Now that the light in her room is not on, Ou Yanzhe thinks she is asleep. As a result, the steward of Wen Ji came to tell him, and said with a worried face: "The young lady does not want to eat, saying that she has no appetite. ”

Ou Yanzhe frowned: "She said she didn't want to, so you just followed her?" His face was cold, and his eyes were sharp, and the butler was apprehensive, but the young master walked straight over, with a cold gust of wind.

Ou Yanzhe walked to her room. It was a new room in the castle, and she didn't want to stay in the room they used to share. They are at odds with each other, and no one knows about it except Joey.

Lan Qingchuan slept lightly, and after asking the housekeeper, she learned that she went out in the afternoon and went to see her mother. When I came back, I didn't feel very good.

Ou Yanzhe knew the reason, and he restrained himself from seeing Lan Qingchuan, which was also one of them. The events of that night were just the fuse, and the gap between them was very big, and the most fundamental reason was that no one believed anyone. How can a marriage of mutual suspicion go long? Lan Qingchuan has completely lost his trust in him because of his repeated use and concealment.

He has his plans, and he hasn't loved her to the point of sacrificing the whole thing for her. He is sensible and cold, and he knows exactly what he wants.

It can be seen that Lan Qingchuan will make his heart soften.

This is a stubborn and immature girl who became his wife early. Smart enough, calm enough, attractive enough. She is the girl of the Lan family, and she is more attractive than the Lan family.

said that she was immature because her heart was too soft, she was not suitable for inheriting the Lan family, and she was more suitable for relying on a strong enough dependency. But the girl values the family too much, and she does everything she can, and she is willing to give up everything for the sake of the family. This is understandable, the Lan family is the brainchild of her maternal grandfather, the birthplace of her mother, and the warmest harbor of her gloomy childhood.

Ou Yanzhe took a look, her face was slightly pale, but her breath was calm, and she didn't feel any discomfort when she thought about it, so her heart was a little relaxed.

And Lan Qingchuan was already sleeping lightly, and his movement made her open her eyes. She got used to the dim light for a while, and then looked at the figure in front of her in a trance, and when she saw that it was Ou Yanzhe, her face was not very good.

She said defensively, "What are you doing here?" ”

Ou Yanzhe narrowed his dark blue eyes slightly and withdrew the finger on her forehead.

He said indifferently: "We met on your eighteenth birthday. He took a place and sat down in a satin chair beside her bed, his voice soft.

"So what?"

"Actually, we've met before, but you don't remember." Ou Yanzhe clasped his hands, his fingers as white as ivory, slender and graceful, like a finely carved work of art in the dim and soft light.

Lan Qingchuan didn't know where this fate came from, Filip had said it once, but she didn't pay attention. In the same Paris, and in another circle, there will always be a time to meet. Besides, Langlak's Ou Yanzhe, no one knows.

She sat up, her long hair spread out like satin, and her snow-white face was elegant and beautiful.

"What do you want to say?" She asked in a low voice.

"We've met at Margaret Academy, and I've seen you as soon as you got in. At that time, you were young, and you were already very good-looking. But what I like the most are your eyes. The glance you looked at is something I remember to this day. ”

"I don't remember." Lan Qingchuan chuckled, "I don't believe it either." ”