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

Chapter 97
He Mingchuan growled, "I'm talking to Song Lan, can you interrupt what the elders say?"

"Song Lan is my man, my girlfriend. If you are dissatisfied with her, you are dissatisfied with my son?" He Zhaozhi was not afraid, and choked back coldly.

The war between father and son is imminent.

He Mingchuan put down the bowls and chopsticks and sneered, "You also know that I'm dissatisfied with you? I asked you to go on a blind date with ladies from various famous families. If you don't go, look at what you found for me. I used her to block you. The Shen family is still somewhat useful. Now that the Shen family is gone, you still keep her by your side as a treasure, do you really think our He family is some kind of garbage dump, where cats and dogs can come in?"

He Mingchuan sneered, "I thought you didn't know, and you also know that anyone can come in this He family. Since you set a precedent, isn't there a small number of cats and dogs in this family?"

Jiang Yurong, who was sitting next to her, suddenly turned pale.

He Mingchuan's words were undoubtedly pointing at her spine and cursing.

Her status is not as good as He Chaozhi's biological mother. She was still his wife back then, and it was because of the absurd biography of He's name that she was taken into the He family.

It wasn't a secret at all, but mentioning it in front of the whole family was like slapping her in the face.

He Mingchuan was really furious, and he stood up abruptly, "Okay, you are indeed my son, He Mingchuan. My He family has raised you for nothing for so many years. How dare you scold your father?"

Seeing that the situation was out of control, Song Lan still remembered her responsibility.

She stood up resolutely, grabbed He Chaozhi, and said softly with He Mingchuan on her back.

"Chaozhi, Uncle said that because he was worried about you. He was afraid that I couldn't take care of you well, and he didn't really dislike you. Don't be angry."

Jiang Yurong regained her composure, and also stepped forward to fight, "Yes, it's true that Chaozhi is wrong, and you should calm down if you are famous. It's rare for the child to come back, so why bother?"

With two women acting as peacemakers, the war between father and son calmed down a little.

He Mingchuan sat on the main seat with a livid face and did not speak.

He Zhaozhi took Song Lan's arm and walked out coldly.

"This family doesn't matter, Song Lan, let's go."

"Wait a moment!"

Jiang Yurong chased her out, took Song Lan's arm out of breath, and said hurriedly, "Chaozhi, wait a minute, I told Song Lan today that she is willing to stay at home for a while and accompany me. Now you How about taking her away?"

Song Lan was quick-witted and reacted quickly, following Jiang Yurong's words, "Yes, I promised to stay with Auntie for a few days, Chaozhi, I want to stay here, okay?"

Song Lan looked at He Chaozhi with foggy eyes, a little bit aggrieved.

He Zhaozhi prefers softness to toughness, and he never sees women like this.

Especially when he is angry now, because He Mingchuan insulted Song Lan.

He couldn't even see Song Lan being wronged.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing in He's house? Aren't you afraid that the old man will skin you?"

"No, uncle is just angry for a while, why would he care about me, a small person? I really hit it off with my aunt, so please let me stay here." Song Lan held Jiang Yurong with one arm, and held Jiang Yurong with the other. He grabbed He Zhaozhi and shook it.

He Chaozhi had nothing to do with her, and was also worried that if she lived alone in the He family, she would be bullied by that old man named He Mingchuan sooner or later.

With a cold face, he gritted his teeth and said, "You'd better not regret your choice, okay, but I have to stay with you."

Song Lan smiled, "Of course that's good."

Jiang Yurong took He Chaozhi and Song Lan back. When He Mingchuan learned that Song Lan was going to stay, his first reaction was to refuse to let him, but when he heard that He Chaozhi would also live with Song Lan, he fell silent.

Coupled with Jiang Yurong's persuasion, He Mingchuan said displeasedly, "If you want to stay, stay here."

After leaving this sentence, He Mingchuan snorted coldly, got up and went back to the study.

He Zhaozhi's heir is the most important.

As for Song Lan, it's just incidental, it doesn't matter.

Seeing that He Mingchuan agreed, a smile appeared on Jiang Yurong's face.

He didn't care about He Zhaozhi's sarcastic remarks at the dinner table.

After eating, she took Song Lan to the guest room on the second floor.

Ask the servant to bring a brand new bedding, and help Song Lan spread it herself.

"This is your room. If you live here in the future, just tell me if you need anything. You're welcome. Sooner or later, we will be a family."

Song Lan twitched her eyebrows, sniffing the faint incense in the air, and suddenly fell into a trance.

It was the first time she saw Jiang Yurong leaning over to make the bed.

If she hadn't abandoned her father back then, but had chosen to live in the Song family.

Then, since she was a child, she should have fallen asleep on Jiang Yurong's quilt, lying in her arms, and fell asleep?
Song Lan lost his mind, He Chaozhi walked in, ignored Jiang Yurong who was in the room, grabbed Song Lan's wrist, and brought him into his bedroom.

Song Lan was dragged in stumblingly, raised her head and looked blankly at He Chaozhi who was full of anger.

He Zhaozhi grabbed her shoulders with both hands, so strong that Song Lan's bones ached.

"You said you wanted to come to the He family, and I agreed, why did you agree to Jiang Yurong to stay? Song Lan, what are you thinking? Are you helping He Mingchuan deal with me?"

"He Zhaozhi, you hurt me."

Song Lan felt the pain and pushed He Chaozhi away.

She caressed her slightly trembling shoulders, her long black hair hanging down in front of Xue's neck, she was indescribably weak and charming.

"I did this just to get closer to He Mingchuan and make him willing to accept me. He still has prejudice against me now, but I believe that as long as I do well and let him see my benefits, he will not Reject me again."

He Zhaozhi didn't know if he believed her words, but his eyes were still as cold as an abyss.

"It's best if this is the case, but Song Lan, I warn you, if you agree to He Mingchuan or Jiang Yurong to deal with me together, I can't spare you. You can't even try to repair the relationship between me and He Mingchuan, he is just a Trash, I will never forgive him in my life!"

He Zhaozhi's gaze was so cold that Song Lan felt a little shivering.

She staggered her eyes, and her tone revealed a coolness.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You can think of me whatever you want, but He Chaozhi, don't insult me! Don't think that I'm lowly. Your He family and your family can insult me ​​casually!"

Song Lan stopped looking at He Chaozhi, turned around and left his bedroom.

Back in her guest room, Jiang Yurong had already made the bed and left.

After Song Lan checked that there was no one in the room, she carefully closed the door, took out her mobile phone, and called Song Zi.

Song Zi quickly answered, "Lan Lan, what's the matter?"

Standing by the bed, Song Lan glanced at all the objects in this guest room, with a sarcasm on the corner of her lips, she said calmly, "Auntie, it's a good thing. I have successfully moved into the He family."

(End of this chapter)