437, the most beautiful love story in the world

"You ......" she looked at it carefully, the cluster was new and bright, the carving was surprisingly exquisite, and it couldn't be made for a while.

"Where did this come from?"

Ou Yanzhe smiled: "Puzo's meeting gift." I can't wear any of the jewels in the water, they are all for you. ”

"He's looking for you to do something?"

"The ban has not been lifted in China, and they are looking for me to do something."

Lan Qingchuan's brows furrowed.

Puzo is an American business tycoon who has business dealings with the Lamb family and has a good relationship. If he wants to open up the trade routes in Paris, Lan is his best partner. But he looked for Ou Yanzhe, and it seems that his uncle did not nod here. If it weren't for politics, her uncle wouldn't have helped out.

Ou Yanzhe is now in power, and no matter how the Lan clan retreats, it seems that he can't escape the unity of interests.

No wonder Lan Yuanli had such an attitude towards him.

Lan Qingchuan pinched the purple chalcedony in her hand, it was cold and refreshing, but it was like a hot potato, and she gave him back.

"Don't like it?" He smiled nonchalantly, "There are several more sets, which have been sent to Paris, you go back and pick them slowly." If not, I have a few diamond mines in Russia. ”

"I'm sorry, I don't have pierced ears, I can't wear them."

Ou Yanzhe looked at it, the pink earlobes were white, and there was really nothing.

"You're going to give me a gift, I don't have a problem. But as I said beforehand, I don't want your gem mine. ”

"Why?" Ou Yanzhe burst into laughter in his chest, and he bent his eyebrows and said, "You are worthy of anything good in this world." ”

Lan Qingchuan kicked him out of the room.

Quietly another period passed.

Since returning to the ChΓ’teau de la Rose, the snowflakes in Paris have been intermittent until the Spring Festival. On Chinese New Year's Eve, it finally stopped.

The Rose Castle is not for the Spring Festival, and Lan Qingchuan returned to the Lan manor early in the morning. Ou Yanzhe went to the Marta Palace and never returned, and the steward of the castle sent her back.

The Lan family's manor has been renovated, and Lan Yuanli only went home for the holiday a few days ago and brought her a new set of clothes.

Lan Qingchuan unfolded the red robe, crying and laughing. I put it on on the first day of the first lunar month.

She is already married, and her uncle still pays New Year's money every year, depending on what he means, he wants to make up for what he didn't pay when he was not in the manor in previous years.

There were only two masters in the manor, and two of the stewards were Asian, and they went home for the holidays, and there were many servants who came and went, so it was lively and lively.

Lan Qingchuan was wearing the red robe given by Lan Yuan, and felt that everyone looked at her strangely. Mom said that the red clothes are good-looking, and the lining is also good.

This robe is a modified brocade cheongsam, with snow-white hair on the edge of the collar and sleeves, and it is embroidered with Fu Lushou.

When Ou Yanzhe came to pick her up at the manor, he saw his little wife lazily basking in the sun in a red robe, and a snow-white cat lying on her lap was turning her belly for her to touch.

Lan Qingchuan didn't listen to him either, and continued to read a book under the sun, eating fruit while flipping.

When someone else came, he lazily entertained: "Sit down, there are candied fruits and candies on the table, pick your favorite food." ”

Ou Yanzhe kissed her on the face very hard.

Lan Qingchuan realized it, touched his face, and turned out a piece of blood orange to block his mouth.

"You're done?"

"Where can I get busy?" He finished chewing and motioned for her to bring another piece. Lan Qingchuan was also accustomed to his cheekiness, and reached out and gave him a fork. He smiled and finished eating: "Go to the ancestral house of the Lian family in the evening and accompany me to pay a New Year's greeting to the old man." ”

Lan Qingchuan then remembered that his mother's family was of Asian descent, and although it was westernized a lot, some customs were still retained.

"Go through the motions, my parents will go too, and I'll accompany you."