The days of the Lan Manor were silent, and it was almost imperceptible to the flow of time. It had been more than a week since Queen Margaret's banquet, but Lan Qingchuan felt that time had passed too quickly.

Fang Yuzhong had already returned to China, and the affairs of the branch were still waiting for his decisions and instructions. Two or three days after he returned to China, he called and was conveyed by the secretary that he wanted Lan Qingchuan to leave for China. During this period of time, because she was seriously injured and her leg injury had not healed, his request was not excessive, and he also gave her enough leisure and a graceful environment to recuperate. In the blink of an eye, it was April, Lan Qingchuan's injuries had healed, and the bandages on his legs were removed in the manor. The doctor carefully examined her ankle and showed a relieved smile, "The recovery is good, there should be no sequelae." ”

Her grandfather was delighted to hear this, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief. This is his granddaughter who is raised in his heart, and he loves him to the extent that he can't tolerate the slightest damage. The Lan family is now the only one left in his direct bloodline, the old man has been lonely for too long, his daughter Lan Yuange went at a young age, and his son Lan Yuanli left him silently after being gone for many years, and all his love was naturally given to Lan Qingchuan.

Lan Zongrong heard about the accident a few years ago, and he was very angry. Fang Yuzhong sent that group of outlaws to prison without mercy, and their family was also severely defeated, leaving no room for it. Lan Zongrong was slightly satisfied, but the big stone pressed in his heart had not fallen for a long time. Her injuries were severe, and she was so young, and he was afraid that it would affect her later life.

Lan Qingchuan recovered well, his voice and demeanor were the same as before, and he even had a gentle smile. When Fang Yuzhong came, he told him that his tone was indifferent, and he was extremely dissatisfied that she had an entanglement with the Han family's son. Han's is a long-established enterprise in China, and its methods have always been ruthless, and compared with Lan's, its foundation is still shallow. Lan Zongrong fiddled with the chess pieces, the jade stones were round and cold, he touched it in his hand, and glanced at Fang Yuzhong with a smile. He didn't say anything about this matter, and he was a little happy to see Fang Yuzhong's increasingly gloomy face. Fang Yuzhong went back from his study with a cold face, they hadn't talked again in France for so many days. Lan Zongrong breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, after Lan Qingchuan's accident, his full anger turned to Fang Yuzhong, and he was thinking about how to find something unpleasant for him.

Lan Qingchuan is not his tool, why should he fiddle with it. Lan Zongrong suppressed it, and went to the flower hall to drink tea with Lan Qingchuan.

This granddaughter is exquisite, quiet and self-controlled, and has a very accurate grasp of proportion. He feared that she was too calm and indifferent, and that she had lost her mother's gentleness and gentleness. A girl of this age should have smiled more. What she likes, Lan Zongrong has always followed her. He was even worried now that Fang Yuzhong's harsh and ruthless methods would transform his beloved grandson into a person who was too cold and ruthless like himself, which was obviously not his original intention.

Lan Qingchuan sat in the flower hall, where a large number of cherry blossoms were planted, and now in the season, they are blooming just right, like a layer of pink clouds in the sky. Her white mother sat with her, delicate pastries on the small white tea table, and the tea had been drunk.

Lan Zongrong walked in, it was quite warm inside, the sun was mild, and it was not dazzling. He found a place to sit down, and smiled a little, "You girl, you steal half a day's leisure." Did you send all those friends back? ”

The white mother stood up and nodded slightly as a sign of courtesy, and Lan Zongrong waved his hand and was talking to Lan Qingchuan. She took the glass teapot on the table and went out to refill the water with a smile on her face.