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

Chapter 113 Trap
After simply taking the medicine, Han Zicheng went to work again.

After get off work in the evening, Han Zicheng came to Song Lan's new office and invited her to have dinner with her after get off work.

Song Lan was still busy with the matter at hand: "No, next time."

Han Zicheng stood in front of the door and refused to leave, his voice was very measured, neither heavy nor light: "Don't get me wrong, this time I mainly want to apologize for Joey hurting you last time, even though Joey is the business owner of Offi Magazine Spy, but it's because our MC didn't find out about the recruitment that you were hurt. He Xiaoya and Xueqi will be together, not just the two of us."

Song Lan thought about how not long ago, she and Han Zicheng had a meal alone, and they were taken together for a photo and caught him.

If both He Xiaoya and Fang Xueqi were there...she would indeed have no excuse to shirk.

"Alright then." Song Lan closed the computer and agreed.

Four people came to a hotel for dinner.

During the meal, Song Lan sat next to Han Zicheng, and Han Zicheng took care of him very thoughtfully and appropriately.

Even the bowls and chopsticks were ironed by Han Zicheng himself, as well as small things such as pouring juice and placing tablecloths...

Song Lan has been independent since she was a child, and followed He Chaozhi, who was not so careful.

Not to mention condescending to do such trivial things for women.

So Han Zicheng's actions made it difficult for Song Lan to adapt.

"Well, Zicheng...you don't have to be so nice to me. I can do such small things myself."

Last time, it was because Han Zicheng helped her peel the crabs with his own hands, which made He Chaozhi jealous and angry.

Han Zicheng was stunned for a moment, and smiled with his warm and jade-like pale eyes: "It's all a matter of little effort, I'm used to taking care of the people around me, so don't take it to heart."

Song Lan had no choice but to pretend that she was thinking too much.

Halfway through the meal, Fang Xueqi rushed out the door and clapped her hands: "Are you ready? Come in."

Song Lan raised her head and saw a waiter pushing a trolley and walking in.

On the cart was an eight-inch delicate cream cake.

Fang Xueqi looked at Song Lan, lifted her chin, and said with a smile: "Song Lan, my cousin specially ordered this for you, you should try it soon, it's delicious, the western pastry in this hotel is a must, Cousin, are you right?"

Han Zicheng didn't expect Fang Xueqi to prepare a cake, so he was taken aback.

At this point, Song Lan had already seen the situation clearly.

...It turned out that Fang Xueqi's sudden overtures to her, including tonight's dinner, were all to match herself and Han Zicheng.

Song Lan pulled her lips lightly, she gracefully tucked the corners of her mouth with a tissue, put down her chopsticks, and looked at Han Zicheng and Fang Xueqi with calm eyes like snow.

"Mr. Han, Ms. Fang, I don't know what you misunderstood, but I'm sorry, I already have a boyfriend. Thank you Mr. Han for your appreciation, but we can only be friends."

"..." I didn't expect Song Lan to refuse so directly, Fang Xueqi's smile froze on her face.

The box was quiet for a while, only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Han Zicheng lowered his eyes, while hiding the embarrassment and loss in his eyes, he smiled and smoothed things over: "Xueqi, don't get us wrong, Song Lan and I are just friends. Song Lan, Xueqi just wanted to give you this cake to welcome you. You don't have to be cautious."

Song Lan's tight thin shoulders instantly relaxed.

"That's great, thank you Mr. Han, Miss Fang."

Song Lan talked to Mr. Han one by one, and stopped calling him Zicheng, which disappointed Han Zicheng a little.

The originally harmonious atmosphere became inexplicably depressed because of the appearance of this cake.

Fang Xueqi lowered her head and pounded the food in her bowl, the corner of her mouth was drawn to the Pacific Ocean.

Who is she, Song Lan, who dares to refuse her overtures and courtship with her cousin?
absurd!

The more Fang Xueqi thought about it, the angrier she became, and her thoughts went to another extreme uncontrollably——

Since Song Lan doesn't accept it, she can simply cook the rice with raw rice. At that time, if she doesn't want to accept it, she has to accept it!

Fang Xueqi raised the corners of her mouth viciously.

……

After working in MC for a few days, Song Lan benefited a lot.

A big company deserves to be a big company. Song Lan recorded all the ideas she learned in her small notebook. When her father woke up and she took back the KEO, she could work with her father to run the Song family's newspaper again. Run bigger and better than ever!
Song Lan was in a good mood. When she got off work, Fang Xueqi pulled everyone to go to KTV together: "Song Lan, why don't you go too?"

Song Lan was busy learning more things in the limited time, and declined politely: "No, I won't go, you guys play."

Fang Xueqi's face darkened slightly.

He Xiaoya walked over, and the people in MC treated her very well and were not exclusive at all, so in just three or two days, He Xiaoya got along better with the people here than KEO's colleagues.

"Sister Lan, let's go together, I want to go too, just take it as a way to relax, okay?"

Song Lan wanted to refuse again, but He Xiaoya's clingy personality dragged Song Lan away.

Inside the box.

He Xiaoya was singing karaoke excitedly with her colleagues, while Song Lan sat in the corner with her eyes closed, thinking about how to innovate next month's KEO journal.

Taking advantage of her inattention, Fang Xueqi quietly sprinkled a pack of white powder into her cocktail glass, stirred it evenly, and showed a smirk of success in her eyes.

"See how you hide this time, Song Lan, accept your fate, it's not bad to be my cousin, don't thank me then."

When Song Lan opened her eyes, Fang Xueqi just finished stirring and ran away.

The powdered wine was as clear and clear as ever, Song Lan didn't notice any changes, and was about to pick it up to take a sip, when He Xiaoya came over sweating profusely after singing.

"Sister Lan, why don't you go up and sing?"

Song Lan put down her glass: "I won't, my throat has been inflamed for the past two days and I feel uncomfortable."

"That's such a pity, Sister Lan, you have such a good voice, you will definitely be able to sing them down." He Xiaoya sang thirsty, saw that Song Lan's wine glass was still full, and said with a smile: "Sister Lan, Can I drink this wine, I'm done drinking and I'm too lazy to pour it down."

"It's okay, let's drink." Song Lan said softly.

He Xiaoya said thank you, drank the wine with a few or two words, and wiped her mouth: "Why do I think this wine tastes weird and a bit bitter?"

Song Lan said casually: "Maybe the alcohol concentration is too high, drink less, so as not to get drunk."

"Understood, Sister Lan." He Xiaoya rested for a while, and went to sing again.

Fang Xueqi took the medicine and ran outside the door, but did not see He Xiaoya drinking the glass of wine.

She secretly called Han Zicheng: "Cousin, I did you a big favor, don't thank me too much when you turn around. I just gave Song Lan the medicine, and she is going to have an attack in a while, the room number is 3015, do you remember?" Go, don't let others succeed!"

After hanging up the phone, Fang Xueqi ran back to the box, took out a room card and gave it to Song Lan.

"Song Lan, I remember that you are not in good health. I am tired of bringing you here to sing. There is a hotel above this KTV. You should go up and rest for a while. After He Xiaoya has enjoyed singing, you can come down again." Take her home."

(End of this chapter)