C36 Solace

Hee Zhuolun immediately felt that something was wrong, and guessed that Lang Yan's interview wasn't going well, as he had been rejected by the HR Department.

However, with Lang Yan's eloquence, intelligence and some other aspects of his talent, it was impossible for the HR Department to not accept this kind of person. Furthermore, when they came to the HR Department, Lang Yan intentionally let the HR Department manager know that he was acquainted with the CEO, so the HR Department manager shouldn't be so unreasonable as to not accept this kind of person, right? Aren't you afraid that he'll catch him?

Hee Zhuolun looked at the lifeless Lang Yan, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, but he did not know what to say. He lowered his head and continued to look at the document, and realised that he could not look through it no matter what.

He coughed lightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lang Yan did not answer, but laid motionlessly on the sofa like a corpse.

Hee Zhuolun raised his eyebrows, got up and walked to the sofa: "Mr Lang can't be unable to get an interview, is he affected?"

Lang Yan still did not speak.

Hee Zhuolun frowned: "You don't want to say? "Then I'll go to the meeting?"

Lang Yan moved his body and extended his hand out.

Hee Zhuolun's brows twitched: "What do you mean? Let me hold your hand? "

Lang Yan replied, his hand stopping in mid-air.

Hee Zhuolun hesitated for a moment, before placing his hand on it.

Suddenly, Lang Yan pulled forcefully, pulling his down onto the sofa. After that, he buried his face in Hee Zhuolun's thighs, and then placed Hee Zhuolun's hand on the back of his head.

"…" Hee Zhuolun could hear that Lang Yan's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was sad. It was like an injured Persian cat seeking to heal his in a safe place, it was extremely heartbreaking.

His heart softened, little by little. He rubbed that soft hair, and could not help but ask softly: "What happened? Did the people in the company bully you? "

If it really was that easy to solve the problem, he could just directly get the person to bully him and bring him back.

~ Thinking about that, his heart stopped, he should be happy to see that Lang Yan was bullied, why did he want to help him?

Lang Yan still did not say that he had encountered some trouble, and did not want to worry about it anymore. He closed his eyes, and enjoyed the feeling of Hee Zhuolun's fingertips moving across his head, like a pet being pampered, allowing him to unknowingly relax. Then, he turned around and fell asleep.

Hee Zhuolun looked at his serene sleeping appearance, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He helped pull out the hair on his face, then suddenly saw a small scar on Lang Yan's forehead. Although the wound had already faded, he still immediately recognized that the scar was caused by bullets.

"Gunshot wound?" Surprise flashed across Hee Zhuolun's eyes, and he looked again carefully to confirm that it was really a gunshot wound. "How is that possible?"

He actually survived after being hit on the head by a bullet? Furthermore, he was alive and well, no different from an ordinary person.

"He sure is lucky."

He must have walked through the gates of hell, right?

What had happened to cause him to receive such fatal injuries?

Hee Zhuolun put down his bangs for Lang Yan and covered his wounds. Thinking that there would be a meeting later, he took out his phone to call Yao Yu: "Change the meeting time to two o'clock this afternoon."

He spoke in a low voice, as if afraid of waking the man in his lap. After hanging up, he rubbed his tired forehead, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes for a moment.