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

Chapter 135
Song Lan froze, raised her head, and saw that Dr. Zhang, who was always kind and kind to her in the past, was looking at her with a strange look at this moment.

It's not as gentle as it used to be.

Song Lan suddenly understood something, raised the corners of her mouth, and smiled stiffly.

"I understand, Doctor Zhang."

"Then you go on." Dr. Zhang patted her on the shoulder and left.

Song Lan lowered her eyebrows, found a chair and sat down, quietly watching the nursing home.

Dad has lived here for more than ten years, and my aunt also works here.

For Song Lan, a nursing home is like a second home.

Unexpectedly, when the expenses were not enough, they would still mercilessly sweep their father and daughter out of the house.

It's truly a blessing, and misfortunes never come singly.

Song Lan walked into the night, bought a can of beer and drank while walking, instead of going home, wandered to the bakery where she was working.

"Song Lan, why are you here? It's so late, aren't you going home?"

Just when the bakery closed, the colleague on the night shift walked over while locking the door.

The colleague dyed her hair blonde, put on lip nails, and changed into a hot suspender dress, looking like she was going to a nightclub.

Song Lan didn't know her well at ordinary times, so she held the beer can tightly and hid behind her back, her voice was vague and low: "I'm going home now."

"I'm going back now? I'm going to ask you to go to the bar together." The colleague had a cheerful personality, smiled and was about to leave.

Song Lan hesitated for a while, thinking of her father who was still waiting for her money in the nursing home, she trot forward and grabbed him by the sleeve.

"Song Lan, what's wrong?" The colleague didn't understand why.

Song Lan took a deep breath.

Her past friends were all from the time of the magazine, and knowing that she had offended the He family, they refused to associate with her anymore.

The colleague in front of him seems to be having fun, and knows a lot of people. Maybe there is a way to make money.

"I want to ask, do you know any way to make money, the sooner the better?"

In the cold winter night, Song Lan's heart was beating like thunder, and there was a quick beat.

The colleague gave her a subtle look: "You...can do anything?"

"Can do anything!"

The colleague rolled his mouth, looked at the beer can hidden behind her, and raised his chin: "How much can you drink at most?"

……

In the dimly lit backstage box, a colleague pushed Song Lan in front of a woman in her 30s with heavy makeup, and said with a smile: "Sister Ping, look what I brought for you, her father needs life-saving money in the hospital and wants to come here earn money."

The eyes of the woman called Sister Ping lit up when she saw Song Lan.

She took out the half-smoked cigarette in her mouth, got up and looked around Song Lan.

Song Lan was a little uncomfortable being watched by her, her body was stiff and straight, and she was slapped hard by Sister Ping.

"It's really good looking, but it's too upright. Let me teach you. If you really want to make money, you can twist it for me."

As Sister Ping spoke, she spit out the circles under her eyes, and pointed casually: "It's just right, the 409vip box will deliver wine, change clothes, you can deliver it, and how much wine you can persuade the guests to buy depends on your ability."

Song Lan's long eyelashes drooped like fragile butterfly wings.

She is not a young lady who does not stick to the sun, she knows what to do when she comes to this kind of place.

She would do anything to keep her father alive.

Cleverly changing into the revealing waiter uniform of the nightclub, Song Lan, led by Sister Ping, brought foreign wine to the door of the largest box in 409.

Sister Ping opened the door and pushed Song Lan in: "Are you young masters having fun? This is our newcomer here. Let her serve you wine!"

"Come here, Young Master He, I'll pour you wine myself." Sister Ping twisted her waist and came to the man sitting in the middle.

He Shao——

These two words hit Song Lan's body like a hammer.

Song Lan felt that a bunch of gloomy eyes swept him from the inside out.

He Zhaozhi sat in the center silently, with two black shirt collars slightly open, exposing his cold white collarbone.

His expression was stern, and no one except Sister Ping dared to approach him with his sleepy expression.

Sister Ping was also trying to make money, so she bit the bullet and joined in.

In the whole Ye City, everyone didn't know that Young Master He's temperament was volatile, cloudy and sunny, and if he violated Young Master He's taboo, he could wait to die.

Sister Ping carefully filled He Chaozhi's wine, waved to Song Lan and said, "Go and pour wine for the other young masters."

Song Lan lowered her eyebrows, opened the foreign wine calmly and neatly, bent down and poured it into the cups of He Zhaozhi's group of cronies.

He Zhaozhi's group of cronies are not vegetarians either, they all know Song Lan, and they also know that Song Lan is not afraid of death, throwing He Chaozhi's face at the wedding broadcast live throughout the city.

One of them, Pei Yang, planned to make his own way and vent his anger on He Chaozhi.

When Song Lan was pouring the wine, Pei Yang kicked the table, the glass shook, and half of the glass of wine spilled out.

Song Lan clapped his hands, and Pei Yang yelled, "How did you do it? Can you pour wine? Do you know how expensive this wine is? You can't afford it even if you work for a year!"

When Song Lan followed He Chaozhi in the past, she always looked quiet and glamorous, and ignored them, He Chaozhi's friends.

Now that we have the opportunity to see the beauty in distress, everyone is willing to join in the fun.

Anyway, Song Lan is already "notorious" in Night City now.

Song Lan lowered her eyes and stared at the spilled wine indifferently. She apologized in a low voice and wanted to wipe it off with a rag.

Pei Yang said maliciously: "Who allowed you to wipe it with your hands, just wipe it with your clothes until it's clean!"

The uniform of the nightclub was exposed, and there were not many pieces of fabric on the whole body.

Song Lan was forced to bend her knees, and wiped off the wine with her sleeves little by little.

The so-called dignity is nothing at all under the fear that his father will be kicked out of the nursing home.

The white thighs below the waist are looming under the skirt, very attractive.

Pei Yang couldn't help but tugged at the bow tie dryly, muttering, "Anyway, Young Master He doesn't want this woman anymore, or I'll take it..."

"This is the newcomer to your nightclub? It's called Song Lan, right? Get over here."

A man's cold and serious voice came from the side.

Terrified, Pei Yang suddenly withdrew his hands restlessly.

He raised his head and saw He Zhaozhi staring straight at him, his eyes were dark, and Pei Yang could see that he was covered in cold sweat.

Song Lan walked in front of He Chaozhi with no expression, her face was haggard without makeup, but she was still beautiful.

"Young Master He, what are your orders?"

He Chaozhi suddenly smiled when he heard the words of Young Master He. He leaned back lazily, with an unpredictable expression: "Sister Ping, the people here are well trained and obedient."

Sister Ping smiled apologetically: "If you're not well trained, how dare you let Young Master He see it?"

"Leave her then."

He Zhaozhi sat on the sofa with a golden knife, pinched the wine glass with his slender and cold fingers, and said flatly: "In the future, when I come, I will let her accompany the wine."

(End of this chapter)