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

Chapter 98
Song Zi paused, her voice full of unconcealable joy.

"Really, are you in the He family now?"

"Yes, although He Mingchuan didn't want to, but I tried some tricks and finally managed to enter the He family." Song Lan said quietly.

She originally thought that if she lived in the He family, she would be overly excited or nervous.

Unexpectedly, it was surprisingly calm.

It turned out that the He family was nothing more than that, and it was not difficult to enter the He family.

No wonder Jiang Yurong left her young daughter and husband to come here.

You can become a noble lady without any effort, which woman can't be tempted?
Thinking of her biological mother being such a ruthless and shallow person, Song Lan felt ridiculous and disgusted.

Ever since she was slapped by Song Zi last time, she has no mercy for Jiang Yurong.

"Great, Lanlan, Auntie knows you are the best. You have been the best in every subject since you were a child, and you have never been disappointed. Now that you have entered the He family, our plan is half completed, and the next step is up to you." That's right, you must try your best to get revenge on the He family, Auntie is waiting for your good news, you know?"

Song Zi's smiling voice came from between her teeth.

The resentment accumulated for more than ten years finally burst out with a smile at this moment.

"I will, Auntie—"

Before he finished speaking, the door behind him was suddenly opened.

Song Lan was startled, turned around suddenly, pinched the phone in her hand, and hid behind her back.

"He Zhaozhi?"

Seeing the person who appeared suddenly, Song Lan was even more thankful for her timely response.

If he was one step later, He Chaozhi would have heard the conspiracy between himself and his aunt on the phone.

"What's wrong with you, who are you talking on the phone, so nervous?"

He Zhaozhi's eyes flicked over the woman's temples, and his snow-white forehead was soaked with cold sweat at some point.

Song Lan looked down at the phone, tapped twice with her fingertips, quickly deleted the call records with Song Zi, and then said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, it's just some internal information of the magazine, I thought someone else came in, and I'm afraid it will be leaked. "

He Zhaozhi didn't doubt Song Lan, Song Lan was a very thoughtful woman, and she was originally a woman who was hard to guess.

Because of the mystery of her body, He Chaozhi, who was seduced, got deeper and deeper, and gradually promoted her status from a bed partner to a real girlfriend who lives in the He family.

"What's the matter with you, tell me?"

After adjusting her emotions, Song Lan became indifferent again.

Her legs were crossed, her thin body was lightly leaning against the armrest of the sofa, and her overly cold eyebrows and eyes gave off an indescribable taste.

He Zhaozhi knew that this was a sign of Song Lan's unhappiness, so he took the initiative to step forward, his thin lips curled up slightly, and he leaned over to hold her snow-white onion fingers.

"I'm here to apologize to you. It's true that I was too anxious just now. I said bad things and doubted you. Don't take it to heart."

Song Lan glanced at He Zhaozhi lightly, "Do you really think you are wrong?

He Zhaozhi smiled, sat down and hugged her into his arms, sniffed the faint fragrance in her hair and said, "Otherwise, who else have I been so condescending to in my life? Song Lan, you are the first indivual."

Song Lan hooked her lips, the smile didn't reach her eyes.

She is indeed the first, but not necessarily the last.

Now He Zhaozhi values ​​her non-sticky personality and likes her body, so he praises her highly.

But every time he talked about love, Song Lan would only become more sober.

Those love words are like knives, the more lingering, the more painful it is to cut someone.

Song Lan is not a character who will be proud of being favored.

She put her arms around He Chaozhi's neck, He Chaozhi gave her the steps, and she went down the steps.

Song Lan shot He Zhaozhi a look, "Then don't yell at me anymore, it's too scary, I thought you were going to throw me out of the He family just now."

"How come, you are the person I brought, so you have to live here with peace of mind, without my order, no one can drive you away." He Zhaozhi hooked the bow tie behind her with his fingertips, The deep eyes are not lustful, but they are extremely charming.

Song Lan bit her lip, noticed He Chaozhi's fingertips walking on her back, and instantly understood what He Chaozhi was planning to do.

"It's still daytime..."

"No one will disturb, no one is so blind to see." He Chaozhi pulled off his tie impatiently, and threw it on the dressing mirror next to Song Lan's bed.

He hugged Song Lan to the bed, obviously he couldn't wait until night.

Song Lan is busy with work these days, and he has a lot of entertainment.

Both of them are not good enough, apart from each other, they can't find another person who is more suitable.

It has been dragged on abruptly until now.

As soon as the body is wrapped around, there is a tendency to start a prairie fire out of control.

He Zhaozhi pinched Song Lan's chin and was about to kiss him when there was a knock on the door.

"Song Lan, stay inside. I've cut some fruit and brought it to you. I opened the door."

It was Jiang Yurong's voice.

He Chaozhi clicked his tongue, suppressed his irritability, picked up Song Lan, stuffed it into the quilt, and quickly adjusted the skirt of his clothes, just before Jiang Yurong opened the door.

Jiang Yurong came in with the fruit, looked at the two people inside, and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

He Zhaozhi stood stiffly by the bed, his suit was too straight, Song Lan was buried under the quilt, only his eyes were exposed, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Jiang Yurong put the fruit on the bedside, and said empathetically, "Song Lan, are you sick? Why did you fall asleep?"

Before Song Lan could make a sound, He Chaozhi said in a cold and deep voice, "She has a habit of taking a nap in the afternoon, Aunt Rong, if you have nothing to do, put down the fruit and go out. I have something to tell her."

"Oh, let's talk slowly."

In fact, Jiang Yurong wanted to talk to Song Lan, but seeing He Chaozhi here, she could only leave disappointed.

Song Lan sat on the bed, quietly watching Jiang Yurong's back as she closed the door and left. Thinking of He Zhaozhi's tone of voice to her just now as if he was calling a maid, he was inexplicably blocked.

"He Zhaozhi, your stepmother, Aunt Rong... seems to be in a normal situation in the He family. Doesn't your father love her?"

He Chaozhi's interest was interrupted by Jiang Yurong, who happened to have a meeting in the company later, so he spared Song Lan for the time being.

Hearing her mention Jiang Yurong, she said lazily and didn't care much, "After all, she is He Mingchuan's second fiancée who came in, and she has a lot of dignity. Outside, she is the high-ranking Mrs. He. But The old man loves the new and dislikes the old, and has lost his sense of freshness to her. The past few years have been lukewarm, but the old man may not be able to toss about for a few more years. As long as Jiang Yurong is well-behaved and sensible, he can still keep his position."

"By the way, why did you think of asking her?" He Chaozhi raised his eyebrows, as if he was dissatisfied that Song Lan cared about Jiang Yurong but didn't care about himself.

"It's okay, I'm just curious." Song Lan mumbled.

In the afternoon, He Zhaozhi went to the company, and Song Lan also went to KEO to continue working.

(End of this chapter)