Ou Yanzhe made a hard note in his heart for Clarence's big mouth, and said with a gentle smile on his face: "Clarence always likes to make a big fuss, how can you believe him?" ”

"Fuss?" The old lady choked and trembled with anger: "Shut up!" ”

Lan Qingchuan heard about this, and when he walked to the living room, he saw Ou Yanzhe's helpless expression, and there was an old lady sitting next to him, with a pair of blue eyes that were almost exactly the same as Ou Yanzhe. The old lady wore a top hat, and she looked quite tall, old but very well maintained, but at the moment she looked uneasy.

Lan Qingchuan hesitated, and Ou Yanzhe looked up and happened to see her.

"Why come down, don't you have a good rest in the room." He walked over and grabbed her hand, straightened her hair, and put it on her forehead, eager to hug her directly. When the old lady saw this, she snorted heavily.

Lan Qingchuan was moved by him, and in front of the elders again, his ears were red, and he said in a low voice: "You still don't let go of me." ”

Old Madam Hetan looked even more angry. Lan Qingchuan stepped forward and said hello, "Hello old lady." ”

This girl's face is calm and good-looking, her body is clear, and her eyes are not shocked.

When the old lady saw it, she remembered Lan Yuange a few years ago, and then remembered the bad story between Xie Xiton and the Lan family.

She snorted again: "Hiko, that's how she takes care of you?" You, lady, look weak, how can I take good care of you? ”

For Ou Yanzhe's marriage, he chose thousands of times, which one was not better than this Lan family? Except for this snow-white beauty skin, she really couldn't see what Ou Yanzhe liked about her.

"Grandmother, I said it all, it was an accident." Ou Yanzhe sighed and helped Lan Qingchuan to sit down, "If you are so angry, your great-grandson will be scared." ”

The old lady's heart skipped a beat, and she was sure that she had heard it correctly. She turned her head to look at Lan Qingchuan, then looked at her flat belly, and said, "Is this there?" ”

Lan Qingchuan nodded: "Yes." ”

The old lady restrained her anger, put her hand on a soft satin chair beside her, and said, "Come here, I'll take a look." ”

Lan Qingchuan's complexion was not very good, his face was a little pale, and as he got closer, he became more and more dazzling. Old Madam Hetan didn't know if she was so thin in the past, so she frowned and said, "Why are you so thin?" ”

Lan Qingchuan had no choice but to reply: "I had a serious illness before marriage, and my body was not very good, but during this time in the Rose Castle, I have already raised a lot. ”

The old lady was silent for a moment, with a straight face, and gave the maid beside her a look, and Joey followed. After a while, the two of them came up with large and small brocade boxes, and several people moved over behind them.

"It's all for my future great-grandchildren." The old lady eased her expression, looked at Lan Qingchuan's thin layer of belly, and her eyes turned away easily.

The old lady was tired from a long journey, and she was about to go to sleep in a while. Because he was still angry with Ou Yanzhe, he didn't say a word to him.

Lan Qingchuan couldn't help but look at the brocade boxes on the table, turned to Ou Yanzhe and said, "Why don't you go and see the old lady?" ”

Ou Yanzhe sat beside her, reached out and touched her belly, and said with a smile: "She is used to frowning and hiding her worries. ”

Lan Qingchuan took his hand away and smiled a little. I heard Ou Yanzhe sticking to her stomach and whispering, "Baby son, Dad is here." ”

"How do you know it's a son?"

"Intuition."