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

Chapter 107 Dating a Wild Man
He Zhaozhi was also busy with socializing these two days, so he didn't ask about Song Lan's affairs. He only knew that the women were too busy to touch the ground, and Shenlong couldn't see the beginning and the end.

After receiving the message, he glanced at it, closed his eyes, and asked the driver to turn around.

"Don't go to Song Lan's apartment anymore, go back to my private villa."

"Yes, sir."

As soon as the driver agreed, Zhou Qu, the co-pilot, handed over his mobile phone.

"Master, sir is calling."

He Zhaozhi lowered his eyes, his deep and bottomless eyes obviously flashed a trace of impatience, he suppressed his temper, and answered the phone.

There is no respect for the father in the words.

"what's up?"

"Why, I can't call you if I have nothing to do?" He Mingchuan's majestic and cold voice came from the phone, making the already cold air even more stagnant.

He Zhaozhi was silent, and replied blankly, "I'll hang up if it's nothing."

"You brat—wait for me!"

He Mingchuan was irritated by a word from him, and he was really angry.

Pressing his chest, he growled, "We haven't seen each other for a few days, I've booked the Lowe Hotel, you can have dinner with me tonight, without you, Aunt Rong, only our father and son."

He Zhaozhi didn't want to go, but He Mingchuan didn't give him a chance to refuse, so he left coldly without saying a word.

"If you don't want me to target your playful pet who can't get on the stage, just obediently get out of here."

He Mingchuan's contemptuous play pet refers to Song Lan.

In his eyes, Song Lan is nothing more than a cat or dog raised by He Zhaozhi, and he can't even look at him rightly.

The phone hung up, and the car body fell into a dead silence again.

He Zhaozhi's face darkened with visible ink, and he gritted his molars twice before he could speak from the gap between his teeth.

"Turn around again and go to Lowe Hotel."

……

Lowe Hotel.

He Mingchuan sat on the main seat with a stern face, looking at He Chaozhi who came late, his eyes were as motionless as a mountain.

"It seems that that woman is really in your favor now. For her, you are willing to listen to me."

He Zhaozhi was about to pull out a chair and sit down, when he heard He Mingchuan's words, he pulled his thin lips absurdly.

got up and left.

He Mingchuan was furious, and asked behind him, "Where are you going, you are not afraid that I will treat her..."

"Go to the bathroom, can't you?" He Chaozhi turned around and gave He Mingchuan a cold look.

Although they are father and son, the cold atmosphere in the box is not as harmonious as that of strangers.

He Mingchuan endured his anger and sat back down again. Seeing that He Chaozhi had left the box, he turned his head and asked the secretary.

"Are you sure the person is next door?"

"Mr. He, don't worry, I watched Song Lan and Han Zicheng enter the box with my own eyes."

"Hmph." He Mingchuan sneered, and the wrinkles on his brows stretched out over the years, "He Chaozhi, this stinky boy, should also taste the taste of defeat, otherwise how would he know the true face of that woman?"

In the box next door.

After Song Lan ordered a few dishes, he received a call from He Xiaoya, saying that something in the journal was wrong.

She handed the menu to Han Zicheng, "You order first, and I'll go out to take a work call."

Han Zicheng was a little worried, "Is it serious, do you need me to help you?"

"No, it's a trivial matter." Song Lan grabbed the phone, opened the door and walked out.

She leaned on the railing of the corridor to answer the phone, and whispered to He Xiaoya to revise the contents of the journal.

A gust of wind blew past behind him, the smell of the man's body, like cold snow and mint, rolled over the tip of his nose, and a deep sound came from the top of her head, blowing over her eardrums.

"Song Lan? Why are you here?"

Song Lan was taken aback for a moment, then looked back.

I saw He Zhaozhi standing behind him.

His eyebrows were condensed, and his mood was visibly irritable.

Because seeing him, he was still a little surprised, which diluted the depression.

"I'm here to have dinner with my friends." Song Lan put down her phone, and was also surprised that He Chaozhi was in the same hotel as herself.

Just as He Zhaozhi was about to say something, the door of the box opened, and Han Zicheng walked out.

He took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and said in a gentle and jade-like way, "Song Lan, have you finished answering the phone? I ordered a few crabs. I'm afraid you'll be annoyed. I'll help you peel them off. Eat hot—"

Han Zicheng raised his head, and was stunned when his pale eyes touched He Chaozhi's figure. The smile on his face faded, "He Chaozhi?"

"Han Zicheng?" He Chaozhi frowned.

He suddenly realized something, and grabbed Song Lan violently, causing Song Lan's wrist to hurt.

"You said you have something to do, just come out to have dinner with Han Zicheng?"

Song Lan covered her wrist in pain, and frowned at him.

"He Zhaozhi, what's wrong with going out to have dinner with friends?"

Before He Zhaozhi could speak, He Mingchuan came out from the next room.

His eyes behind the lenses were dark as night, with hints of sarcasm and condescension.

"Chaozhi, you are a smart child. This woman has left you and the man here alone. She is clearly on a date, not for dinner. Don't be fooled by her."

He Zhaozhi didn't want to listen to He Mingchuan's words, but he couldn't stop looking at Han Zicheng's hands covered in crab meat.

What kind of ordinary friend would be close enough to write for Song Lan?
If he doesn't come again, isn't Han Zicheng going to feed Song Lan himself?

He Zhaozhi said with a cold face, "This is a matter between me and Song Lan, don't worry about it!"

He grabbed Song Lan's hand and walked towards the door, "Follow me!"

"He Chaozhi, why are you so nervous!"

Song Lan was pulled so hard that he almost fell down.

She and Han Zicheng went out to have a meal, met He Zhaozhi and got angry for no reason, and was ridiculed by He Mingchuan for what it was - a date?
She was insane to date Han Zicheng under He Chaozhi's nose! ?

"He Zhaozhi, let me go, let go!"

Song Lan's stubbornness also came up.

She struggled to break away from He Chaozhi's hand, and strode back to Han Zicheng with a slight breath.

A slight blush of annoyance leaked out from her fair and jade-like cheeks.

"Sorry Zicheng, I made you laugh, I..."

"You call him Zicheng?" He Chaozhi's eyes sank like a sea.

With a sneer, he pinched Song Lan's jaw and dragged the woman to the corner.

Seeing this scene, Han Zicheng rushed up to stop him, "He Chaozhi, what are you doing!"

"I'm talking to my girlfriend, it's not your turn to intervene, get out!"

He Zhaozhi's thin lips flicked lightly, and the words he spit out became sharper and thinner each time.

He didn't care what Han Zicheng thought of him or what He Mingchuan's expression was.

He grabbed Song Lan and threw him into an empty box, and locked the door with his backhand.

"Say, why did you date Han Zicheng behind my back, Song Lan, have you forgotten who you are!?"

Song Lan supported the corner of the table and panted lightly.

She raised her head and looked incomprehensibly at the angry man with scarlet eyes in front of her.

"What is a date with Han Zicheng? He helped me, and I invited him to dinner to thank him. Why do you and your father and son say that we are working together!?"

(End of this chapter)