Someone sent it, and Han Luochen was naturally willing. Han Chi picked up the car in the garage and opened the window slightly to let out the cool night breeze. He glanced at Han Luochen, who was in the co-pilot, where the old god was there, "Address?" ”

Han Luochen sneered, "Don't you all know? Han Chi looked at him, "My patience is limited, you better be restrained." ”

He snorted and turned his head.

When he arrived at Xilin Xiaoxia, he was originally drowsy in the passenger seat, when a beam of light came in front of him, although it soon dimmed, but Han Luochen still opened his eyes and saw that there were two villas near him and Lan Qingchuan, and vehicles rarely drove in on weekdays. He had a hunch, it must be Lan Qingchuan.

It's been a week since I last saw her, but that meeting was just a passing one.

He missed it so much that he pressed the window down a little more. Sure enough, it was Lan Qingchuan, the car was parked in the yard of her house, she just got out of the car, wearing a white turtleneck, a big tassel shawl outside, and her hair was only up to her shoulders. She was facing him, but she lowered her head slightly to take something from her bag, and Han Luochen could see her clearly from this angle, but she didn't notice him. Since Han Chi was nearby, he couldn't call her name, so he looked away with some regret.

He didn't know that Han Chi had already heard about his younger brother and Lan Qingchuan from his parents, and naturally noticed his actions.

The car drove a little over, and Han Chi looked at the slender figure, but unexpectedly happened to meet her eyes. It was a pair of extremely beautiful and silent eyes, with the cold and damp mist of the night. Han Chi was stunned and pulled his gaze back.

He looked at his younger brother who was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed in the mirror, and his thoughts turned back and forth, and he suddenly remembered what his mother had just said in the study.

I don't think his liking will last long. ”

Han Chi retracted his thoughts and made a slight smile, it seems that his mother is going to miscalculate this time, Lan Qingchuan, this girl, is a stunning girl who has not yet grown up. The clarity in those eyes seems to penetrate people's hearts.

Han Luochen would like her, it seemed to be a matter of course.

When Han Luochen returned home, he slammed the car door, raised his eyebrows, his expression was cold, and repeated again, "Tell them that I won't agree, never." "There are still colors on his face, and the corners of his mouth are a little swollen, and he has always been this arrogant look that he doesn't care.

Han Chi was expressionless, and he didn't look at him, "Leave this sentence to yourself." He flicked the steering wheel, made a nice turn, and walked away.

He turned on the lights and went upstairs without changing his slippers. It wasn't until I entered the bedroom that I felt that all the strength in my body was suddenly drained and disappeared without a trace. He collapsed on the bed, slowly closing his heavy eyelids.

The next day, when Lan Qingchuan was eating breakfast on the balcony, he heard Han Luochen's shout.

She put down her sliced baguette and looked downstairs. He stood by the street lamp in the courtyard, dressed thinly and with a simple black coat over it.

A tall, thin and beautiful teenager smiled like never before in the pale cherry blossom forest in early spring.

Lan Qingchuan smiled slightly.

After Han Luochen came up, she saw the wound on the corner of his mouth. The left side of his face was bruised, apparently by being fanned out by force.

She thought about it and knew that it was none other than his parents and relatives who could make him slap this slap without fighting back.

"I'll go find the potion and wipe it for you."

She sighed and looked at his bright brown eyes, his expression softened in the morning light.