"It's still early, drink slowly." Martha looked at her carefully and came down, "You look very good, you seem to be fat?" He pinched her face again, and it looked like it was.

Lan Qingchuan let her touch it.

"I haven't seen you in a while, but it's moisturized, Cherry."

"Why didn't you see Jacqueline?"

"She's going to have a prenatal checkup this afternoon, and she can't come."

Business in Martha's shop is very good, and the downstairs is full of customers. From this corner window on the second floor, the street is thriving.

Martha forked a piece of lemon cake and nodded, "That's good." But when it comes to it, it's Connington Street in Regent's Square that is the most prestigious. ”

Connington Street, the street of honor belonging to Prince Hetton, was closed to commerce many years ago and was a symbol of authority at the center of power. Many of the palace's important events will be held on this street, provided that the old lady Hetan agrees.

"This whole street will inevitably belong to Longerake in the future." Martha smiled, meaningful, "It should be said that it was the Marquis who followed you." ”

"I never thought about it." Lan Qingchuan shook his head, "Even then, it's his, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

She always subconsciously dissociates the relationship between the Lan clan and Langerak, but others tie the two families together, with related interests, shared honor and disgrace, and it has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Martha waved her hand: "It's me who lost my word, and the little cake will be given to you." ”

Lan Qingchuan smiled and passed, and he didn't pay attention to it.

After a rare gathering, Lan Qingchuan returned to the Rose Castle in the evening. The castle has long been lit up, like an open flame falling into the dust, dazzling and bright.

Joy's butler picked her up at the door, and the night breeze was still cold, and she shivered when she got out of the car, and couldn't help but tighten her coat.

"Madame, have you had dinner, the kitchenette is still ready."

"No, I've already eaten it."

When he returned to the room, Ou Yanzhe was already lying on the bed, the light was on at the head of the bed, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was holding the book she often read, turning a few pages.

Lan Qingchuan walked in and closed the door softly. When I turned around, I saw that his eyes were open, and his blue eyes were clear.

"So late?"

Lan Qingchuan took off his coat and replied: "I went to the opera house to watch a scene, and it took a long time." ”

He pursed his lips and continued to flip through the book in his hand.

Lan Qingchuan walked over, saw that his expression was different, put the small cake in his hand in his hand, and said, "Next time, I will tell you in advance, this is compensation." ”

He smiled and glanced at the cake box, "You want to buy me with this?" ”

Lan Qingchuan laughed in his heart, "Do you want love." Before he finished speaking, he grabbed his hand and hugged him. The heating was on in the room, his body was warm, and his arms were crisp and strong.

She said helplessly: "I haven't taken a bath yet, you let me go." ”

He shouldn't, hugged for a while and was satisfied, and then said: "I'm going to Malaysia next week, and I'll be at home for the next few days." ”

"How old are you and you still want me to accompany you?" Lan Qingchuan patted the back of his hand, motioned for him to let go, and said with a smile: "Okay, look at your performance, let me go." ”

"I'm really not used to you like this." She shook her head and finally stood up.

By the time she finished taking a shower, Ou Yanzhe had already fallen asleep. He has been working hard for the past few days, and he can't handle it completely, and he is very tired. Lan Qingchuan covered the quilt for him, stretched out his hand to turn off the light, and the room was quiet.