34, Longlaque

His tone was harsh and reprimanded, and over the years, he had rarely been angry. This daughter is cold and stubborn, and she hardly eats oil and salt. Her appearance is very similar to Lan Yuange, but her temperament is not as gentle and generous as her mother.

"It seems that I can't talk about it today, you take a two-day rest and think about it." The result was a displeasure.

Every time he came here, he couldn't sit still for half an hour. Looking at this daughter, it seems that she is looking at herself back then. This character is indeed like himself.

After Fang Yuzhong left, Lan Qingchuan sat alone for a long time. The housekeeper changed her tea a few times, and she just sat quietly on the sofa, motionless.

In the evening, her grandfather called her across the ocean. Ask her if her luggage is ready. I hope she will recuperate and rush to him as soon as possible.

He attaches great importance to her coming-of-age ceremony and has been preparing for it since a year ago. Lan's Manor will usher in the most grand and lively moment in recent years.

She nodded yes.

The next day, she rested at home, and some of her usual activities were all postponed. She sat alone in the greenhouse garden, the sunlight penetrated through the crystal glass, and the garden was full of green flowers, she loved the tranquility and gentleness of this moment, regardless of the autumn wind and noise.

On the other side of the ocean, the young Ou Yanzhe was walking out of the Marta Palace, he was wearing a very formal woolen coat, wearing a gold family rose badge, a calm face, and dark blue eyes were deep and secretive, especially with the solemn suffocation of the meeting.

He was an extremely handsome and dignified man, who had lost the weakness and astringency of a young man, and his demeanor was incomparable.

Butler Joey followed him, and it wasn't until he got into the car that his young master's face softened a little.

He is only 20 years old, but he is already able to navigate the unpredictable political situation.

Joey reports to him about the day's itinerary and hands him the papers to be processed in the chaebol.

Ou Yanzhe rubbed his eyebrows, raised his eyes to look at it, and then browsed a little, and his handsome eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

His ivory white fingers pinched the stack of papers, and in his far-reaching eyes was a cold sea.

He said, Joey, these people are underestimating me, and they have to pay the price.

Joey knew that the veterans of the board of directors naturally did not dare to underestimate him, they were just intimidated by his methods, and they just acted early, wanting to pull this young heir off the seat of the executor, such thoughts were most obvious to his uncle Walker.

Joey continued to report and found that he had closed his eyes, apparently lost in thought, his usual action at the moment. Joey stopped, not wanting to disturb him. I flipped through the documents in my hand and found that there was an invitation inside, its paper was white and soft, and the ink was a rare family crest. He looked at it for a long time, and remembered that it was brought by Lawson, the steward of the castle this morning. This is the invitation letter of the Lan family's manor, this family has been silent in the past ten years, there has been no big action in the consortium, and it is very low-key, and the manor is far from its bustle and hustle and bustle in the golden age, with people coming and going.

Joey took the letter and glanced at the young master with a calm and silent face. It wasn't until the car drove into the Rose Castle that Ou Yanzhe opened his eyes, and his eyes were deep.

Joey got out of the car with him and handed him the envelope. He was tall and slender, and he walked all the way over with an expressionless face, took the letter and looked at it, but stopped his pace and wondered, "Lan? "The voice is low and interesting.

He has rarely shown such interest in anyone's invitations anymore.

Joey walked in his heart, but he still couldn't figure out why his young master's inexplicable concern for the Lan family came from.