Ling House.

Mrs. Ling was bathing her dog in the garden, and the housekeeper helped her with a dry towel.

Halfway through the wash, a maid came and reported that a young lady had come to the front hall.

Mrs. Ling wiped her hands, didn't stand up, and smiled: "It's the Fang family's girl again?" ”

The maid shook her head, Fang Xue she had seen it many times, but the young lady who had just come was very raw, and her temperament and cultivation were far from being comparable to that of the young lady of the Fang family.

"She said her surname was Lan, and she made a special trip to visit Mrs. and Mr.

"Surname Lan?" Mrs. Ling was stunned, and her thoughts came flooding back. The big dog took the opportunity to slip away, shook his body, threw a body of water out of his wet golden hair, and rubbed her legs in a flattering manner, making her cry and laugh.

When it comes to people with this rare and noble surname, she only knows one, and that is her friend Lan Yuange.

Thinking of this, she had an epiphany, I'm afraid this is her daughter, the Lan family's young Miss Lan Qingchuan, who moved to France at a young age.

More than ten years ago, Lan Qingchuan, who had just lost his mother, was kidnapped, and after being rescued, he was thin and thin, just crying, but he had no relatives to take care of him. She looked pitiful, so she took her side and took care of her for a while. Later, the little girl was taken to France by his maternal grandfather, and was never seen again. She still remembered that when Lan Qingchuan left, she hugged herself tightly and didn't want to let go, and her Feng'er secretly followed her car for a long way.

After taking a towel to wipe the water droplets on her body, Mrs. Ling stood up and smiled, "It turned out to be her." It's been a long time. ”

Hearing this, the housekeeper and the maid glanced at each other, and they rarely saw the lady so happy with the arrival of a girl.

Lan Qingchuan was led to the living room, Rao was the experienced maid of the Ling family, and she didn't dare to slack off because of her elegant bearing, lest she offend her. The servant brought down the gift she had brought, and there was a soft sound of footsteps.

In such tranquility, wisps of bitter tea wafted through the air. Lan Qingchuan only took a shallow sip and put it down, she was not used to the hard and weak strong tea in her mouth. She looked at the porcelain cup with a golden and blue texture in silence, in fact, her impression of the Ling couple had already faded, and if they met each other inadvertently, they might not be able to recognize them without careful identification.

The maid in the parlor stood quietly beside her, silently looking at the young lady.

She has never seen such a beautiful girl, but she has a quiet temperament with a rejecting indifference. In the midst of the tea breath, this girl has a bright face and transparent eyes. Even just sitting quietly can be instantly intrigued. The maid has been serving in the Ling Mansion for many years, and she secretly said in her heart, if it weren't for Yuxiu's famous family, she would definitely not be able to cultivate this outstanding and elegant temperament.

When Mrs. Ling came in, Lan Qingchuan was facing away from her. From a distance, through the green leaves on the red sandalwood trellis, I only faintly saw the girl's slender white neck and gentle black hair.

It's like a painting, full of clarity and exquisiteness.

And when I got closer, I found that this girl was indifferent in her quietness, not superior, arrogant from a family, but from her bones, with a youthful coldness of zero sadness.

Especially when the girl turned to meet her eyes when she heard the voice, she clearly saw the melancholy and coldness buried deep in the pale black pupils, which was distressing.

Mrs. Ling's heart softened and she looked at her lovingly. The plain face and the smile lines at the corners of the mouth quickly overlapped with the vague faces in Lan Qingchuan's memory.