It's a quarter past eight, and the clock has already struck.

Lan Qingchuan stood up, his eyes calm and clear, like a rose blooming in the early hours of the morning.

Ou Yanzhe walked over and took her hand. In front of everyone's eyes, she struggled for a moment, but before she could break free, he held it tighter, palms close to each other, fingertips clasped.

The servants laughed, kind and blessed.

They walked out together like ordinary newlyweds in the world, and their backs looked like this. Joey followed behind, always keeping the most appropriate distance.

The Château de la Rose is so beautiful from a distance, it is where the most powerful men in Paris live. And the most powerful Mr. Ou Yanzhe is leaning on her to doze off.

Lan Qingchuan was half hugged by him, half of his body was stiff, and his old butler was sitting in the opposite position, she was helpless. In fact, she was more tired than he was.

When he entered the main entrance, Ou Yanzhe woke up. He glanced out the window, then at Lan Qingchuan, and then at Steward Joey.

"Young master, madam, I'm already home." He prompted.

Lan Qingchuan stretched his arm slightly, his soreness was unbearable, and he couldn't help but hold his wrist with his hand.

Ou Yanzhe looked sorry, "Are you okay?" ”

He slept for so long, how could she be okay. Exhaling lightly, she put away the magazine on her lap and said lightly: "It's okay, I'm fine." ”

"It's fine." He grabbed one of her frozen arms, and when the strength was greater, she frowned again and again, it was indeed uncomfortable.

"Remember to wake me up next time." He lowered his head and rubbed her, from her wrist to her elbow, back and forth many times, tirelessly.

Joey was stunned, because his young master had never been so considerate and gentle to anyone.

Lan Qingchuan blushed and pushed him, "That's enough." Glancing at Joey, the old butler was smiling happily, and his eyes looked much kinder.

"Go down quickly." She urged again, and withdrew her arm, his wrists red from him.

Ou Yanzhe got out of the car and took her to the main hall. Along the way, I met a lot of servants. People bowed to them and called her "Madame".

Thinking that she was young, she had already become someone else's wife.

When they arrived at the main hall, Ou Yanzhe's parents were already there, and they were drinking tea.

When the handsome son walked in with his daughter-in-law, their eyes lit up, they were really a natural pair.

Mrs. Sharry recalled that she had just heard that her son was going to marry Lan Qingchuan, and she was very surprised. How did this young lady, who grew up in the Lan family's manor, make Ou Yanzhe repeatedly reject the wife his grandmother had chosen for him? At that time, Mrs. Sha Rui had never seen Lan Qingchuan, but she had seen Lan Yuange and Fang Yuzhong, and Lan Qingchuan's appearance would not be bad if she thought about it.

After seeing it, this girl looks good and has a good temperament, and she is a sign of calmness. It's just that he can get along with Ou Yanzhe.

Ou Yanzhe has been competitive since he was a child, has a strong personality, has a deep city, has a thousand turns of thought, and has endless means. He was gentle and eloquent on his face, but Lady Saray knew her son, and he was not a good person to get along with.

Lan Qingchuan obviously knew this, Ou Yanzhe did everything, took advantage of the fire to rob, threatened the Lan family, and forced her to make a choice. No one will be reconciled, she was forced into this situation, compromised but left a knot in her heart.

Now it seems that there is no chance of turning around.

Ou Yanzhe took Lan Qingchuan by the hand and shouted, "Father, mother." She called it the same.