He re-grasped her two hands, pinched her chin with the other, and held it high to reveal her snow-white slender neck and graceful collarbones that curved downward. His eyes were dark, his lips were bright red and moist, and he lowered his head to bite her neck. Lan Qingchuan was so angry that his face turned red, and he struggled to kick him with his foot. Ou Yanzhe obviously didn't pay attention to her petty fights, and her slender and powerful left leg pressed into it, pushing her deeper into the sofa, and her whole body seemed to be nailed.

Joey stood behind the curtain and couldn't help but worry when he heard the movement inside. Suddenly, I heard Lan Qingchuan scream, and he was a little hoarse in the struggle, and his heart tightened, followed by the extremely crisp slap of his two palms and her angry scolding: "Shameless!" ”

Joey silently walked away.

Ou Yanzhe didn't get close to her for a long time, and he hated her in his heart, so his movements lost proportion. Lan Qingchuan covered his placket, frightened and undecided, still angry. She wore a plain violet dress, the hem of which flipped up as she struggled, revealing a large patch of snow white on her legs. She curled up in her seat, her chin and cheeks were red marks from Ou Yanzhe's over-pinching, and her eyes were forced to be calm, but anger burned out of them. She was still angry after a few blows, holding herself with her arms and sharp eyes.

Ou Yanzhe saw that she was trembling with anger after these actions, and half of the anger in her heart was suppressed by the love and longing that rose up. Lan Qingchuan was extremely angry, and his hand in the face was not small, he squatted down with his eyes down, reached out for her to straighten the skirt that was turned up on her knees, and picked up the lambskin shoes that fell when she was struggling on the ground, held her ankles, and lowered his head to put them on her.

Lan Qingchuan leaned on the chair, his anger did not subside, and he said in a low voice: "What do you mean by this?" She retracted her foot, unwilling to let him touch. Ou Yanzhe knelt on one knee and grabbed her ankle tightly, so that she had nowhere to dodge, and heard the words: "What do you say?" ”

"I sent you the agreement a long time ago. I made it clear that day, and I don't want to see you again. She was so angry that her fingers turned pale.

"The thin paper of the divorce agreement, you and I will sign it?" Ou Yanzhe raised his eyes, his deep and handsome face was dark and cold under the light, he raised his eyebrows and looked at a deep bite mark on her neck that could not be hidden, and smiled with confidence, "You fight with me, how can I let you get your wish." Dongyu was raised by me, how did you win me? ”

Lan Qingchuan pushed him away fiercely, and stood up unsteadily, he still held her wrist tightly with one hand, maintaining a posture of touching the ground on one knee, raising his eyebrows with a smile, and his eyes were full of deep and unfathomable thoughts and calculations.

Lan Qingchuan hated him the most.

"Tata, you have succeeded Fang Yuzhong, and in the past three years, you have grown in your wings and achieved quite a lot. But you have to know that in China, in Paris, even if you are in charge of the entire Lan clan, you may not be able to fight me. ”

"You abandoned Dong Yu and chose the family, what can you get?" Ou Yanzhe's eyes gradually became cold, as if there was someone else who had just gotten out of control, he sneered, "After three years, if you want to get back to Dongyu from me, don't even think about it, it's impossible." ”

Lan Qingchuan's face was pale, his words stabbed her, she had always felt guilty about Dong Yu, but she didn't expect him to be vicious and hateful in his words.

"I didn't abandon ......," she said in a trembling voice, "that's what you said to Dong Yu?" ”