Ou Yanzhe suppressed his smile, he didn't have time to waste on his body, his dark blue eyes stared at him and said, "Lake, even if you stay with me for an afternoon, I still won't make any compromises." Of course, it's no use getting angry. "His appearance of not being angry and arrogant is quite intimidating, and his frequent visits to the Marta Palace have made his temperament more heavy and awe-inspiring.

Lake looked into his eyes, took a step back, and sat back on the couch. He glared and stopped talking.

Ou Yanzhe was taken to the golden hall of Lamper Palace by his grandmother Mrs. Hetian since he was a child, and he only returned to Langlark when he was a teenager, but he did not have much contact with them, but he was also the heir of Langerak, and the resources in his hands were the most and the best. He is also good enough, far beyond ordinary people, and even inherited the title. Lake, of course, was not convinced, and his father was even more unconvinced. He often complained about why he was not favored by the royal family, and why he did not have a grandmother who was born in the Shechedon family.

"Lake, I'll give you a satisfactory answer. As you say, you are, after all, a member of the Longerak family. Lake sneered, but in his heart he hated the strength of not refuting and staring at those dark blue eyes.

He walked neatly, but Ou Yanzhe frowned and supported himself with one hand.

"The Lan clan has just produced a Lan He, and now Langlak is going to fall into this old-fashioned situation?"

Drops of water from the blonde hair rolled off one by one, and the plain blue striped collar was also soaked with a small transparent water stain. He got up and walked to the Glass Flower Hall, his eyes narrowed slightly as the sun shone outside.

"Joey, I'm busy balancing the checks and balances outside, and even within the family I have to help control their desires and ambitions, I can't give too much, and I can't push too hard." He held the end of his hair with one hand, leaving a wet palm on his hand.

"I'm so tired."

Joey took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands clean and said with a smile, "Young Master, it's the first time I've heard you say such things." ”

Lan Yuanli put down his official duties and went to Macao according to the plan. There was already movement on Delin Yuan's side, Gong Chiruo recently left Europe on a private jet, and there were many people accompanying him, all of whom were capable forces around him, and Lan Qingchuan was also taken by him.

After so many battles, it was absolutely impossible for Miyachi Ruo to let her leave her side for half a step. Only when he could see her when he raised his eyes would he feel relieved.

Lan Qingchuan had been silent, his expression was so sad that he didn't even want to look at him. After hours of flying, she had an extra layer of pale cyan under her eyes. According to her current physical condition, she is really not suitable for long-distance flights.

She slept restlessly, curled up in a wide chair, her long hair disheveled, and her face glowing white. It was a very unhealthy complexion, cold and fragile, like the petals of a blood-lost flower.

Miyachi Ruo came to see her a few times, but he didn't untie the chains on her ankles. The chains were heavy, and her slender ankles were grinding out a few blinding red marks. He sat beside her, watching indifferently, and suddenly reached out and touched her haggard face.

He felt that it was good for her to fall asleep all the time, and it was rare that there would be no time to oppose him.

When Lan Qingchuan woke up, the neon outside the window was falling on her bedside. The indoor lights are dim, the air conditioning is on, and the temperature is suitable. She lifted the quilt, fumbled with it, and turned on the light.

The room is bright. This looks like the layout of the hotel, and she is the only one in the luxurious and huge space.