flipped through it, and Ling Haofeng's letters, several, and the time was not the same. When preparing for the wedding, the original intention was to invite the Ling family, but the invitation was not sent out, France was under martial law at that time, and the Paris city was not allowed to enter, except for close relatives and friends in the territory.

But the wedding of the century a few months ago is known to almost everyone. This is another major event for the Lan family since her return.

She looked at it carefully, followed the email address written in the letter, and replied to him.

After doing this, some of the papers on the table were missing, and she rubbed her eyebrows, planning to read them again tomorrow.

Mom knocked on the door and walked in with a smile: "Don't look at it, dinner is ready, it's all your favorite food." ”

Empty restaurant with bright lights. She sat alone at the huge dining table, alone, eating quietly, without even anyone to speak.

Her uncle was gone, and neither was her maternal grandfather.

She was the only one.

The rules of her house were no more cumbersome than those of Longrack, and she sat far away from her meals, without revealing a sound. There are no such big rules in the Lan family's manor, and the family chats and talks before and after meals, which is particularly warm.

Nowadays, it's cold.

She lived in the manor for a few days, sorted things out, and went to Margaret School to graduate, complete her doctorate, and get her certificate.

Mom said she wanted to celebrate, and she rarely came back. So a small party was held, and everyone in the manor got together, eating, drinking, and being happy.

Lan Qingchuan ate a little bayberry wine just brewed in early summer this year, slightly drunk, and watched the hazy moonlight in the sky.

This is her familiar environment, the moonlight pours on the snow-white rose bell tower, like a layer of veil, soft, and falls on the water.

She fell asleep by the moonlight and had no dreams all night.

After not staying in the manor for a few days, the Rose Castle wrote urging her to return. Sir George invited him and her to the Paris Opera House tomorrow night. This knight has always been idle, and the family is an ancient and famous family, but in his hands it gradually declined, becoming an empty shelf, which was cut down in Margaret's time, and now only the title of knight remains. George is an interesting person, a playboy style, but he is Ou Yanzhe's classmate and Philip's brother.

Ou Yanzhe has always ignored this invitation, but this time he used it as an excuse to let her go home.

Lan Qingchuan knew his thoughts, so he had no choice but to follow his wishes.

She thought the invitation was just an excuse, but she didn't expect him to really plan to go. He has recently been busy with Centwa's visit to the United States, and he has a lot of important matters, and he often consults with important members of the royal palace, so he cannot leave anything missing. Lan Qingchuan took his schedule and looked at it, frowned and said, "There are so many things, you are overwhelmed, you still have the heart to find me." ”

Ou Yanzhe raised his eyes and smiled: "I'm back." Is the gas gone? She hates him the most, he is the best at pulling a hair and moving his whole body.

"Okay, last time, I offended your family, I apologize."

Lan Qingchuan didn't see sincerity in his eyes, those eyes were still deep, and the blue of the sea was all contained in them, and they didn't move.

This is a man with a gentle face and an elegant posture, but his mind is like the water of the deep sea, flowing quietly, but it can set off heavy and dangerous waves.

Lan Qingchuan said: "I don't believe your words, I want your practical actions." ”

He obediently made a promise.

Lan Qingchuan gradually relaxed his guard.

"Aren't you angry?" He was smiling.

"Nope." She tilted her head, unwilling to stay here for even a second.

His voice came from behind, quiet, and cold, with a drizzle of rain wafting from the window, and he said, "Tata, you have exposed your weakness to me. If you are facing your enemy, you lose. ”

Lan Qingchuan was caught off guard and looked back at him. He wore glasses, lowered his eyebrows, noble and cold, as if he hadn't said anything just now.