Hearing him come in, she raised her head slightly, revealing a pair of large, empty black eyes in her long scarf. She looked at him for a moment, then lowered her head and went to remove the scarf from her neck.

He turned to leave, and her thin voice came from behind him.

She had obviously been sick for a long time, and her voice had changed a lot, with a little hoarseness, and she said to him, I wanted to go out for a while.

No one knew that Fang Yuzhong's heart suddenly loosened at that moment.

He was indifferent, staring at her with faint eyes: "With a body like yours, it's better to stay at home." ”

Her scarf had been taken off, her jaw sharpened, and her lines were horribly thin. In fact, he also knew that she hadn't spoken in this house for a long time, and she had changed a lot, although she was still gentle and weak, she never called him "over the bell" again.

Look, he has successfully destroyed the flower that the Lan clan carefully loves, and has successfully destroyed this beautiful Lan Yuange.

He went straight to her, and kept her in the mansion.

Lan Yuange didn't say anything, nor did he ask him anything. He heard from the servant in the house that his wife had been painting lately. She used to love to draw, but that was a long time ago.

When he pushed the door in, she just sat by the window in silence with her long hair tied up and her coat, not knowing what to see, spring had not yet arrived, and there was nothing outside.

He suddenly felt that he didn't understand Lan Yuange.

"I've been sick for so long, and I really want to see my parents and brother," she said softly. But the eyes did not look at him, and they did not know to whom they spoke.

As smart as he is, how could he not know what she meant. But I only felt a burst of anger rising from my heart, mixed with resentment, disappointment, and even fear.

That day, he tore off all her paintings and pressed her into the bed. He almost laughed angrily, and his face was almost hideous. He said, "What should I do if I let you go?" What will Lan do to me? What should I do with all this time of planning? ”

Lan Yuange felt his heart dripping blood.

In fact, she is nothing more than a pawn for this man to exploit.

On that day, Lan Yuange was covered with traces and passed out on the bed. After that day, no matter how much she cried and almost convulsed, Fang Yuzhong never let her go, he almost fell into madness. He bit her neck and screamed, "If you want to go, you have to get my son back." ”

He hated the Lan clan, far less than he hated now.

Later, Lan Yuange became pregnant again. She was horribly thin, her hair was cut short, and her big eyes were almost dull and dull. When Lan Zongrong got the news, he was very surprised, and he also understood that it was impossible for Fang Yuzhong to let go of Lan Yuange.

When Lan Yuange was about to give birth, everyone was in a panic, and Lan Yuange probably wouldn't survive this winter. Her mother finally couldn't resist her distress and longing for her daughter, and wanted to fly to China to take care of her, but Lan Zongrong stopped her. He pulled his wife, who completely ignored his image and cried bitterly, and said, it was her life.

But Lan Yuange survived, she gave birth to a daughter this winter, who weighed only eighty pounds when she gave birth. She shouted in the delivery room, almost with all her might.

Lan Zongrong didn't rush over to visit this emaciated and overburdened daughter. Because they know that this weak daughter has grown into a strong and excellent mother.

After the baby girl was born, Lan Zongrong named it Qingchuan, from the poem "My heart is idle, Qingchuan is like this", with a sigh for his daughter. The last name is blue.