The temperature is warming up day by day, but she is lazy day by day, and she is not very energetic. Except for Catherine, who came over a few times occasionally, they were even more lazy to go out.

She sat down on a chaise longue by the window, and after sitting for a while, the sleepiness came up.

Although Ou Yanzhe is in the castle these days, he is not without nothing to do. The affairs of the consortium are handed over to Lian Huisu, and he always has the affairs of the palace to be busy. Now his status is different from the past, and it is the most important of the nobles, and all kinds of relationships must be sorted out smoothly, so as not to have any worries, he has always been disgusted with the means of those people who are caught off guard. There are really not a few people staring at his position, if it is a trick, it is not a conspiracy, and the conspiracy is too inferior, Ou Yanzhe used to have the heart to play with them, but now he feels more and more bored.

It's better to tease the little wife at home.

After some large documents had passed, it was evening again, and the twilight was deep. Joey stood there for an unknown amount of time, like an old gentleman.

"Go down and rest, Joey." Ou Yanzhe pinched his eyebrows, shouted to him again, and said strangely: "Madame has been playing the piano for so long? ”

Joey shook his head: "The steward just came to report that he slept in the piano room, and he slept quite deeply." ”

Ou Yanzhe took off his glasses, stood up, and the slender shadow was pressed down at once, and the whole person was wrapped in a sunset, with a long gaze.

Lan Qingchuan slept on a chaise longue by the floor-to-ceiling window of the piano room, and the servant covered her with a blanket and piled it up at her feet. Her face was tired, her face was pale, and she was slightly dyed in the twilight, and she looked okay.

Ou Yanzhe's heart skipped a beat, and he touched her forehead, which was a little cold, but nothing abnormal.

This girl's face looks calmer and colder than anyone else, she is pressed in her heart for everything, and she carries it stubbornly alone, which makes people angry and pitiful. When I first got married, I guarded him like a little hedgehog that was just a group, but I got along a lot better these days. After all, she is not a ruthless person, and she can't bear the thoughtful and meticulous care of others. He arranged everything well, and she couldn't keep a cold eye on him.

Ou Yanzhe knew that her prejudice against him would slowly fade as her heart softened. That's what he did. He has a pair of extremely powerful eyes, he can see her through and eat thoroughly, he hopes that Lan Qingchuan will be taken into his arms like this.

He doesn't believe in love at first sight in the world, but he believes that all emotions can be cultivated slowly. She forgot all about that fate a few years ago, but he still misses it. This is a girl who has a hard time opening her heart to people, and without some mental means, she can't remember him at all. In a way, they are a kind of human being.

Ou Yanzhe leaned over and picked her up, and the blanket slid to the side. She struggled uncomfortably, but she didn't wake up, and pressed her face to his chest.

Carried all the way to the room of the two, the servant opened the door for him.

Lan Qingchuan felt that he had slept for a long time, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the soft orange light in the room. Looking at the window, the curtain had been closed, and it was heavy. She moved again, only to find herself in a hoop.

Ou Yanzhe hugged her and fell asleep on her side, and the two lay together in a very close position.

He looked very tired, his breathing was regular and undulating, his blonde hair was scattered on the pillow, his lips were thin and red, and he didn't have the gentle arc that he could usually evoke when he slept, and his blue and unfathomable eyes were also closed at this time, making this handsome and dazzling skin less than the impression that he had been thinking too deeply in the past.

Lan Qingchuan looked at him for a while, then reached out and flicked it on his ivory-white forehead.

"Still pretending? Wake me up. ”