thinking of her father who was still on the sickbed, Song Lan actively cooperated with the doctor for treatment, and after a month, she was finally able to walk on the ground.

"Miss Song, you've been injured for a hundred days, and you've only been recuperating for a month before going to work. Are you really alright?"

Aunt Fu helped Song Lan to the porch and handed her the document bag.

Song Lan took it, and the one-month recuperation made her complexion rosy, plump and delicate, like a bright rose watered by blood.

She smiled and took Aunt Fu's hand, telling her not to send it off.

"When I go to the magazine office, I basically sit and work. It's okay if I have bad legs. Don't worry, Aunt Fu. Thank you for your care during this time."

Aunt Fu said slightly sadly, "Then be careful on the road, and come to play often when you have time."

Song Lan nodded, waved goodbye to Aunt Fu, and drove to KEO.

Yesterday, Song Lan told Lin Xiao that she was going back to work at the magazine. Lin Xiao was on a business trip, so he sent Du Qin to meet her.

Song Lan parked the car and entered KEO, and sure enough, she saw Du Qin standing in front of the door looking at her watch.

"Director Du." Song Lan yelled in a neutral tone. The relationship between her and Du Qin has always been normal.

Du Qin raised her head and saw that her eyes were unusually enthusiastic.

Du Qin stepped forward with a smile on her face, and grabbed Song Lan's arm, "Song Lan, you're finally back. You don't know, during your one month of recuperation, everyone thought you were wrong."

Song Lan couldn't stand Du Qin's enthusiasm, she would rather Du Qin was as mean and arrogant as before, and gave herself a cold face.

"...Mr. Du, it's good that you treat me as before."

Du Qin quickly waved her hand, and said, "How can this work? The president has already spoken. You saved so many people in the newspaper office. If it weren't for you, our KEO would have suffered a lot. The president specifically asked me to treat them well." you."

Seeing this, Song Lan no longer insisted.

Du Qin is a fool, Shen Yingxue was fired first, and then sent to prison, the hope of returning to KEO is slim.

Of course she doesn't want to have conflicts with her potential stock, otherwise she won't be able to stay in KEO.

Song Lan walked into her office, followed by Du Qin.

"Song Lan, I think you did a really good job this time, so I have written an article about how you saved everyone, and published it in our monthly journal to let everyone know that our KEO has an excellent and selfless deputy. Director!"

"!?" Song Lan looked at Du Qin with a bloody expression on his face.

If Du Qin wanted to flatter her, it would be too kind.

"No need." Song Lan said with a frown, "I don't want this matter to spread, as long as our newspaper people know about it."

She saved people based on various factors and was not selfless.

"It's too late. The periodical was released yesterday. It is estimated that people who bought the magazine have already seen it." Du Qin said with a smile.

"..."

Song Lan was speechless for a while.

Knowing from Du Qin that her life-saving story was published in a journal, Song Lan had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, Song Zi called.

Song Lan answered, and Song Zi asked coldly and indifferently on the other end of the phone, "Song Lan, aren't you going to explain this mudslide to aunt?"

The nurses in the nursing home bought KEO journals, and Song Zi borrowed them casually and looked through them.

After turning it over, I realized that Song Lan was actually trapped in the mudslide, and it was He Chaozhi who brought people to rescue her.

A lot of photos were taken at the scene, including Song Lan being held in He Chaozhi's arms, and the mudslide was suspended under his feet. The water flow was fast and thrilling.

The more Song Zi looked at it, the more angry she was, she threw the periodical on the table forcefully, growled lowly that she was an idiot, the mud couldn't support the wall, and immediately called Song Lan.

Song Zi seldom contacted her, and every time Song Lan received a call from Song Zi, she felt a little uneasy.

"Auntie, do you know everything?"

Song Lan could tell that the other party's tone was wrong.

Song Zi sneered, her thin fingers gripped the phone tightly.

"Song Lan, Song Lan, how many times have I told you that revenge cannot be kind, and abusing good people will only make your father unable to rest in peace until he dies. This mudslide is clearly a good opportunity, why don't you push He Chaozhi down?" , once he dies, our plan will succeed!"

Song Lan remained silent, but Song Zi became more and more excited.

"The He family has lost its only heir, and there will be chaos. If the white-haired man sends the black-haired man to He's name, he will be in pain—Song Lan, you are so confused, you actually let go of such a good opportunity!"

Her tone was regretful, as if wishing she could be there.

If it were her, she probably would have the guts to push He Chaozhi into the mudslide.

Song Zi's sudden murderous aura made Song Lan uncomfortable.

Song Lan had an upset stomach, resisted the urge to feel nauseous, and said in a low voice, "Auntie, it's not convenient for me to talk at the magazine office. I'm going to the nursing home to find you now. I... have something else to tell you."

Song Zi was silent, and said reluctantly, "Okay, come on."

Half an hour later, Song Lan appeared in front of Song Zi.

Song Zi closed the door of the ward tightly and locked it behind her back. Sitting in front of Song's father's bed, she looked at Song Lan coldly, with a look of hating iron but not steel.

"Song Lan, Auntie worked so hard to bring you up, is this how you repay Auntie? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, Auntie will not be able to forgive you!"

Song Lan looked at Father Song who had been lying there quietly for more than ten years, and sighed silently.

If Dad could open his eyes and hear their conversation, I don't know what he would say to her.

It doesn't matter if he will comfort her, or will he strictly demand that she kill He Zhaozhi like his aunt?

"Speak, your wings are stiff, don't you even listen to what your aunt says?" Song Zi's heartbroken elder tone brought Song Lan back to reality.

"No, aunt. The situation was critical. My hostile colleagues in the company took advantage of the chaos and pushed me. I fell into the mudslide and almost died... That's why."

Song Lan didn't continue, because Song Zi's eyes were already wide open.

She grabbed Song Lan's hand and asked with concern, "I only know that you were trapped on the mountain by the mudslide, but I don't know that you fell into the mudslide, so are you in any serious health?"

Song Lan shook her head lightly, and Song Zi showed a relieved expression.

"I've told you a long time ago that you can't stay in that magazine. The top priority is to get He Chaozhi out of the way. If you hadn't insisted on joining the magazine, how could you have encountered such danger? You just won't listen to my advice."

(End of this chapter)