A month passed quickly, and Lan Qingchuan's academic progress this year was finally completed. Fang Yuzhong was probably very satisfied with her recent performance, leaving her precious personal time at the end of the year.

But at the end of the year, everyone was busy. She prepared a gift to go to the Ling family's old house, only Mrs. Ling was there, Mr. Ling went abroad to negotiate the contract, and took Ling Haofeng with him, it has been several weeks, and he has not come back, so it is difficult to come.

Mrs. Ling likes Suzhou-style dim sum, so Lan Qingchuan invited the master and made several boxes of authentic and exquisite refreshments and sent them over. Mrs. Ling's health has not been good recently, the housekeeper in the house led her to the bedroom, she was lying on the bed, with many soft pillows behind her, a porcelain cup in her hand, and the TV was still on, but she had no energy.

Seeing her coming, she was very happy, but also a little worried, "Qingchuan, this ice and snow, are the clothes thick?" You've just had an illness, can you handle it? ”

She shook her head, "Aunt Ling, I'm much better." But you, according to the butler, have been sick for a long time. Mrs. Ling sighed, "When people are old, if they have a little illness or pain, it will be extremely difficult. Xiao Feng was more nervous than his father, and he had to come over several times a day to see him, which made me worry about him being cold. It's just a little bit of a headache and dizziness, and the old and the young are all circling in front of me, and none of them stop. She took a sip of tea and said, "Fortunately, the two of them went abroad, and finally quieted down." She waved her hand, and the smile on her face was very happy.

Lan Qingchuan listened as he refilled her tea, "Brother Ling is careful about it, I haven't finished the supplements I sent when I was sick." She chatted with Mrs. Ling for a while, and seeing that she was gradually getting tired, she pulled the quilt to cover her and walked out softly.

In the afternoon, Chuangzhi held a board meeting, and her father Fang Yuzhong asked her to come over and gave her a seat. She listened to the meeting in silence, and she was the only one who was still immature during the whole banquet. Fang Yuzhong sat with her in the conference room after the meeting, and the atmosphere in the huge room was dull. Lan Qingchuan opened the window, sorted out his thoughts, and answered some questions at the meeting. Fang Yuzhong didn't look at the information in his hand, clasped his hands, and leaned silently on the seat at the front, his expression unpredictable. He didn't say a word, indicating that he was still satisfied with her answer.

It wasn't too early, and he finally spoke, "Go back." Keep it that way, and nothing else needs to be cared about. The meaning that he will deal with it for her shows that he has taken action on the farce of the previous time.

Lan Qingchuan bowed, and he didn't know if he heard his words, so he walked out without saying a word.

"Don't be late for the party of Wisdom." He called out to her, his voice low. Lan Qingchuan turned sideways slightly, did not look back, and naturally did not see his expression at this time.

"Got it." It's always just these three words, when facing your own father. The relationship between superiors and subordinates, the formulaic tone.

Fang Yuzhong sat on the top floor of the towering buildings in the city, and suddenly there was another wrinkle in his heart. He sighed softly, retracting his gaze from her back as she walked farther and farther away.

It's New Year's Day in the blink of an eye. Han Luochen came to eat, his old housekeeper went home, and the chef also took a holiday. He'd been eating out all the time, and suddenly he missed the food at home.

He came to Lan Qingchuan, her house was also empty, only one or two maids, and the housekeeper also went back on vacation. It's not time to eat yet, she sits on the balcony on the second floor and reads, the hanging basket is swaying, it can be seen that she is in a good mood.