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

Chapter 145 Misunderstanding
"But having said that, those roses are really expensive, and they are not sold in the market. Why does Song Lan's boyfriend send such expensive roses every day, so he is not afraid of going bankrupt?"

another woman asked.

Song Lan knew these two people.

It was the interns who came in with her.

But she has Jun Zetian's green card, all the way through, and she becomes a full-time employee when she joins Jun.

These two people are still hovering in the positions of interns.

Song Lan frowned and thought about it carefully.

These two people just happened to be the ones who snatched the most roses...

Song Lan frowned coldly.

"Does it need to be said, we came in with her in the same batch, and she was a regular employee as soon as she came in, and she made it clear that she came through the back door. The person who sent the flowers is probably Mr. Jun!"

"Mr. Jun?"

The other covered her mouth, with jealousy in her eyes: "This woman has a good trick, she hooked up with Mr. Jun so quickly, she is really a restless vixen!"

Hearing the two talking more and more outrageously, Song Lan pushed open the door of the compartment, stepped on white high heels, and walked to the two of them neatly.

The two of them didn't expect that she was also in the bathroom, so they forgot to speak for a while.

Song Lan ignored their complicated eyes, and put her hands on the water to wash them evenly: "I remember the hundreds of roses I gave out just now, just the two of you combined, you snatched almost half of them?"

Other colleagues want one or two sticks.

These two people are like picking up some big leaks, grabbing as many as they have.

But still gossiping about her behind her back.

Can really push an inch.

The two exchanged a look, raised their chins in displeasure, and said, "So what, we want your roses to save you face, otherwise a second-hand rose is so rare, no one can afford it."

"Then you really can't afford it."

Song Lan snorted lightly, shook off the drops of water on her hands, and approached the two of them with a charming smile, her red lips were bright, and she said every word.

"Based on your meager salary, you may not be able to afford a Louis XIV after a week's work, right? You don't deserve this rose at all. It would be a waste of money to give it to you."

The two angry people trembled all over, and one of them screamed.

"Song Lan, don't be so embarrassing. Do you really think we don't know? You just sold yourself to Mr. Jun's eyes to enter the Jun family. You are also worthy of challenging us? If I were you, I would just clamp my tail and be a man. Save embarrassment!"

Song Lan wanted to leave, but when she heard the other party's words, she turned around with a light smile.

"You are capable, no matter how hard you try, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch Mr. Jun's eyes. I don't think it's me who is ashamed, but you?"

Song Lan didn't even bother to argue, just ignored the two of them and returned to her work station.

She threw the flowers for the two into the trash can.

Even if she throws away the things she doesn't want, others won't take advantage of them.

When the two came back and saw that the roses were gone, they were really furious and stared at Song Lan in hatred all afternoon.

The days were neither salty nor dull, and a few days later, Jun Zetian came to Song Lan's work station.

The tall and handsome man knocked on Song Lan's desk with his fingers, and said in a deep voice, "Song Lan, pack up and go with me to the press conference of Director Qin Sheng's new work."

The people in the office cast envious or jealous eyes at the same time.

Song Lan was slightly startled, and pointed to herself: "President Jun, do you want to take me there?"

"Why, can't it?" Jun Zetian pursed his lips, and a puzzled line flashed across his deep black eyes.

"You and Director Qin are old friends, with outstanding professional ability and a background as a reporter. If I don't take you, who will I take?"

"...I know, I'm going to prepare now."

Song Lan stood up quickly and packed her things.

Traveling with Jun Zetian was done by the special assistants of the secretary department.

Song Lan, a young employee who has just joined the project department, has this honor to attend the press conference with the CEO, which seems to be a bit of luck.

Song Lan was ready to go, and followed Jun Zetian to the conference site.

Qin Sheng has a high status in the entertainment circle, and most of the entertainment circle sent people to support him.

Jun Zetian has a distinguished status and is arranged in the first row of VIP seats.

Song Lan sat down beside him.

"Mr. Jun, I'll get you a glass of champagne." Song Lan said.

Jun Zetian nodded.

Song Lan got up to get the champagne, a gorgeous figure flashed beside her, and Su Huaqing's soft and sweet voice came leisurely.

"Mr. He, let me help you refill the wine, please don't drink so much, you will get drunk..."

Song Lan was startled, raised her head, and met a man and a woman not far away.

It was He Zhaozhi and Su Huaqing.

Half of Su Huaqing's body was almost attached to He Chaozhi's body, smiling alluringly.

He Zhaozhi drank with downcast eyes, wondering what he was thinking, but he didn't push Su Huaqing away either.

Song Lan only glanced at it, then quickly looked away, picked up the wine glass and returned to Jun Zetian's side.

"Mr. Jun, your wine."

As expected of a female star, Su Huaqing watched all directions, turned her head to look at Song Lan, with a trace of jealousy in her eyes.

"Oh, isn't this Song Lan? Why is she here?"

He Zhaoyi was taken aback, and followed her gaze to Song Lan who was standing beside Jun Zetian.

Song Lan's clothes are simple, even in all black professional attire, with her black hair pulled up, only a few strands of hair in front of her forehead, still exuding a graceful beauty.

Song Lan bent down to pass wine to Jun Zetian, but was accidentally bumped by a passing reporter.

He couldn't hold his hand firmly, and half of the glass of wine spilled on Jun Zetian's suit.

Song Lan was taken aback, and quickly took out a tissue from her bag to wipe the wine stains on Jun Zetian's chest: "I'm sorry Mr. Jun, I'm all to blame for being unsteady and dirtying your suit."

Jun Zetian has always been calm and prudent, not to mention that it would be unsightly for a woman to wipe his suit in public.

He took the tissue in Song Lan's hand and wiped it calmly: "It's okay, my suit is black, it's not obvious, I'll go to the bathroom."

Song Lan bit her lip and nodded.

In the eyes of He Zhaozhi, this scene is undoubtedly a woman throwing herself into her arms, flirting with Jun Zetian in public.

He Chaozhi fixed his eyes on Song Lan's slender wrists, and the red hand that had stretched out in his palm unexpectedly touched Jun Zetian's chest...

He Zhaozhi strode over, grabbed Song Lan's wrist, and the words seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth.

"Song Lan, do you still have any sense of shame? Today is the press conference, and you dare to seduce Jun Zetian in public?"

"He Zhaozhi, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Lan's wrist was suddenly pinched by him, and his little face turned pale from the pain.

He Chaozhi's movements were not small, and people around him kept looking over.

Song Lan didn't want to mess up Qin Sheng's press conference and attract attention, so she coldly shook off He Chaozhi's hand.

"Mr. He, we have no relatives and no reason, so don't always do these things that are easily misunderstood. I am an employee of Jun's, please show some respect."

Leaving these words behind, Song Lan raised his head and left, leaving only a trace of determination for He Chaozhi.

(End of this chapter)