Mr. Langerake has been in a warm spring breeze lately, and he is smiling gracefully at everyone. The young man still had a lot of affairs, so he asked a friend to go to the racecourse to run horses. Filipfer's youngest son is now two years old, and he is so precious that he shows off wherever he goes, and wherever he meets.

Ou Yanzhe was not very fond of this soft and ignorant creature, but the child did like him, a group of people rode horses on the pasture, and he took the children in the rest area. This feeling was very aggrieved, so he began to want to give Filipor some unpleasantness, so that he could restrain his domineering pride.

The child felt his pondering, and tugged at his blonde braid, and the ribbon was pulled in his hand.

Ou Yanzhe pulled his hand away and said to the little fellow who didn't understand anything, "You're the first to catch my braids, kid." ”

The little one giggled, thinking he was teasing it.

Ou Yanzhe was helpless, and finally went back with shoulder-length blonde hair. The housekeeper re-dressed him, because today he made an appointment with Mr. Lan, the one in the Lan family's manor.

In fact, he was more willing to see Lan Qingchuan than Lan Yuanli. Except for seeing Mr. Lan Zongrong once at the funeral, he has not seen her on any occasion so far. I heard that he was sick and recuperated in the manor, but no one was seen.

He didn't expect Lan Zongrong to die suddenly, otherwise he wouldn't have pressed so hard. Lan Qingchuan is still young, soft and immature, and her excellent methods will leave a shadow in her heart, and she will even hate it.

Thinking of this, he was a little anxious, which was not much different from his original intention, but he had never been so unhappy.

Lan Qingchuan made a personal promise and was willing to marry into the Rose Castle. This was learned from her uncle, this man frowned, elegant and noble face, sharp eyes, dark expression, even gloomy.

He said, "At this point, Marquis, I have nothing to say. Qingchuan's marriage, the decision is up to her. The man snorted coldly, "I hope you can match the means you use to her." ”

"Mr. Ou, if she is slightly wronged, the entire Lan clan will fight with you Langlak to the end."

Ou Yanzhe listened, his face did not move, he smiled, "I naturally like her." Mr. Lan, don't worry. ”

In the huge circle of celebrities in Paris, he has only noticed one Lan Qingchuan for many years, and she is the only one who has taken a fancy to her, and she is in his eyes.

Then he offered to visit his fiancée. Lan Yuanli said coldly that as long as she was willing to see him, there was nothing she could do.

Lan Yuanli was really dissatisfied with him.

Ou Yanzhe thought about it and handed over the post, but he didn't expect Lan Qingchuan to meet him.

The Oriental girl sat in thin silence in the little garden, with a beautiful face that was emblematic of beauty, but expressionless, and her eyes were as quiet as the lake in the manor.

Ou Yanzhe sat down across from her, smiled and greeted.

Lan Qingchuan raised his head to look at him and asked directly, "Why me?" She asked suddenly, and the blond man paused, put the teacup on the table, and there was a clatter, crisp sound.

He's also not welcome, "There's no why." Miss Lan, it just so happens that your surname is Lan, and for me, it is the most suitable time. ”

She shook her head, "Mr. Longerak, my classmates say you are an elegant gentleman. ”

His face remained unchanged, and he asked rhetorically, "What do you think?" ”