Ou Yanzhe was concerned about her body, and his doctor followed him in the car. Lan Qingchuan was disgusted to look at his face, and in anger, he began to vomit, and all he spit out was clear water. She didn't dare to think about Dong Yu's heart-rending cry when she was taken away, so she hated Ou Yanzhe even more.

He frowned, and his face was ugly: "You want Dongyu, good, it's good." You don't believe me, but you believe in an outsider and let outsiders take him? Why are you always so naïve, Tata? Can anyone easily believe it? ”

Steward Joy couldn't bear it, hugged Lan Qingchuan, who was pale, and persuaded: "Young master, you are like this again." ”

Ou Yanzhe sat in the car, silent for a moment, and it was difficult to hide his anxiety under the deep eyes. He sat down beside Lan Qingchuan, took the towel in the doctor's hand, and personally wiped her face and hands. He hugged her, his movements very carefully, gentle and loving.

But Lan Qingchuan couldn't feel it, she only felt the overwhelming coldness, and her hands and feet were cold and refused his touch.

Returning to Rose Castle is a multi-day trip, and when he returns here, Lan Qingchuan no longer has any strength to resist Ou Yanzhe, let alone deal with him face-to-face. The Rose Castle has limited equipment, and on the day Lan Qingchuan returned, he was sent to the Triffenburg Hospital in Paris, which is owned by Langlaque, for a full body examination and maintenance.

In the days when Lan Qingchuan was recuperating, Langlak announced the news that Ou Yanzhe had an orthodox heir, which he regarded as a treasure in his hand.

Due to premature birth, Dong Yu was born with congenital deficiencies, but fortunately, he was well raised in the palace family, and he was already fat and cute in less than two months.

Lan Qingchuan soon returned to the Rose Castle, and Ou Yanzhe personally went to pick him up. She suffered a loss after giving birth, but fortunately she took good care of her and recovered most of it, but her heart was depressed, she had a lot of thoughts, and her whole person was in poor spirits and her expression was silent.

The old marquis and his wife all came to the Rose Castle, and they were very happy that they had a little grandson carved in pink and jade, and they kissed and hugged each other without stopping. They didn't know much about what was going on for a while, and when Lan Qingchuan was sent to the castle with a pale face, they didn't notice anything wrong.

Dong Yu left his mother, and was a stranger all the way, and when he entered the castle, he began to cry.

Ou Yanzhe hadn't hugged him once, and his energy was now all on Lan Qingchuan. When Lan Qingchuan heard that the child was crying, she was naturally anxious, she hadn't seen Dong Yu for many days, her face was snow-white, but she didn't want to look at the child's father.

Her chest hurt terribly, and she seemed to hear Dong Yu's cry.

Ou Yanzhe saw that she was really anxious, and glanced at Joey, and after a while, the child was hugged over, and Lan Qingchuan made up his mind.

She took it cautiously, kissed the child's crying frowning brows, loved and pity, and hated Ou Yanzhe for making his own claims, and said, "Is he crying, have you breastfed him?" ”

Joey sighed, looked at his young master who was not very good, and nodded, "Naturally, I have fed it." It's just that the little young master misses the young lady. ”

Dong Yu's cry was a little quieter, Lan Qingchuan shook him gently, and the little doll completely calmed down.

Lan Qingchuan breathed a sigh of relief this time.

Ou Yanzhe was sitting on the edge of the bed, he was obviously a husband and wife, but he didn't say a word, and Lan Qingchuan didn't even look at him.

Joey was also anxious, and when he saw that the child was asleep and looked fine, he smiled and said, "The little young master looks really good, and it is printed in the same mold as our young master when he was a child, and he is well-behaved, and the old lady loves it very much." ”