In the evening, after Lan Qingchuan finished bathing, he was still a little restless. I sat on the bed and flipped through the book for a while, but I couldn't read it. By the time Ou Yanzhe returned, it was already late at night.

Next to the bed is the hundred-leaf rose that the maid has just changed this morning, and the fragrance is quiet and suitable. Lan Qingchuan slept lightly, his thin quilt was covered on his stomach, and his exposed arms and neck were like finely carved white jade. She leaned against the head of the bed, leaving a lamp on.

Ou Yanzhe stepped forward a few steps and tested her body temperature before he put her down with confidence and put her on the soft pillow. Lan Qingchuan had not slept deeply, and with this movement, she reached out and gently put her arm around him.

"What's wrong?" He sat down at the head of the bed and put his arms around her.

"I have something to tell you." She was silent for a while, frowning and thinking a little cute. Ou Yanzhe smiled, "You think, I'm waiting here." ”

She had a difficult pregnancy, and now her brain power is not as good as before, and she is easy to forget things, and he knows all this.

"It's our business." Lan Qingchuan was half-conscious, raising his eyelids slightly, and finally remembered something important.

"What's wrong with the baby, it's not good again?" Ou Yanzhe touched her stomach and soothed.

"I've heard Lady Saray tell me a lot about your childhood."

Ou Yanzhe raised his eyebrows, listening to her say worriedly, "I don't like the elite education you had when you were a child, and I don't want you to just treat Dong Yu as an heir to cultivate." ”

Ou Yanzhe laughed, "Just this? That's what you think of me? ”

She was startled when she heard this, and immediately struggled to get up, and Ou Yanzhe hurriedly hugged her and told her not to move.

"My grandmother's approach to my education was really too high-handed, but I don't think so." Hearing him say this, Lan Qingchuan became even more anxious: "What does this mean?" If Dong Yu wants to be like you back then, I will never be willing to do it. ”

Ou Yanzhe was stung by her words, and his heart was stung softly, itchy and numb.

He spoke softly and said softly, "What are you worried about?" Afraid that I am a strict father, like my grandmother, forcing him to follow the same path as me? You're taking me too seriously. ”

"My son of Longlake shall not be subject to these constraints and restrictions, he will be free and prosperous."

Lan Qingchuan's heart was relieved, "What do you think?" And so sure. ”

Ou Yanzhe kissed her forehead, "It's not easy for you to get pregnant, don't think too much." He is also my son, the baby I look forward to, and I love him. ”

This is the first time Lan Qingchuan has heard such a gentle tone from Ou Yanzhe's mouth, telling his expectations and love to his unborn child in the tone of a father.

Because of the arrival of this child, the relationship between the two of them has unconsciously eased a lot, and even shows warmth.

Summer is long, and Ou Yanzhe's birthday is approaching. Taking advantage of the fact that the weather was not so hot, Lan Qingchuan simply arranged it for him in the castle. Mr. Ou was not very interested in any of this, and in his opinion it was not even as important as a business document. The castle's steward, Leddy, said that in previous years it was just a simple affair, and that inviting the old Marquis and Madame Sarius to dinner was a small family gathering.

Lan Qingchuan thought about it, Ou Yanzhe is always complicated, so it's good to find a reason to relax.

Leddy nodded in response, "Then tell the kitchen to back up the cake?" ”

The pot-bellied hostess was silent for a moment, then got up from the couch and said, "I'll do it." What others do is not as good as what you do. ”