The housekeeper brought her a black tweed coat from upstairs, which she draped over her body and reached to her ankles. She put on a long goose-yellow scarf and said, "Auntie, I won't be back in the evening, there is a party." ”

The housekeeper always has to inquire about her affairs clearly, "Miss, who are you with?" ”

"Luo Jie, them." Lan Qingchuan turned his head, and a smile flashed on his calm and snow-white face, "Han Luochen is back." ”

After the meeting on Chuangzhi's side ended, it was already noon. Fang Yuzhong took her to a French restaurant for dinner. In the afternoon, I have a few important customers who want to meet her. Lan Qingchuan had no choice but to leave, and the French food she loved was also tasteless.

Fang Yuzhong sat across from her, his face expressionless, too pale and a little gloomy.

He said coldly, "The housekeeper told me that you have arrangements for the evening, and it is with Han Luo." He put down the utensils and his tone became a little heavier, "I remember reminding you not to get too close to the two of them. ”

Lan Qingchuan raised his eyes to look at him, his silent eyes were too cold, "This is my private matter." She cut a small piece of dessert, but she didn't have the desire to taste it, but she remembered that Han Luochen had a quirk of eating sweets. She paused, meeting his indifferent eyes, "You're biased against them. She calmly stated the facts and tugged at the corners of her mouth, "I still have the eye for people." And he spoke no more.

Fang Yuzhong pinched his eyebrows, this habit was exactly the same as hers. He didn't continue his meal, poured a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

This time the conversation broke up unhappily.

In the afternoon meeting, the customer came from afar and received him personally. Lan Qingchuan is the planner of the annual plan, and they are very interested, so it can be said that they came specially for her. After meeting, I appreciate it more and more.

Because of the change of schedule, when Lan Qingchuan arrived at the south side of the city, it was already night. The clubhouse is brightly lit, and when you walk through the ancient gate, the winding corridors inside are hung with red paper lanterns, and the branches stretching out on both sides are dotted with unknown flowers, and green vines hang down long.

Behind is the lake, there is a pavilion on the lake, and a banquet is set up in the pavilion.

Lan Qingchuan looked at the time, he was already a little late, and couldn't help but speed up his pace. In order to create a quaint atmosphere, there are no lights in the entire clubhouse. As she walked around the corner of the corridor, she accidentally bumped into a figure.

She hurriedly said sorry and turned around to leave, but unexpectedly, the person behind her grabbed her and hugged her in her arms.

She was taken aback, and heard the man let out a low laugh, low and soft, with a little of the night breeze on the lakeside of the corridor, cool and cool in her ears.

She looked back, and sure enough, it was the boy.

In the night, his fair face was very clear, and there was a smile in his eyes, like a star that had picked up the clouds in the night.

He seemed to be taller, his hair was shortened, his exposed pair of sharply trimmed eyebrows were long and black, the tails of his eyes were slightly upturned, the delicate arc of his brushstrokes, and the eyeliner was a little more secure and powerful.

It was still that beautiful face as beautiful as cherry blossoms, but Lan Qingchuan could read the story from his eyes.

He chuckled, like a peach and plum in March, "In the end, I'm still waiting for you." He didn't let go of her, hugged her in his arms, reached over and touched her shoulder-length hair, soft with curly curls, and only looked picturesque under the light.

He brushed away the small red petals on her hair, and smiled so softly in the night, "Long time no see, Lan Qingchuan." ”