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

Chapter 79 Doubt
Yongchang food stalls.

Song Lan raised her head and saw the simple signboard at the entrance of the street at a glance.

"...It can't be such a coincidence, can it?"

Originally, Song Lan didn't want to go, but she was so close, she hesitated for a while, and went to the appointment anyway.

Han Ziguo was indeed sitting by the window, and just as he put down his phone, he saw Song Lan's petite figure walking in the cold wind outside the window.

He was startled, thinking that he had read it wrong, and when Song Lan lifted the windproof cloth of the gear and came in front of him, Han Zicheng smiled awkwardly.

"I thought Miss Song wouldn't come, but I didn't expect you to come so soon."

Song Lan was still holding the half bottle of beer she had left, "It's boring to drink alone anyway."

When Han Zicheng saw the wine bottle, he suddenly realized, "It turns out that Ms. Song also has something to worry about, but I didn't expect that Ms. Song, you are usually so... informal."

Looking at Song Lan's disheveled hair, open coat, and bold gesture of carrying the wine bottle, Han Zicheng couldn't help laughing.

Song Lan looked embarrassed, "Are you still drinking, why are you so verbose?"

Han Zicheng hurriedly said, "Drink, drink."

The two of them sat down, and Han Zicheng asked the boss how many signature dishes he would like.

Song Lan put her hands in her pockets and stared blankly at the condensed white mist on the window, "Mr. Han, as the CEO of MC, has countless fortunes. I didn't expect to come to this kind of stall to eat."

Han Zicheng thoughtfully rinsed the chopsticks with hot water and handed them to her, "I usually live a frugal life, and this food stall is close to the company. When I work overtime, this is the only one left open, so I come and go frequently." Yes, I'm used to it."

Han Zicheng was afraid that Song Lan would not like it, so he explained, "Although it looks simple, it tastes good. You can try it."

Looking at Han Zicheng's nervous face, Song Lan couldn't help laughing.

"I don't mean to dislike Mr. Han. To tell you the truth, I usually like food stalls. Although I haven't eaten for a long time, I still like it. It's much more delicious than those high-end restaurants."

No socializing, no apologizing, no deals and benefits... just hot meals.

Every time Song Lan came to these places, his heart seemed to be comforted.

"Don't call me Miss Song one by one. My name is Song Lan. Call me by my name."

Hearing what she said, Han Zicheng heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled sincerely, "Alright Song Xiao...Song Lan, please call me Zicheng."

"Well, Han Zicheng." Song Lan didn't hold back, and called out Han Zicheng's name openly.

The boss served the hot food, and Song Lan hugged the bowl and ate it happily.

Han Zicheng saw that she was eating so happily, the corners of his mouth didn't go down.

"Song Lan, I invite you here because I sincerely want to apologize to you. The matter of Xueqi and Qiaoyi is due to my inability to discipline and my lack of strict control, which made you suffer. I have already suspended them from work and deducted their salary. I hope that we can abandon the past and get back together."

Han Zicheng offered a glass of wine and said sincerely.

Song Lan clinked glasses with him, and said cheerfully, "The MC handled it in a timely manner, and I didn't suffer any big losses. It's fine with your words."

"Then you are willing to forgive me? That's great." Han Zicheng said with a smile, "I like your generous personality very much. If you don't mind, can we be friends?"

"Yes, it is my honor, Song Lan, to be the friend of the president of MC." Song Lan said modestly.

During the meal, Han Zicheng was sincere and enthusiastic, and Song Lan was in a good mood. Both of them were in a good mood.

Song Lan couldn't help drinking a few more glasses, and when she was drunk, Han Zicheng took her out of the food stall and sent her to a taxi.

"Song Lan, can you be alone, or I will take you downstairs?"

"No, no, I can do it myself, Han Zicheng...bye!" Song Lan waved his hand drunkenly, and closed the car door swiftly.

Although she verbally agreed to be friends with Han Zicheng, she was still xenophobic in her heart.

She didn't want Han Zicheng to know where she lived, even if he was a good person.

The night market is not far from the apartment, and it will be there in a while.

Song Lan paid with the last of her rationality, and then climbed out of the taxi. The drunken figure walked crookedly like a zombie.

"Song Lan, you didn't come home so late, did you go to get drunk?"

The man's low and stiff roar came.

Song Lan was taken aback and turned around.

I saw a tall man wearing a black suit and overcoat walking out from the shadow of the tree—isn't this He Chaozhi?

Although Song Lan was drunk, she still remembered that she told He Chaozhi two hours ago not to meet each other, right?
"Why are you here?" Song Lan's brain, which was poisoned by alcohol, turned very slowly, "You don't know, you have been waiting downstairs at my house until now?"

He Chao's anger.

He didn't want to admit it, he took two steps forward and grabbed the woman's wrist, pulling her precarious body into his arms.

"You are still wandering outside alone at such a late hour, your courage is boundless!"

He lowered his head, sniffed the smell of wine on Song Lan's body, and became even angrier, "How much did you drink!"

Song Lan felt guilty, so she simply closed her eyes and didn't look at him, "Not much, just a little."

"You can get so drunk at a little bit, you really—" He Zhaozhi gritted his teeth.

Song Lan originally thought that he was going to scold herself, but he was silent for a while, and suddenly turned into a soft sigh.

"Do you like me that much, so much that you run to buy drunk to numb yourself after you quarreled with me?"

Song Lan: "..."

Men can be really narcissistic.

She pushed He Chaozhi away wordlessly, lest he have more fantasies.

"Okay, I'm home, you can go back, bye."

Song Lan stumbled up the stairs, and He Chaozhi followed him like a shadow. When he opened the door, Song Lan didn't see the threshold under his feet, and he stumbled forward.

"Be careful."

He Zhaozhi wanted to pull her, but was brought down by Song Lan.

A few seconds later, Song Lan lay sprawled on a well-proportioned, elastic male flesh pad.

She touched the soft "carpet" under her body in the dark, expressing deep doubts.

"Hey, when did my carpet become so soft?"

Not sure, touch again.

He Zhaozhi was touched by her several times while he was in the middle of the chaos, and he got up angrily, and grabbed the woman's wrist, "Stop touching, are you a female hooligan?"

Song Lan wowed, "The carpet can talk."

He Zhaozhi gave her a brain collapse, "You wake me up."

This time, the painful Song Lan was completely awake.

After seeing clearly that the thing under her was not a carpet but He Zhaozhi, Song Lan got up silently, walked into the living room, curled up on the sofa and did not move.

He Zhaozhi closed the door and followed in.

The petite woman in the dark suddenly raised her head and asked him, "He Chaozhi, why do you question my ability to work? Am I really a failure?"

He Zhaozhi raised his eyebrows, it has been several hours, why are he still struggling with this issue.

(End of this chapter)