She wanted to be close to her heart, but she didn't want the man to stop for a moment, raise his feet and walk around her. Everyone was also shocked, and saw him lift the curtain of this area and walk straight towards one person.

Martha looked back suddenly.

Dukala also stood up and saluted, and now with Ou Yanzhe's status and power, he could deserve the courtesy of anyone except the one in the Marta Palace.

Lan Qingchuan was still sitting on the chair, not moving, and even looking away.

Ou Yanzhe walked straight towards her and stood next to her.

Everyone looked at each other, heh, it was not the young lady Lan who was rumored to be at odds with Langlak. There are many rumors that she herself has been away from the country for many years, and I didn't expect to see her here.

Joey followed, lowering the curtains, blocking out all kinds of sights. He made a "please" gesture, glanced at Dukara, and said slowly: "Everyone, it's not too early, please leave slowly." ”

Ou Yanzhe has a gentle face towards everyone, with a little smile in his eyes, and at that glance just now, Lan Qingchuan clearly saw the silence and impatience in the depths of his eyes.

Others can't see through it, but Lan Qingchuan can see it clearly.

When the third floor was completely emptied, Lan Qingchuan wanted to get up. Dukara's attitude is strange and ambiguous, it can't be done today, and he has to make another appointment. Since everyone is gone, she naturally doesn't want to stay longer, especially in the face of Ou Yanzhe.

This layer of cold air did not stop, Lan Qingchuan got up and left, but how could Ou Yanzhe let it go.

"When did you get back?"

Lan Qingchuan was held by his arm, stood quietly in front of him, and spit out two words, "Soon." ”

Ou Yanzhe suddenly grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look directly at him.

There was something new in those eyes, more and more blue, more and more unpredictable. On this handsome and dazzling face, the calmness and casualness of the circle have faded, revealing the depression and depth of the mountain rain.

He was enraged by Lan Qingchuan's cold alienation.

"It's been three years, Lan Qingchuan, you're ruthless enough." He laughed angrily, the fingers pinching her chin sank, Lan Qingchuan frowned, and shook off his hand fiercely, but unexpectedly he stepped forward, pressed her and had nowhere to retreat, and rolled over into the chair.

Under the cover of the curtain, the distance between the two people was close at hand. He kept his eyes down, grabbed her chin, and kissed her on the lips fiercely.

Lan Qingchuan glared at her, his hands clenched into fists, and the sound of hitting his chest was dull and urgent, obviously forced to hurry.

Ou Yanzhe was determined not to let her go, grabbed her two wrists with one hand, raised them high and pressed them above her head, and easily imprisoned her in a chair. Lan Qingchuan turned his head, struggling, his breath was disordered, and he made a "hmm" sound, his eyes were frightened.

Ou Yanzhe left her lips slightly, and Lan Qingchuan breathed a sigh of relief, but he was repeatedly sucked and bitten. She was almost suffocated by the kiss, and she hated and was so angry that she let go of her teeth and bit it. Ou Yanzhe pinched both of her cheeks with one hand, with great force, and the gap between her lips and tongue became deeper and deeper. Lan Qingchuan only felt sticky and disgusting, and his cheeks were pinched so hard that he was firmly controlled.

Ou Yanzhe was extremely strong, pulling her face, her thin lips gradually kissed the tail of her eyes, ears, and down, tore her collar, sucked her neck, and left her wet.

Lan Qingchuan was finally able to withdraw his hand, raised his right hand, and threw it in his face. Ou Yanzhe still didn't let go of her, his eyes were heavy, his breath was unstable, and he tore open the placket of her clothes, and even a few buttons collapsed.