Lan Qingchuan held his hand instead, with a warm and wide palm, light complexion and deep wrinkles, these hands led her through that gray and cold childhood.

She whispered, pressing her face into the palm of his hand. Mom patted her on the shoulder from behind her and comforted her wordlessly.

Even if she was reluctant, Lan Qingchuan still left, but the old man still didn't send her, sitting alone in the huge study, like a statue silent in the grand sun.

On the day Lan Qingchuan came back, Han Luochen went to the airport to pick her up. The young man wore a hooded sweatshirt with a hooded hat, and his black hair was exposed to his forehead in short bursts. He has a tall figure, excellent proportions, black trousers, and a pair of long legs that are slender and beautiful. The crowd at the airport came and went, and they all took a curious look at him and thought it was a star somewhere. Han Luochen glanced coldly at the gaze around him, his temperament was cold, and when he looked up, he only saw the sharp bamboo-like eyebrows, and his eyes were covered by sunglasses, which was an outfit that wanted to avoid the sight as much as possible. If he didn't want to see Lan Qingchuan, who would want to come to such a noisy and noisy place and be exposed to everyone's eyes.

Lan Qingchuan's maternal grandfather originally sent a private jet to send her back to China, because considering her physical condition, he didn't want her identity to be exposed and attract media attention. Lan Qingchuan felt that this would attract more attention, so he refused. Her grandfather was not at ease, so he set up a few bodyguards to escort him, and reported to him when he arrived safely.

There is her private passage at the airport, Han Luochen waited and waited and didn't see her, and after seeing the time, he took out his mobile phone and called, "Did you get off the plane?" The master is blind, and he didn't find you. ”

Her amusing voice came from the other end, "I'm outside the airport, and I'm in a private lane." Han Luochen pressed his eyebrows when he heard this, how carried away he was, why didn't he think of this stubble.

He squeezed his way out of the crowd, during which his phone almost squeezed out, and he hurriedly shouted, "Wait for me, come right away." And he hung up.

Lan Qingchuan looked at the phone with a black screen amusedly, and waited outside according to his words. This is south of the airport, where there is less traffic, and she stands there, very conspicuous. The girl's appearance looks young and stunning, with snowy skin and red lips, and a pair of eyes that are rare and quiet and beautiful, like a lake with sparkling water. She didn't have much luggage, and she had already been sent to Xilin's villa. She simply carried a bag in her hand, and the scarf she took off was tied to it.

Han Luochen quickly came over, and when she ran over, she saw her quiet and beautiful back at a glance. The girl was wearing a beige coat, shoulder-length hair, not very long, some strands of hair pulled back of her head, and silk plum hairpins pinned.

She didn't pay attention to his approach, and stood with her hands in her hands, with a small leather bag hooked on her wrist, and swayed it gently, looking a little bored. This place is full of layers of woods in the distance, and there is really nothing to see.

He walked in, put his arm around her waist from behind, and picked her up all at once. Lan Qingchuan was obviously startled, his hands quickly withdrew and struggled, and when he touched his hand, he slowly paused, turned his head and his face fluctuated slightly, still holding the fright just now, "Don't let go yet." ”

He obediently put her down, and she was just relieved when the young man twisted her around, and gave her another tight hug, this time not picking her up again. She raised her hand and patted him on the back, disgusted, "There are many people, and there is no measure." ”