Lan Qingchuan was forced by him to drink a bowl of porridge, and there was not even a single dried longan. Ou Yanzhe was satisfied and wiped the corners of her lips.

She closed her eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "I'm going to fly to S City tomorrow." ”

Ou Yanzhe paused, raised his eyes to look at her, and asked, "Why are you doing so suddenly?" ”

"Go to the wedding."

Ou Yanzhe frowned again, "I'll accompany you." ”

"You won't be able to catch up with the plane the day after tomorrow." Lan Qingchuan shook his head, "It's good for me to go alone, and I'll be back soon." She looked tired, didn't want to say more, and fell asleep a little as soon as she got into bed.

Early the next morning, Lan Qingchuan got up. Looking at the side of the bed, Ou Yanzhe was no longer there, and there was still some residual warmth in the quilt. She simply packed her bags and went to the restaurant for breakfast.

The steward said that the plane had been arranged, and Ou Yanzhe ordered her to come down last night and told her to pay attention to her body. He went to the palace early in the morning, and it is estimated that he will not be able to return until the evening.

Lan Qingchuan nodded, sent a text message to her uncle after breakfast, and set off.

After more than ten hours of flight, Lan Qingchuan was dizzy, and when she got out of the airport, Ou Yanzhe in the city had already arranged a hotel for her, and when Lan Qingchuan finished the jet lag, Fang Yuzhong sent someone to pick her up at the hotel.

Since she married into the Rose Castle, she has rarely seen Fang Yuzhong. He was still the same as before, pale and gloomy, with heavy eyes, and there was little light.

Lan Qingchuan sat across from him, his eyes calm.

"Lan Yuanli told me, how long are you going to stay here?" He took a sip of lemonade before raising his eyes to look at her.

"I'll go back after attending Ling Haofeng's wedding."

The waiter came over with a plate, and the dishes were Chinese-style, all of which were light in taste.

Lan Qingchuan tasted it, and it tasted very good. This is a private restaurant, the location is secluded, Fang Yuzhong has a picky taste, and the place he chooses is not bad.

"Staying in a hotel all the time?"

Lan Qingchuan nodded, "Ou Yanzhe has arranged it, and if you find another place to live, it will be time-consuming and labor-intensive. ”

They talk like the most ordinary father and daughter, and the atmosphere is peaceful. The stubbornness and resentment of my youth, after experiencing so many things and being tempered by time, suddenly returned to calm, which is not worth mentioning. Lan Qingchuan learned to let go, and Fang Yuzhong was not as extreme and aggressive as before. After the relationship eased, there was a peaceful conversation with each other.

"How does Ou Yanzhe treat you?"

Lan Qingchuan paused for a moment, and took a small cup of ham and mushroom soup he served, stewed plain white soup, with a fresh and delicate taste.

She took a sip and nodded, "It's good." ”

Fang Yuzhong looked at her drooping eyebrows, a plain face, with a beautiful outline, and it was not thin and pale when she got married. He gave her another piece of tender fish fillet, and his face was silent, asking her to eat more and replenish her body.

She didn't come to S City for a long time, Fang Yuzhong assigned her a driver, and she didn't have anywhere to go. The city is as bustling and noisy as ever, and it's hard to find a secluded place. She watched in the middle of the traffic, and the traffic and crowd revealed the busyness.

Because the invitation card was delayed when it was in hand, it was not suitable to visit the Ling family at this time, and the arrangements for the wedding must have been extremely painstaking. She asked the driver to take her directly back to the hotel and rested in her room for the whole day.

The Ling family's wedding banquet was known all over the city, and the pomp was huge, and Lan Qingchuan finally saw what it means to be red makeup.