Han Luochen fell on the sofa, took out his mobile phone, picked out a piece of hawthorn cake and threw it into his mouth, picking at it while eating, "It's not too fresh, I have to redo it." ”

"I'll send it to you next time."

Lan Qingchuan laughed and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, but when she came out, she saw that he had already eaten all the pastries on the plate, and the whole person was lazily leaning on the pillow, the light of the mobile phone screen hit his face directly, and under the delicate lying silkworm was the bridge of Xueting's nose.

"You should eat less, and we will start eating later." He didn't carelessly, his eyes focused on the screen, only to see his slender fingers swiping across the screen.

Having dinner from Lan Qingchuan's side, Han Luochen was satisfied, he put on a down jacket, and said, "If you want to cool down at night, you will wear more at night." She sent him to the door, and the light of the porch was soft, and it fell quietly on his fair face, adding a touch of warmth. He walked a few steps, remembered something, and asked her, "Your driver here is also on vacation, right?" I'll send you there in the evening. ”

She wanted to shake her head, her father Fang Yuzhong would go with her. But instead of trying to face Fang Yuzhong, it is better to be at ease with him. She nodded, "Thank you." Then he smiled and looked at her, his eyes were like starlight, "See you at night, Lan Qingchuan." Her lips moved a few times, and a wisp of white breath came out of the cold wind. Then he melted into the night, until he could no longer hear a sound.

Lan Qingchuan looked at him into the distance, and only after a moment did he retract his gaze and return to the room.

Snow fell again in the evening. Han Luochen came to pick her up, and the bright red sports car was stained with a thin layer of snowflakes. He was tall and wore a thick thick scarf. The face in the night is like a white cherry blossom, which is very eye-catching, and is beckoning to her downstairs.

She sat in the car with her head down, collecting her umbrella as she slapped the snowflakes off her cuffs.

"Sorry, I'm going to get your car dirty." She glanced at the water droplets on the carpet, but he didn't care, "This kind of weather is inevitable." As he spoke, he glanced at her, "This dress is very beautiful." ”

Lan Qingchuan wore a long Chinese-style skirt with a stand-up collar and high waist, many neat and delicate folds on the sleeves, and gold embroidery on the skirt. This was sent by Fang Yuzhong's secretary last week, and it was tailor-made by a famous domestic designer. She was afraid of the cold, and added a blue woolen coat to the outside.

Hearing him say that, she smiled, "It's just too cold." It's rare to joke, but Han Luochen likes her tone very much.

The interior of the car is not cold, the air conditioning is on, and it is warm and pleasant. He didn't have any messy perfume sachets in the car, but he was obsessed with the light scent of his nose, and he pinched his fingers on the steering wheel to restrain himself from touching her long hair scattered on the side.

Chuangzhi's party package was in Huitai Hotel, and the people who came were mainly internal personnel of the company. Han Luochen was inconvenient to enter, and the car was parked in the underground parking lot. At this time, the snow was already falling heavily, Lan Qingchuan asked him to go back first, but he turned a deaf ear, "How can there be a reason not to send it back?" Hurry up, I'll go inside for dinner. He put his hands in his pockets and his lips were particularly bright. In the dim light underground, Lan Qingchuan didn't see his overly fair face clearly.

Gala. Most people haven't seen Lan Qingchuan yet, but from the few plans she made, they all know that this young young owner is really not to be underestimated. There were a lot of people coming, as well as a few representatives from some cooperative companies, as well as a few old directors she knew.