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

Chapter 122 Song Lan's Family History

He Zhaozhi's eyes were heavy, he suddenly hugged Song Lan into his arms, pressed his thin lips on her snow-white shoulders, and bit down hard.

Song Lan's pupils shrank slightly, gasped in pain, and pushed He Chaozhi away with her soft hands.

"He Zhaozhi, you are crazy, are you a dog?"

He Zhaozhi smiled lightly, and said with a bit of anger in his words: "Song Lan, you dislike me so much, why don't you allow me to bite you?"

Song Lan: "I don't dislike you..."

He Zhaozhi turned his head coldly, as if unwilling to continue this topic.

He picked up the scattered suits and put them on one by one, with his tall figure always facing Song Lan.

"I'll be busy for a while, so I don't have time to see you. Take good care of yourself."

Song Lan fell under the quilt, hummed feebly, her mouthpiece tightened.

She wasn't sure if He Zhaozhi was angry because she didn't want to have a child.

But she didn't have the energy to explain.

From the moment she embarked on this path, it meant that there was no room for her to turn back.

As the door opened and closed, the man left.

In the quiet room, the woman curled up into a ball, silently.

In the next period of time, He Zhaozhi did not appear again.

Song Lan only heard from various channels how he opened up his business territory, or how he had a dinner party.

He Zhaozhi didn't look for her, and she didn't look for He Chaozhi either.

She came to the nursing home alone, taking advantage of this free time to concentrate on taking care of Father Song.

Until one day, Jiang Yurong called.

"Song Lan, I wonder if you have time to meet now?"

Song Lan glanced at Father Song, who was lying quietly on the hospital bed, who did not respond, and hummed lightly.

"I'll go find you."

Half an hour later, the two met in a classical teahouse.

Jiang Yurong was wearing an emerald green cheongsam and a smoky gray shawl, which gave her a refined, gentle and moving temperament.

Seeing Song Lan, she behaved modestly and warmly, no different from before.

"Aunt Rong, you came to see me, did Chaozhi's father send you a message?"

Jiang Yurong froze for a moment, then smiled slightly, her dimples clear and shallow.

"No, don't get me wrong, I just heard that you offended Chaozhi's father and were dismissed from your job. The situation is not very good, so—"

Jiang Yurong paused, and quickly explained softly: "Don't worry, I definitely didn't come to see your jokes, I just wanted to ask you, do you need my help?"

"Help?" Song Lan finally raised her cold eyes, and her voice was low.

"I promised you before that as long as you coax Chaozhi home for dinner and meet his father, I will help you enter the He family. My promise will never change. I see that you also need my help now "Jiang Yurong said earnestly, flicking the jade bracelet on her wrist.

The expensive jadeite bracelet exudes a lustrous luster on her snow-like skin. It flickers and flashes, and one can guess at a glance that she has a noble status.

Song Lan looked away without a trace, and suddenly understood why Jiang Yurong abandoned the Song family and went to the He family.

Staying in the Song family, although she will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life, she will never be able to give her those extravagant possessions of glory and wealth.

Song Lan picked up the teacup, covering the lazy smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Aunt Rong was joking, even with your help, isn't Uncle He the one who finally decides whether I can enter the He family? Uncle He won't let me in, so can I force my way in?"

"Song Lan, don't be discouraged..."

"Aunt Rong." Song Lan suddenly put down the teacup, interrupting Jiang Yurong's words with a moderate sound.

Song Lan squinted her beautiful eyes, and once again looked carefully at the pampered and innocent lady in front of her.

"Do you know the difference between me and those daughters? I have good looks and talent, but I am poor in family background. Their fathers are either in business or politics, but my father is lying in the hospital and has to use high The amount of medical expenses to maintain life, otherwise... I will lose the only relative in this world."

Song Lan's voice was like smoke and mist, so light that it made people feel sad.

"So based on this alone, I will never be able to get Uncle He to recognize me. Aunt Rong thinks, how can you help me?"

Jiang Yurong was silent.

When she chatted with Song Lan last time, she heard that she had no mother and her only father was seriously ill and comatose.

What a poor kid.

Jiang Yurong sighed in her heart, feeling a little heartache for no reason.

Jiang Yurong smiled helplessly and said, "It's my fault for bringing up your sadness, Song Lan, let's not talk about this for now, I just came to see you today, and I feel relieved to see that you are fine."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Jiang Yurong left the teahouse in a complicated mood and returned to He's house.

He Mingchuan was reading the newspaper on the sofa. Seeing Jiang Yurong come back, he shook the newspaper without looking up: "You're back? Have you visited Song Lan?"

Jiang Yurong paused for closing the door.

This is the case with He Mingchuan. Even if he is not as obsessed with her in the past two years, he will still let people spy on her whereabouts.

Jiang Yurong sighed silently, squeezed out a smiling face, took off her shawl and put it on her forearm, and came to the living room with her waist slim.

"Well, I wanted to see what that kid Song Lan was doing, so I went to visit."

"What can she do, she is just waiting to die." He Mingchuan snorted coldly.

Jiang Yurong consciously went around behind him, stretched out her slender hands, helped him squeeze his shoulders and beat his back.

"Famous legend, in fact, Song Lan's child is also very pitiful. She has no mother, and her father is also seriously ill. She can only live in a nursing home to continue her life. She can support herself for so many years. I think she may be a good and tough child. Not as shrewd as you think..."

"What are you talking about, she has a seriously ill father who lives in a nursing home?"

He Mingchuan didn't listen to Jiang Yurong's words at all, but asked seriously: "Are you sure?"

Jiang Yurong just said it inadvertently, not wanting He Mingchuan to care so much, her face paled: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"...It's nothing, I have something else to do, you can eat dinner by yourself."

He Mingchuan didn't say anything, put away the newspaper, put on a suit jacket, and hurriedly left He's house.

Leaving Jiang Yurong looking up, hopelessly watching his departure.

After getting in the car, He Mingchuan ordered his secretary with a gloomy face, "Go and check Song Lan's family background."

Secretary: "Mr. He, didn't you say that it's impossible for that woman to enter the He family, so there's no need to investigate?"

"It's different now." He Mingchuan breathed heavily, and he didn't know where to look with his cloudy eagle eyes.

"I have a very doubtful thing that must be confirmed."

……

After spending a few days with her father, Song Lan returned to the apartment to pack up and prepare for work.

She had just come out of the shower and put on her business attire when she heard someone banging on the door of the house.

Song Lan raised her slender eyebrows and walked to the door cautiously: "Who?"

The apartment she lives in is in the old town, and there is no video doorbell installed.

The rumbling knock on the door was like thunder, which made people panic.

(End of this chapter)