Ou Yanzhe looked sideways, and looked at him with a pair of deep blue eyes. After a moment he smiled and said, "I don't know much about him. But out of so many people I've met, he's the kind of person who makes me uncomfortable. ”

"Uncomfortable?" Lan Qingchuan Zhiyi, I don't quite understand his statement that is not as rigorous as usual.

"It's just the same way you feel." Ou Yanzhe raised his eyebrows.

"And what kinds of people have you met?"

Ou Yanzhe chuckled, turned to Joey, and said, "You tell her." ”

Joey meticulously answered her doubts, saying, "Usable and unusable, valuable and unvaluable." ”

Lan Qingchuan laughed angrily: "Then which category am I?" ”

Joey looked up at her, seemed to look at her, and said seriously, "You are the kind of person that the young master likes." ”

Ou Yanzhe laughed for a long time, and in response to this sentence, he held her in his arms.

Lan Qingchuan furrowed his eyebrows and opened his arm, "Don't make trouble in the car." ”

Coming back from the opera house, Lan Qingchuan was preoccupied. A familiar sense of crisis arose in her heart, and her premonition had always been accurate, and it was by no means a reason to think too much. After all these years of turbulence, she has a high sensitivity to danger.

I called the big housekeeper of the Lan family's manor, and there was no problem with the response. She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but she still faintly felt a strange feeling.

Ou Yanzhe returned to the room and was surprised to find that Lan Qingchuan had not slept yet. She sat on the edge of the bed, the lamp on, and looked at his recent schedule in her hands.

Ou Yanzhe took the stack of documents and glanced at it, "What are you asking Joey for these things?" ”

She rubbed her eyebrows and sighed, "It's nothing." Are you going to the U.S. next week? ”

It was one of the most important scheduled trips for the next quarter, and it was a big deal about the Queen's visit. Ou Yanzhe responded, reached out and turned off the light, covered her with a quilt, and said, "Go to bed early." ”

Lan Qingchuan was silent for a moment, slowly exhaled, and said softly: "Pay attention to safety, be careful in everything." ”

Ou Yanzhe raised his eyebrows in the dark: "Why do you want to say this to me?" What did Filip say to you? ”

He changed the subject, Lan Qingchuan closed his eyes, and said lightly: "It's nothing." Talked about your fate. ”

The man suddenly became interested, turned over, and his burning gaze pressed: "What did he say about me?" ”

"Say you fell in love with me at first sight."

A smile rolled out of his chest, and Lan Qingchuan turned his back to him.

He laughed for a moment, curious, and leaned close to her neck, his breath sweeping over her skin.

"Are you convinced?"

Lan Qingchuan felt itchy, his mind was heavy, and he didn't want to mess with him. He said coldly: "I don't believe it." ”

Her answer was clearly as he had expected. Ou Yanzhe stretched out his hand to put his arms around her, and said in a low voice: "Although it was not love at first sight, at that time, I really liked you very much." ”

Lan Qingchuan couldn't struggle, so he didn't move, raised his eyes, and a pair of eyes were exceptionally silent in the dark night. She wondered, "Why?" ”

They stared at each other as if they were trying to see something out of each other's eyes. Ou Yanzhe smiled slightly, turned his gaze, and looked at the delicate rose pattern on the bed curtain.

He seemed to be recalling a long time ago, before Lan Qingchuan almost dreamed, he whispered, repeating what he had said before.

"There are many Asian families, and the Lan family should have been the best in Margaret's time."