"What are you laughing at?"

She changed the subject, "It's rare to see hair like yours. ”

French men are romantic and amorous, and they have seen them with blonde hair or beards, but they are not as imposing as Ou Yanzhe, nor are they as good as him.

Ou Yanzhe listened to her and replied, "Are you staying to be a poet?" That's not what you do. ”

He smirked, "Then what do you think I should be?" ”

She curled her lips: "A deceitful politician and a great businessman." "In the political and business circles, his elegant leather face must have deceived many people.

"I'll take this as your compliment." He was not annoyed, he looked cultivated and had a stomach. Lan Qingchuan saw him pull the ribbon that tied his hair, and his half-length blonde hair spread out in the wind. He opened the neckline of his shirt, a little more unrestrained than his usual dignification, as if he was struggling to break free.

"This hair was for my grandmother. A historical hero she had admired since her youth still remembered it in her old age, especially his half-length blonde hair. It's just that she's older, her hair is gray, and she's finding pleasure in me again. ”

"Can't you do it?"

"Yes, I have always had no way to deal with her." He looked deeply at her.

Lan Qingchuan naturally knew his grandmother, the female prince who had made outstanding achievements half a century ago, and now lives in the golden hall of Lamper Palace in Lotte Province, and has always been an unsmiling and serious old lady, without the arrogant habits and slightly eccentric habits that Ou Yanzhe said.

Lan Qingchuan looked at him and said indifferently, "Love can't help." Glancing at his dazzling blonde hair again.

Ou Yanzhe suddenly took a step towards her, the distance between the two was closer, she took a step back vigilantly, and looked up at the smile in his eyes.

"You're gloating, cherry." He affirmed, paused for a moment, and handed her the ribbon in his hand, "But I'd love to share my past with you, you can get to know me a little better, and of course, I'd love to hear your story." ”

Lan Qingchuan held the ribbon, and when she was signaled by his eyes, she frowned, "Don't take it as an example." ”

The ribbon was dark blue, the same color as his eyes, and with blonde hair, it was pretty good. She glanced up at him, her hand wrapped around the ribbon patting his shirt, "You lower your head." ”

Ou Yanzhe bowed his head as he said, and even bent down slightly. He would never have done such a move before, because in his education it meant failure and inferiority, and with his self-esteem, he would never have and would not have allowed it.

But for Lan Qingchuan, he always has unusual patience, and even made exceptions to her several times.

But this little girl turned a blind eye, with a cold attitude, and she couldn't cover it up, even if it was close now.

Lan Qingchuan combed the ends of his hair with her fingers, she didn't tie such delicate and complicated knots, only roughly tied them into his original appearance. She took a cursory look and let go, and withdrew from his encirclement, the blonde hair hanging loosely over his left shoulder, still the same neat.

Ou Yanzhe didn't look at it, but he smiled and expressed satisfaction. Judging from the backs of the two, it looks like the two are hugging each other.

Lan Qingchuan felt that such a distance was a little dangerous. Sure enough, he lowered his head again and dropped a kiss on her lips: "Thank you." ”

She took a few steps back in shock, her pale eyes widening slightly, "I don't think we're at the time to make such intimate gestures. ”