"It's just that the little girl is a little stubborn, and she does everything properly. But with his own strength, where can he cure so many old fritters? He used a very ridiculous Chinese word, but he even said it himself. Joey looked at the corners of his young master's curved mouth, and suddenly realized that his young Marquis still liked the young lady of the Lan family.

Ou Yanzhe looked around the hall, and the roses were fragrant and pleasant. He reached out and picked up a louloulop rose, stared intently at its cascading petals, and whispered, "Grow up early." ”

The butler was beside him, and although he was old, he could hear clearly, and he was startled and looked at the bent blonde young man. Ou Yanzhe turned his head to look at him, his expression was indifferent and cold, as if he hadn't said anything just now.

Joey's words came to his lips and he swallowed them again.

During the evening banquet, Lan Qingchuan had to come to see Ou Yanzhe, the host of the banquet.

Speaking of which, this was the second time she had entered the Rose Castle, and there were not many people coming, so she met with Ou Yanzhe after a while.

She smiled, the etiquette was still complete, "Good evening, Marquis." A simple greeting, and there is no follow-up. Whether in business or privately, she didn't want to have much to do with him.

As the master, Ou Yanzhe always has some people gathered around him. Lan Qingchuan looked at the fact that he still had to deal with others, and then turned around and prepared to leave. Unexpectedly, the blond-haired and blue-eyed man stopped her and took a few steps closer, but the person behind him did not follow.

Lan Qingchuan has always felt that he is dangerous, even if he is smiling, it is also a disguised leather face. Ou Yanzhe looked at everyone with a little smile, and he couldn't say that he was gentle, and the dull dark blue in his eyes also faded a lot in this smile, and he looked very easy to get along with.

Lan Qingchuan looked at him coldly, no one in Paris knew that the bottomless city of His Excellency the Marquis of Langerac was the belly of a young man, and he was clearly a veteran in controlling the situation.

"Miss Lan, you're always so defensive of me." He stated the facts, very crisply.

Lan Qingchuan was taken aback, not knowing what he meant by this sentence.

The young man smiled and said, "We are from the same school, and we are also destined." If you need anything, just come to me. ”

Lan Qingchuan was surprised, thinking that he was really a good talker, and he was so calm that he didn't blink his eyes. She still remembered the development project not long ago, if he was really so polite, Lan Qingchuan would not bother with the follow-up finishing.

Ou Yanzhe's smile was not sincere. Lan Qingchuan said "thank you" to him flatly, raised his leg and was about to leave.

He sighed, followed her, and said again, "Do you know why you're losing?" ”

Sure enough, he didn't hide any good intentions, Lan Qingchuan frowned, and his expression became more and more cold. The way she looked made him smile even more.

"You have to have your own power. Miss Lan, your current connections are all under your uncle Lan Yuanli. ”

"If you want to defeat me, you must at least surpass Lan Yuanli."

What he meant by this was that she had the same skill and deterrence as her uncle Lan Yuanli. She's too young.

Lan Qingchuan took a few steps back, becoming more and more defensive against him, "Why are you saying this to me?" ”

Ou Yanzhe was no longer close, he suppressed his smile, and his eyes were as calm as the deep sea. Without a few wisps of gentleness on his lips, his whole person looks very different. He glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, "I said it, we're still fated." Your growth is also something I look forward to. ”

"Come on."