After all, it was the New Year, and no matter how Lan Yuanli didn't treat Ou Yanzhe to see him, he still kept him for lunch. Ou Yanzhe explained his intention by the way, and wanted to take his little wife to the Lian family's ancestral house to pay New Year's greetings.

What else could Lan Yuanli say, after lunch, he went to the study out of sight and out of mind.

"Mr. Lan is so prejudiced against me, Tata, and I am also helpless." Back in the room, Ou Yanzhe spread his hands, saying that there was no way to get along with Lan Yuanli.

"If you want my uncle to change his opinion of you, it's not based on your face, he wants to look at actual actions."

Lan Qingchuan laughed, sat down by the window, and continued to flip through the magazines he hadn't finished reading last night. After turning two pages, I suddenly remembered: "Why didn't you see Steward Joey?" ”

The old housekeeper has always followed Ou Yanzhe and rarely left.

"I'll let him stay at Rose Castle and pick out some New Year's gifts and bring them with him then."

When Lan Qingchuan heard this, he even thought that the ancestral house of the clan had a lot of rules, and he couldn't follow Ou Yanzhe and didn't know anything.

"I remember that even the old lady is still alive, and you can tell me about other personnel."

For Ou Yanzhe's mother's family, Lan Qingchuan knows very little, only a general understanding. Ou Yanzhe roughly told her, "You don't have to be too nervous, just show your face and let everyone see my little wife." ”

Lian is a long-time Asian-American powerhouse, and in recent years has been steady and quite low-key. The current leader is Lian Lichen, the nephew of Mrs. Sharui, who has only recently become the commander of the family, and is still young, only one or two years older than Ou Yanzhe.

Lan Qingchuan nodded.

When I went to the ancestral house of the Lian family, I saw the prosperity of this family. Unlike the Lan family's nobility and secrecy, and not as powerful as Langlak, this family is large and vibrant.

As soon as Lan Qingchuan entered the gate, he heard the child's laughter. When I got out of the car, a group of children gathered around, and there were more than a dozen of them, all of different ages. The younger ones can walk, and they are pulled by their brothers and sisters.

Lan Qingchuan glanced at Ou Yanzhe, he didn't tell her that there were so many children.

The man's face was very peaceful, but the corners of his mouth curved a shallow arc: "I forgot to tell you that there are mostly the younger generation of the Lian family, so there are also a lot of children." ”

Lan Qingchuan made up for the loss and asked Joey to find a large jar of candy from the pile of gifts in the trunk and distribute it to the children.

A little radish head squeezed over, dressed in a delicate little suit, combing the little boy's hair, and shouted, "Don't Joey, ask the pretty sister to send me candy!" ”

Ou Yanzhe heard it: "It's not big or small, what a sister, it's called a little aunt." With that, he picked up the child and slapped his little buttocks.

The little radish head was not happy: "It's my sister, it's all my little uncle, your old cow gnawed the tender grass!" ”

Lan Qingchuan almost didn't stand firm.

Ou Yanzhe slapped him again: "Talk to your little uncle like this, huh?" ”

"If you can't say it, I'll bully me, don't want you to hug me!"

Lan Qingchuan felt that this kid was simply a sperm.

The servant was carrying the gift box, and after counting the boxes, Lan Qingchuan had just walked to Ou Yanzhe's side, and he heard Mrs. Sharui's voice: "Qingchuan is here, come in, it's cold outside." ”

In winter, the sun sets early, and the last rays of light are still sinking in the west. The Lian family came out to greet them, and sure enough, as Ou Yanzhe said, most of them were young faces. There are mostly Asians, and there are also many mixed-race children.

"Little uncle, let me down." The little radish head saw his parents, and was no longer satisfied with Ou Yanzhe's embrace, so he ran to his mother with his little short legs.

Only then did Ou Yanzhe free his hand and hold Lan Qingchuan.