He lay leisurely on a red sandalwood couch, handmade cloth shoes on the embroidered stool, and stepped barefoot on the brocade cushion on the couch, which was dazzling white and bloodless.

Gong Shu was standing next to him and poured him tea. There is a strong smell of tea in this room, with a strong bitterness.

Lan Qingchuan looked at him.

He lifted his eyelids and looked at it, "It's been closed for a few days, and it's been a lot quieter." Raising her hand, she motioned for Gong Shu to bring her a stool, so that she could sit in front of him and talk.

Lan Qingchuan is too thin and thin, and the whole person is thin and shallow, with only a pair of eyes lined with rich color. Now staring at him, silent, unwilling to sit down.

"If you don't sit down, where will you have the strength to fight me again?" He scoffed.

Gong Shu made a lot of effort and pressed her to sit down.

Lan Qingchuan was silent, his eyebrows lowered, and his face was cold. She looked like she had resigned herself to her fate, but what Miyachi saw in her eyes was obviously not the same thing.

If Lan Qingchuan was so easy to compromise, he would not have much interest in her, and he would have thrown her off the boat and buried her in the sea. But interest is interest, he doesn't like her eyes very much, indifferent, cold, looking at him without warmth. He liked her to be obedient, soft and gentle, and always by his side.

"I have one thing to tell you. Good news for you. ”

She listened without an answer, her expression cold.

Gong Shu frowned.

Gong Chiruo was kind, "You have an uncle who has just returned to China, Lan Yuanli is right?" After speaking, sure enough, she raised a pair of pale black eyes, she moved her lips, but she still didn't speak.

The man who was so beautiful that he laughed softly, "He said that he would come and pick you up." ”

Lan Qingchuan was stunned for a moment, and there was an ominous premonition in his heart. "He can't take half a step on the Finnish Green Island, and I want him to disappear into the sea and pay for his ridiculous self-confidence." ”

Miyachi Ruo always likes to ask for a price like others, his tone is cold, and the unprovoked coldness is by no means a joke. People are right, human life is nothing in his eyes, as long as it achieves its purpose.

Lan Qingchuan finally spoke, "You may not be able to fight him." She had never seen her uncle for as long as she could remember, but she had heard of him, who had been a figure in the upper echelons of France more than a decade ago, when he was only in his twenties.

Her expression was so flat that Miyachi almost believed her calmness. But Lan Qingchuan was still young and immature, where could she hide from the pair of sharp eyes that Gong Chi had cultivated in the sea of blood, and her fingers trembled slightly, revealing her uneasiness and worry.

It was her relatives after all, and it was impossible for her not to worry.

Gong Chiruo was satisfied, and said slowly, "As soon as Lan Yuanli is removed, the Lan family won't last long." He smiled, put down the celadon tea bowl in his hand, and reached out to take a stack of materials on the table on the couch.

He flipped it roughly, smiling and in a happy mood, "Lan Qingchuan," he called her name coldly, and raised a pair of gray eyes like beasts walking in the night, extremely faint, "You don't know the situation of the Lan family yet, do you?" He knocked on the paper, "The old man of the Lan family has been bedridden for a long time, and it is estimated that he will not live many days." ”

Lan Qingchuan stood up, her eyes were uncertain, and she scolded, "Shut up." His voice trembled, and he was hoarse.

"You don't believe me?" Miyachiruo sneered and threw the stack of papers at her feet, and the white pages suddenly fell at her feet like dazzling snowflakes. He admired her pale face, a pitying smile on his lips.

The girl lowered her head and began to tremble, she hugged her arms tightly and pinched her palms, but her eyes were red.

That was a long time ago. She hung her head and watched, knowing in her heart that there would inevitably be such an outcome.

The old gentleman of the Lan family's manor has become ill from hard work, his beloved grandson is missing, and his safety is unknown, and the blow to him is big enough to crush him in an instant. It's no secret anymore, as long as you investigate, you will find out.

Her maternal grandfather single-handedly raised her and loved her relatives to the point of incomprehension.

"Why did you do this to me, why didn't you let me go?" The silence in her eyes that made him hate was finally gone, and there was resentment and pain, and her voice suddenly became sharp, "Why don't you let me go?!" ”

If Gong Chi let her go, who can escape if it comes to his hands.

"The Lan clan is your reliance, and if you are eliminated, there will be no hope." He was cold and mocking.

Lan Qingchuan stared at his gorgeous and venomous face, she held her palm tightly, and her eyes were cold. The palace around her restrained her and prevented her from making some stupid resistance.

She turned her head to look at Gong Shu, and used all her strength to break free, she raised her hand and gave Gong Shu a slap, pointing at Gong Chi Ruo on the couch, "What are you afraid of?" What can I kill him with now? ”

Gong Shu's face was gloomy, and the sky outside the house at such a time also carried the viciousness of thunder and lightning. Lan Qingchuan was afraid of him, she even scolded his master, "What did I do to provoke a demon like you." ”