At about nine o'clock in the morning, the Zhou family came over, full of gifts. Han Luochen looked at his mother's face, and his heart was cold, it can be seen that it is a marriage that both families are satisfied with. This Zhou family is not from Jiaowu Zhou House, but from a famous family in the south of the Yangtze River, known as the Little Zhou family, and Zhou Lvzhi has some relatives in her family.

Zhou Xueying and her mother sat in the second car, the girl's reputation was not as loud as the green knowledge of the big Zhou family, and she looked a little weak and pale. She is also very shy when she looks at people, especially when she looks at him, which shows that the discipline in the family is very strict, and she doesn't show up much on weekdays.

Han Luochen doesn't like this type of girl, she is delicate and not strong enough, cowardly and not independent enough. The girl he likes, regardless of family background, may not be beautiful, but only needs to be quiet and clear, and have a clear temperament.

And this girl obviously doesn't have it, she doesn't even have the courage to look up at him, such a shy personality is not worthy of the proud, fresh, and arrogant Han Luochen.

Mrs. Zhou really likes him very much, and their old man always has something called Eye-Matching.

"Mrs. Han is so blessed, look at these two young men are extraordinary." She praised Han Chi who stood later in passing, focusing on Han Luochen.

This young man has a rare good appearance, tall and straight, with sharp and thick eyebrows, and his eyes are looking at the warm brown color, and he looks at people with a detached scrutiny.

The third elder of the Han family is notoriously unruly, she married the Han family, and she was optimistic about the second eldest of the Han family at the beginning. Unfortunately, Mrs. Han said that he was engaged.

She had no choice but to discuss with her daughter, but who knew that she picked Han Luochen at once, with a stubbornness that she didn't have on weekdays, "I just want to marry him." "This girl is docile and docile, and rarely insists on it. She looked at the boy in the photo, he was overly pretty, cold and indifferent, with a compelling harshness. She didn't quite understand, and her daughter didn't say anything, but she was happier than usual, so she had to follow her heart. Mrs. Zhou said in her heart, boy, he is still so young, he is always a little sharp, and when he is slowly sensible, he will naturally converge.

The two families had lunch at a large hotel in the south of the city, and after chatting for a while, the parents left. Han Luochen sat in silence, staring at the girl in front of her with a red face, but she didn't know how uncomfortable this look would make her.

He was not afraid of the warning glance of Madame Han when she left, this meeting was a joke to him, and the role he played in it was so absurd, boring, irritable, and yet helpless.

He has another girl in his heart, how do you want me to be kind and courteous to such a strange girl? How could he have the face to face Lan Qingchuan?

At that time, he was thinking about Lan Qingchuan, but he didn't care about the other girl, and he didn't expect how much harm he had done her.

Young and frivolous.

Zhou Xueying only felt that he was staring at her, her eyes were not good, she was a little nervous and panicked, worried that such a quick and sudden relationship would not be disgusted by him.

"My name is Zhou Xueying, the snow of snowflakes, the baby of babies." She stared blankly at the bouquet of lilies on the table, and only wanted to tell him what she wanted to say about her long-hidden love.

"You may not remember much, I ......" she hesitated, but was about to say more when he coldly interrupted her.

"If you have something to say later, I'll go first, my friends are waiting for me." He looked at her skeptically with a wooden expression, "Can you go back alone?" ”

"Huh?" She didn't seem to react, looked at his cold face, stiffened her neck and nodded.

He walked so fast that he didn't turn his head, and she couldn't catch up with him at such a distance.

In the end, what she was most afraid of was annoying him. The girl had a snow-white face and gently buried her head in her sleeve.