When she was young, she was weak and weak, but she was grateful for the companionship and careful care of this lady for many days. Otherwise, the Lan Qingchuan more than ten years ago would have been swallowed up by the long river of time and died in that cold despair.

She shouted softly, "Aunt Ling......"

Mrs. Ling hugged her, like seeing a child who had been longing for many years. Her tone was as gentle as ever, "It's been more than ten years, Qingchuan, and we've never forgotten you. It's just that I didn't expect you to return to China, so suddenly, we didn't know. ”

The butler and maid who poured the tea now knew it. This girl with delicate eyebrows and eyes was originally the beloved daughter of Mrs. Lan Yuange, and Lan Qingchuan, the only lady of the Lan chaebol today.

Mrs. Ling held Lan Qingchuan's hand and sat down on the noble rosewood bench, and in a moment, she gradually felt that Lan Qingchuan was no longer the thin and pale girl, she was so young, but she had a graceful and noble appearance that made people look amazing. This kind of appearance and conversation is better than her gentle and gentle mother.

Come to think of it, Mr. Lan Zongrong's cultivation of her probably poured all his energy and affection into her.

When Ling Haofeng, the only son of the Ling family, came home from Qingtan Academy, his mother was seeing Lan Qingchuan off.

The sunset in S City is luxurious and grand, and faintly, the girl who is dyed with grace and softness by the sunset is a little more familiar.

When Mrs. Ling saw him, she beckoned with a smile, and said to Lan Qingchuan, "I regret not letting you see this kid, but I let him catch up with him so coincidentally." ”

Lan Qingchuan, who was about to get into the car, turned his head and saw that Ling Haofeng had already walked over.

The skin is as clean as a snowflake, the eyes are as black as a pearl, and the lips are bent elegantly and politely, like a clear spring gliding through the face, and the breeze is blowing.

He had grown into such a noble and gentle young man, and his gentle breath was as good as ever.

She looked up at him, a slight smile. In the sunset, it is gorgeous and dazzling.

"Brother Ling. Long time no see. ”

Ling Haofeng's heart skipped a beat. Something dusty for years of memories vaguely flashed. When I looked at the girl again, she was already in the car.

He looked at his mother, Mrs. Ling glanced at him, but leaned over and touched the soft fur of the golden retriever, and said slowly,

"That's right, it's Lan Qingchuan. I just returned home. ”

At this time, Mrs. Ling did not expect the blessings and disasters of the two people after this meeting.

And Lan Qingchuan met the catastrophe of her life, and she was also the lucky teenager of her life, a week later.

The Han Luochen she saw at that time was such a young man.

At a glance, he is delicate and beautiful and arrogant and rebellious, with a kind of arrogance that is above the top, just like a stubborn teenager who craves attention in adolescence, never knows how to forbear, and is very confident, only knows how to indulge his best youth.

When they first met, this unbridled teenager was riding a motorcycle like the wind over the fresh falling cherry blossoms of Xilin Xiaoxia. Lan Qingchuan was standing under the cherry blossom tree at that time, and the cherry blossom petals that were stirred up by the strong wind hit her flying long skirt straight on. She looked back in shock, but the boy didn't stop looking, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed out of the distance. Lan Qingchuan only saw his flying black hair and fair side face, so arrogant.

She was suddenly dumbfounded, the other owner of Xilin Xiaoxia was like this, but he lived up to the tranquility and tranquility of this flower forest.

But how could Lan Qingchuan have thought at this time that this reckless teenager with empty eyes and reckless behavior later became a bright spot in her lonely world, which she will remember for the rest of her life.