At afternoon tea, it was a solitary time for two people.

The sunlight is gentle, penetrating layer by layer, shining white and shining. Lan Qingchuan held a porcelain cup, a delicate teacup with dark blue and gold painting, which was freshly boiled milk, mixed with tea leaves, and was well handled, and there was no smell of milk, only the freshness of green tea.

She is sick and has the habit of taking a nap in the afternoon. Ou Yanzhe looked at her expression, calm and a little tired. She lowered her eyes and just drank the tea, only if it would refresh her.

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep, and I'll let Joey take you to the guest room. Or, if you want to be here, you can too. ”

She was stunned for a moment, she really didn't expect him to observe so carefully. She is indeed tired, especially when facing him, she is even more defensive, because she is weak, she doesn't have much energy, and he and his family can't deal with it casually.

"No, no." She stood up, stood up and looked at the greenhouse surrounded by roses, the flowers were fragrant and intense, she took a deep breath and said, "Please worry, I'll just go." ”

Ou Yanzhe put down the teacup.

She was still the same as she had been a few days ago, pale and emaciated, and her fingers exposed outside her cuffs were crystal white, like the first falling snow. This is a well-deserved oriental beauty, with black hair and snow skin, beautiful and graceful, and very charming.

It's just that every time she sees her, she always has to be so guarded. She didn't trust him, it was obvious.

He didn't think about managing their relationship well. But in fact, her resistance like this gave him a bit of a headache. He was scheming first, and Lan Qingchuan's cold attitude towards him was naturally reasonable.

It's just that he is inevitably a little depressed.

He was strong and persecutive, it was his fault, and marriage was far from being so important to him, until he chose her. But he can be assured of his loyalty and protection after marriage.

It was a loveless marriage, but he tried to keep it long.

"I'm with you." He walked up to her, he was very tall, and when he looked down at her, he even felt a sense of oppression. Lan Qingchuan looked at his dark blue eyes, he couldn't understand at all, he only felt that it was too deep and cold, like the bottom of the sea. She took a few more steps, trying to get away from his side.

Ou Yanzhe followed behind her silently, behaving perfectly, looking like a gentle and considerate gentleman.

In the evening, small family gatherings break up. Before leaving, Lady Shari gave her a brocade box, and when she opened it, she saw that it was a bracelet from jasper. Madame looked at her and smiled gently: "Take it, this is the ancestral bracelet of the Lian family, and I will give you a better one when you get married." ”

Lan Qingchuan's fingers trembled, and his mind suddenly remembered that dark and bloody day. At that time, she was a prisoner bird with no memory, and she was taken into the delicate shackles of white jade.

She forced a smile and thanked Lady Shari. None of the people present noticed her abnormality, only Ou Yanzhe saw it.

He personally sent her back to the manor, and the two sat in the back seat facing each other, without any words in common, but Ou Yanzhe still broke the silence.

He asked, "Don't you like the pair of bracelets?" Seeing that Lan Qingchuan clenched his fingers, although he was depressed, he was still a little girl who was easy to show her emotions and weaknesses. He smiled: "If you don't like it, just put it away." ”

"The little girl wears it, it's heavy, the style is old, and it's always not good-looking." He quietly smeared her words.