Lan Qingchuan felt irritable and bored when she looked at it, she had a big belly and was inconvenient to walk. And because of her noble status, the seat is also adjacent to Ou Yanzhe. Lan Qingchuan listened for a while and sat down. The old president of the Chamber of Commerce came late, his face was wrinkled, and his eyes were not very clear. Ou Yanzhe has always been not very good at dealing with him, but when the two meet, they have a calm posture and a lovely smile. This old president, Lan Qingchuan, has heard a little, he has some Jewish blood and strong assets, but now that he is old and his power is declining, he is unwilling to be hindered by Ou Yanzhe, and he is trying to help his only son ascend to the throne. The old man is also hard, and he should enjoy his old age in peace, but he clung to the place of the Chamber of Commerce and did not let go for a moment. She looked into the cloudy eyes that looked at her, stood up and nodded slightly. The brown-haired man next to the old man saluted her back. Lan Qingchuan looked at it, and his face was extremely mediocre, especially in front of Ou Yanzhe. She sat down with her stomach and smiled slightly, the elder would work hard to hold him up, if he didn't have excellent strength, how could he survive under Ou Yanzhe and hold on to the square inch of this chamber of commerce?

Ou Yanzhe seems to be smiling, his eyes are gentle, but his eyes are deep. He turned his head to Lan Qingchuan's gaze, glanced at his little lady with a big belly, and walked towards her from the crowd.

"Tired?"

In full view of everyone, he reached out and touched her belly, and gave her the family crest on the placket. His eyes were deep, and he looked at the tens of thousands of feelings hidden. Lan Qingchuan let him move, feeling extremely uncomfortable. There are many people in the circle who know each other, and the family tools of Philip and Martha have already arrived, and it is inevitable that they will be watched. She was thin-skinned, and she secretly pushed him from an angle that others couldn't see.

"I'm tired, I'll go to the lounge." She stood up slowly with her waist on her back and glanced sideways at him. He didn't let go, as if he was going to send her there.

"I'll do it myself." In the blink of an eye, Martha and her father approached, and she stopped, "Come back soon." ”

Ou Yanzhe smiled: "Okay." ”

The crowd faded away from her, and she walked down the wide corridor, listening to the noise of people behind her ears. There was a soft plush carpet underfoot, and there was no sound when I walked. She walked slowly with her waist on her back, and from the window she could see the whole of central Paris. This season, it is already a scene of life. Parisians are delicate and romantic, full of flowers. She leaned against the window, staring down at a pot of delicately trimmed white palms at her hand. Just standing for a while, she was extremely tired, she retracted her gaze, and was about to leave, when she took a small step, and the whole person was stunned.

At the other window nearby, the curtain was heavy, and the man leaned his head sideways, also leaning against the window, in this position, I don't know how long he looked at her.

Lan Qingchuan thought that he would never meet him again. Now it seems that this is all a conjecture, an escape. Yes, as the head of the Han family now, and have close business contacts with Paris, how can they never meet again.

She was stunned for a moment, until he straightened his back, stood up straight, and looked at her quietly. Lan Qingchuan suddenly realized that he was already so tall, wearing the shirt and formal clothes he hated the most when he was a teenager, his hair was meticulously combed, and his face was clearly defined and his eyebrows were delicate.