Hanging Gardens.

At this time, the night has fallen, and the stars are brilliant. The air is full of herbaceous floral aromas, as well as light fruity notes. The sound of a quietly flowing spring came to my ears, and the cool night breeze washed away the fatigue caused by the noise in the banquet hall.

Staying for a while, when Lan Qingchuan was about to leave, he suddenly heard the sound of a quarrel in the grass and trees in front of him, followed by a sound of falling water. The sound went unnoticed in the ballroom. Surprised for a moment, Lan Qingchuan saw a tall, neatly dressed man walking over. The eyebrows and eyes were a little gloomy in the moonlight, hiding anger, but they were also a little familiar, like where they had seen it.

Seeing her, the man paused slightly, his attitude was polite but detached, and he only bowed his head lightly, which showed that he was not lightly angry.

After he left, Lan Qingchuan walked over along the movement just now.

Hidden by vegetation, a man-pulled stream is still trickling. It's just that there is a teenager lying on his back on the shore, quietly supporting his arms, looking at the night sky with his neck tilted, as if he doesn't mind being wet all over at the moment.

Oh, it turned out to be him. Lan Qingchuan was a little funny, although he hadn't seen him a few times, he was in a lot of situations every time.

The boy's hair was wet, short, sticking to his forehead, his eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with thin droplets, his shirt was soaked and transparent, and his custom-made suit was ripped aside by him, and a lot of water was sprinkled. Hearing the footsteps, he frowned his straight brows, and with a roll of his eyes, he saw Lan Qingchuan standing beside him.

Lan Qingchuan looked down at him, only to see that there was a dark night in his beautiful brown eyes.

He only glanced at her, then raised his head to look at the stars. The graceful curved side face is bathed in the moonlight, clear and smooth, like the finest jade.

Lan Qingchuan also ignored him anymore, and was about to walk away as soon as he took a step.

The young man roughly wiped the water droplets from his neck and face, and his long eyelashes blinked, and called out to her: "It turned out to be your banquet." I want to know that I would have rushed over a long time ago, and I wouldn't have beaten my second brother. ”

He has always been reluctant to participate in this kind of dinner, and it is usually just that, but this time his second brother didn't know what was crazy about smoking, so he made a special trip to pull him out of his comfort zone. As soon as he complained, he kicked him into the water.

Awful. He laughed to himself. As the eldest of the Han family, he can't play a role, and in the eyes of his parents, he is a gentleman who doesn't learn and doesn't listen to discipline.

Her voice was not heard. The boy turned his head to see the girl's beautiful but expressionless face staring at him, as if she were looking at a vexatious child.

Looking at her indifferent and quiet face, the young man had bad thoughts in his heart.

He jumped up from the water and splashed countless splashes, all of which were splashed towards Lan Qingchuan. At such a speed, Lan Qingchuan couldn't dodge at all, she pulled half of her wet trousers and looked at him coldly.

Seeing her frowning brow, the young man laughed heartily, swept away the condensation on his face before, and smiled like a cherry blossom on a swaggering branch.

Lan Qingchuan walked away quickly, not giving him a single look.

The banquet was over, and it was already midnight. Fang Yuzhong was very satisfied with Lan Qingchuan's performance, and was just about to finish sending off the last guest, when his secretary told him that the eldest lady had left ten minutes ago. Fang Yuzhong's smile sank.

Xilin Xiaoxia.

The night breeze is cold to the bone. Lan Qingchuan changed into a long ocean-colored dress in the middle of the banquet, and after getting out of the car, the housekeeper hurriedly helped her put on a flannel shawl.

At this time, two extremely dazzling beams of light suddenly pierced from behind the wrought iron gate, and with a car roar, the young man at the banquet jumped out of the car, bent his lips, beckoned to her, and smiled unscrupulously.

The housekeeper obviously recognized his identity and was about to open the door, but heard Lan Qingchuan say, "Ignore him." The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and asked her in surprise: "That's Han Luochen, the third son of the Han family, and the other master of Xilin, wouldn't it be good?" ”

Lan Qingchuan had already walked into the villa and ignored her words. The housekeeper had to apologize, but the boy didn't care, jumped on his bright red Ferrari, and walked away like the wind. The housekeeper was inexplicable.

Lan Qingchuan knew very well that Han Luochen himself was a big trouble that could not be contaminated. He is too self-proclaimed, and no one can restrain him, but to stay away.