Kunge was silent. He took a few steps forward and took the horse. The brown-haired stout man turned the horse's head, unsaddled the saddle, and lowered his voice, "Yancy, you're here for me today. Thank you for the advice, I will think about it. ”

Ou Yanzhe glanced at him with a smile and was noncommittal, "You have a lot of deer here, right?" I'm just here to see the deer today. He emphasized.

"I see."

So Ou Yanzhe went to see the deer with him with great interest, and Steward Joy understood it. His young master likes this way of doing things, and he can't help it.

Ou Yanzhe had been watching the deer for an afternoon, and he had never liked this big-eyed and docile animal much before. But until sunset, his excitement had not diminished, and even Joey had to believe it. When the sun went down, Ou Yanzhe naturally stayed in a simple wooden hut in the forest to eat a game meal.

He has always been rich in **, and he has never tasted such coarse and bland food. Butler Joey poured him water on the side, and heard Kunge sneer, "You really take him everywhere." ”

Ou Yanzhe's status is noble, and wherever he goes, the stars are naturally holding the moon, and Joey's housekeeper takes care of and serves him.

Kunge couldn't get used to his young master's style, but he didn't know that it was a habit he had since he was a child.

Ou Yanzhe took a sip of water, "I don't think there's anything wrong with this." "Steward Joey spends a lot more time with him than he does with his father, and there is no one to compare with him.

Kunge snorted and took a bite of the roasted rabbit meat.

Ou Yanzhe was in a good mood, played all afternoon, and went back after dinner at the Rose Castle.

He was having a good time here, and Lan Yuanli had a headache.

He spent an afternoon negotiating with Miyaikeru, at Château Hesse.

This property is very old, and Miyaikeruo doesn't come often, so it's all taken care of by Bond on the French side, and there are countless wines hidden in the cellar, but Miyaike doesn't touch wine.

Lan Yuanli came according to the agreed time, naturally he would not be alone, he brought black-clothed bodyguards, all of whom were carefully selected.

Château Hesse is not large, and when you come in, you have a feeling of low and oppressive. Lan Yuanli frowned, and quickly covered it up.

The man who led him in was a black-haired and blue-eyed young man with a plain and ruthless face, and it was clear from his demeanor that his status should not be low. The winery is a castle-like building, and when you push the door in, there is a large living room.

But it was very dark in the living room, the curtains were closed on both sides, and there was a chandelier in the room, and there was nothing else to arrange it.

"Now that the guests have arrived, turn on the lights, Gong Shu."

"Yes." The young man next to him turned around and turned on the light, and the room suddenly became much brighter.

Lan Yuanli narrowed his eyes, feeling a faint smell of blood between his noses, and it smelled like someone was injured.

But there are only a few people in the room, and none of them look strange, and their expressions are no different.

"Mr. Lan, sit down." The man who spoke out could only see one side, dressed in black, sitting on a group of sofas.

Lan Yuanli knew in his heart that this man should be the third master of the palace family, Gong Chiruo, the ruler of this underworld family.

But he hadn't thought that Gong Chiruo would be like this, with black hair like a waterfall, and a rare beauty face. Gong Chiruo still looks very young, but he has indeed mastered the Gong family for decades, which is enough to turn the clouds and rain on the underworld.

With a man with such a face, Lan Yuanli only felt weird and dangerous. He had seen all kinds of people, and it was his instinct that he had learned from a thousand faces.

Gong Chiruo has a pair of gray eyes like beasts, so light that they seem ruthless and cold, and when he looks at people with his eyelids raised, he is like a needle in his body.

Lan Yuanli looked at these eyes that were so faint that he couldn't see a shadow, and said in a deep voice, "How can the third master of the palace let me go of Lan Qingchuan?" ”

He went straight to the point, unwilling to stay longer, and raised his eyebrows in displeasure when he saw the owner here.

"In my hands, she is Gong Chuli. Her life is given by me, and people are naturally mine. Gong Chiruo sneered, "There has never been such a person as Lan Qingchuan." ”

"It's an authoritarian idea." Lan Yuanli smiled, his eyes were cold, and he said, "Because of this, you have to erase her memory." He used an affirmative sentence, and his eyebrows condensed, "Why do you have this right?" ”