As she spoke, fireworks suddenly rose outside the window she was leaning on. The night sky is gorgeous and magnificent. Lan Qingchuan's eyebrows moved, and he saw Ou Yanzhe from the reflection of the glass. The two looked at each other.

Lan Qingchuan turned his head to look at him.

He was dipped in wine, his face was a thin red, and there was a little smile on his face, but his eyes seemed to be smiling, and he was very quiet and unpredictable.

Madame Sharui laughed when she saw it: "Qingchuan has only been sitting for a while, and you have come here?" There is no body, hurry up and wash your face. Qingchuan, you take him upstairs, let him sleep if he can't hold it. At the same time, he took people out of the table to watch the fireworks.

Lan Qingchuan stood up and held him up, and said softly, "Let's go." ”

He relaxed the strength of his whole body, Lan Qingchuan saw through his intentions, raised his eyebrows and said, "Pretending to be drunk?" Stand up. ”

The servant led her to the guest room on the second floor, which was Ou Yanzhe's usual room. The room equipment is antique, quite precious, even the bed is the old antique step bed, covered with soft and heavy brocade, the bed curtain is tulle, layered, the room is burned with a good smell of sunken wood, the fragrance is wisps. After putting the person down, Lan Qingchuan was about to leave, when he was pressed against the satin on the bed, and his snort came from his face, with some mellow and cold aroma of wine.

Lan Qingchuan patted him on the shoulder, and people didn't know if it was pretending, but she couldn't afford it. The more he pushed, the tighter he hugged.

The door was softly shut, and the interior was lit.

The bridge of his nose was under her eyes, ivory and white, straight and deep, with a kind of striking handsomeness, with a cold and outstanding temperament. His eyes were closed, his full forehead was exposed under his blonde hair, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was always a kind of foresight and solemnity.

Lan Qingchuan couldn't push it, and let out a long breath, not even turning over.

Ou Yanzhe didn't know whether he was really drunk or fake, his eyes didn't open, but his hands began to play hooligan, touching her long hair one by one.

Lan Qingchuan looked up at the top of the tent with delicate embroidery, implying the auspicious group flower Wufu. After a day of spirits, she was a little tired. In the fog, she heard the people on her body calling her nickname.

"Tata."

She answered, and when she opened her eyes, her arm was numb, and it was sore and painful to move.

Ou Yanzhe said in a low voice: "Shall we have a child?" ”

Lan Qingchuan was startled, and most of his sleepiness went away. The man had already opened his eyes, and there was a deep blue and wet mist in his eyes, and it was really impossible to tell if he was drunk or not.

"What did you say?"

She asked.

Ou Yanzhe looked at her, didn't seem to notice what he said, and replied to her in a regular manner: "I want you to give me a baby." ”

At Ou Yanzhe's age, those who are the same age as him or not much different in age, such as Filip, for example, even Lichen already have children. For the nobles, children are not only the guarantee of the succession of the title, but also the guarantee of the continuation of the family.

"You want an heir?" She looked him in the eye, "Yes, it's my obligation. But Ou Yanzhe, my physical condition may not be able to help you give birth to a chubby boy for nothing. ”

He couldn't hear the sarcasm and self-deprecation in her words, and touched her cold cheek, he leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Even if it's a girl, I like it, as long as it's born to you." ”

"Tata, having a child is a complete home. A family, lively, just like the Lian family, just like other families, isn't it? ”