Return home for a month. Lan Qingchuan went to Qingtan Academy. The chairman of Qingtan personally entertained her. She applied for the selection of Qingtan's most advantageous and domestic top level business school. The Chairman was very happy and said that it would be arranged soon and that he would be able to enrol next week.

Qingtan is a private comprehensive university with domestic and even world-leading resources, and therefore attracts many elite students. Lan Qingchuan has been taught by her tutor in France. Last year, she entered Marguerite, a first-class prestigious college in France, and she was also quite good. But things always went as she wished, and she had to return to China.

A month passed in peace.

Life at the school was both plain and comfortable, fitting the lifestyle she had when she was in France. She and Ling Haofeng were in the same class, and the seats were close to each other. Ling Haofeng has excellent quality, gentle and polite, although he was born in a family, he is very approachable. So the two were able to get close quickly after more than ten years apart.

After all, having lived abroad for too many years, Lan Qingchuan will always be a little jerky about the culture and national conditions of her homeland, and she often consults Ling Haofeng, so she has more contact. Ling Haofeng found that although Lan Qingchuan's expression was indifferent and even a little indifferent and withdrawn, he was extremely intelligent and keen, and she could understand many things a little, and she could keep up with the progress in a short time, which made him very surprised.

In her spare time, she often plays a game of tennis at a private clubhouse in the city. As soon as the driver picked her up and got out of the car, a bright red Ferrari narrowly brushed past the car and then suddenly stopped.

Lan Qingchuan and the driver were taken aback.

What came out of the car was not Han Luochen, but a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looked anxious, his clothes were stained with blood, and he ran towards her in embarrassment.

Lan Qingchuan frowned, and his gaze became cold.

The young man panted and shouted, "Help Luo Chen, he's dying!" ”

The housekeeper and a group of servants were shocked, and before Lan Qingchuan could speak, they all rushed over and carried out the unconscious Han Luochen from the car. After all, it is a matter of human life.

Lan Qingchuan held his forehead and motioned to get people in. He stared at the young man again, and his tone was cold: "What's wrong with him?" Let's be honest. ”

The little boy blushed when she saw it, and he spit out the truth.

Last week, Han Luochen's racing base was smashed to pieces, and Han Luochen naturally couldn't swallow this breath, so he found out the leader of that group of gangsters and beat him. This group of gangsters didn't know his background, and hated him for being arrogant and occupying their territory, so they picked a gap and beat him up when there was no one next to Han Luochen. But considering his identity, he only taught him a shallow lesson, at least he didn't break his hands and feet.

When Lan Qingchuan heard this, he sneered in his heart, it was really a big trouble, and he committed it in three days and five days.

"He did it to himself, and he couldn't blame others for beating him." She frowned and ordered, "Look where his injuries are, and if they are not serious, throw them back to his own house!" ”

When the young man heard how he was willing, he hurriedly smiled, "If he is allowed to go back to the villa, his parents will know immediately, and he will have to lose his skin if he doesn't die!" ”

Lan Qingchuan was indifferent, but he also felt that he was quite interesting when he spoke, and with the tangled expression of his thick eyebrows, he was shaken a little. Sighing, "Call Dr. Li over and check him out." ”

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and went to Han Luochen's side.