Today is a bright day, sunshine, spring buds, light green and light red, and the manor is full of life.

Today is the day when Lan Qingchuan went to meet Ou Yanzhe's parents and elders.

She combed her long hair, tidied up her outfit, put on jewelry, and looked good. It was a very formal outfit, a white cardigan, a black tweed coat, and long hair neatly combed and long tucked back at the back of the head.

She looked at herself in the mirror, a snow-white face, young and quiet, and a quiet appearance.

Ou Yanzhe came to pick her up, and behind him stood the old butler with a serious face. Lan Qingchuan bowed his head at him, and the old man curled his lips. She handed her hand to Ou Yanzhe, and the man smiled, satisfied with her quiet obedience, took her palm a little harder, pulled her closer, lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the back of her hand. This was a courtesy kiss, Lan Qingchuan clenched his fingers, and still felt extremely uncomfortable with such a close distance from him.

Ou Yanzhe has a very standard aristocratic appearance, and even the handsome eyebrows are superior and noble. There is nothing wrong with his gestures, which shows his excellent cultivation. Many people don't know him, he always looks at people with a smile, but his eyes are deep and scrutinizing. It's just that his eyes are too far away, don't figure out what he meant. He is not only gentle and easy-going when dealing with people, but also has a serious and solemn demeanor that is often contaminated by going in and out of the Marta Palace, he is a very complex person.

Ou Yanzhe is his Chinese name, few people call him this, his mother is Mrs. Sha Rui is the most called. His Western blood is not pure, mixed with the blood of the distant Asian Lien family, which does not detract from his excellence and pride, but adds a bit of oriental mystery to him. Compared to the hard and sharp appearance of Western Europeans, his oriental roots make him more soft and elegant.

If he didn't have such a deep calculation and city government, maybe Lan Qingchuan wouldn't be so resistant and wary of him.

It was a simple family feast, and the Rose Castle was so big that it now had only one owner. The old Marquis and his Chinese wife had retired to their estates on the outskirts of Paris by the time Ou Yanzhe was in charge. The Langerak family has always had a tradition of leaving their children when they grow up, leaving behind the family's reputation and estate, wealth and power, along with the Rose Castle where they have always lived, to the next generation. This seems that the family relationship is extremely cold and cold, but Ou Yanzhe did come over like this, he lived a good life alone, and even brought higher glory to the family.

This was the first time Lan Qingchuan had met Ou Yanzhe's parents, the old marquis and Mrs. Lian's Sarui who had long heard of it. The family closest to Langlak was the Sheseton family in Lot, but the old lady Hetan did not come.

"Son, please take a seat." Lady Sarai looked like a soft, gentle woman, with a smile in her voice. She took Lan Qingchuan's hand and sat beside her, speaking softly in French, like a warm breeze blowing in her ears.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lan family."

Lan Qingchuan looked at her, showing a shallow smile, polite and signing, and Mrs. Sha Rui was very happy: "As soon as I looked up, I saw you and Yan walking in together, and I just felt that it was a good match." ”

The oriental woman, dignified and beautiful, just sits like this, like a beauty in a painting.