Lan Qingchuan became more vigilant: "I refuse." ”

"I'm not as naïve as you at your age." He added: "Childish girl." Your heart is not hard enough, this is the gap between you and your uncle. ”

"I'm helping you, cherry, you're my future wife, and I hope to see you better."

Ou Yanzhe looked not so busy again. Lan Qingchuan followed him back to Paris from Houston, and in two weeks, she hadn't been able to see all of Ou Yanzhe's methods, but she had only learned from him, which was blatant enough. This man really has too much of a city. It's not ironic, for him, it is. With his current status, he must be good enough and strong.

Lan Qingchuan inevitably became more and more vigilant and cautious about him, but he treated her, just like he promised before, just watching, without means, and was quite graceful.

The project was completed in her hands, and with his guidance by her side, it is expected to receive 2.5 billion US dollars.

He sat on the phone in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his posture elegant and calm, in front of the window as the sunset ended. Lan Qingchuan sat in his office, looking at the blonde hair tied behind his head and his upright demeanor, but he confused this group of Yankees, which was really powerful.

She hooked the corners of her mouth, it was very light, and before she could withdraw it, he propped it up in front of her with one hand, and said with a smile: "Is it estimated?" Your laughter strikes me as mocking. ”

"You're thinking too much, Ou Yanzhe."

She turned the screen to him, and he glanced faintly, "You earned it, girl." ”

"It's not mine." She raised her chin, her long hair curled over her face, and her expression looked extremely cold and defensive: "This is what you taught me." ”

"What you can learn, it's yours." He tapped on the table, "This is a reward for a good student, or you can use it as a dowry." ”

"I like smart students."

Lan Qingchuan smiled, stopped arguing with him about this, and stood up.

"I'm going back."

"Joey will send you."

"Thank you." She put on her coat, Ou Yanzhe walked up to her, and said again, "You can come with me to the economic meeting of Lot Province next Monday." ”

"No, I'm going back to school."

"Books aren't as interesting as that." He sneered, "Well, my doctor, I respect your choice. It's been a hard time, go back and have a good rest. ”

"Also, I'm not as scary as you think, am I? You are my future wife, and I will not do anything to you. ”

Lan Qingchuan glanced at him, but he looked serious. She laughed in her heart, the interests of their two families were connected, and he really couldn't do anything.

Just as Joey pushed the door in, the old butler bowed to her, and she smiled politely back. Ou Yanzhe watched her go away from behind, his back cold and straight.

It's a stubborn girl, but she's smart enough. As for the contradictions between them, Ou Yanzhe thought, then leave it to time to run in.

There's nothing wrong with living with her.

He thought so, but his stern and proud old grandmother didn't. The old lady is very faceless, the engagement ceremony is such a big event, and Ou Yanzhe is her favorite grandson, her absence has made others speculate.

She just wanted to embarrass the girl from the Lan family, and she didn't want to get along with her beloved grandson Ou Yanzhe.

Ou Yanzhe was also very helpless, and when he went to Lotte Province, he must have gone to visit his grandmother, Mrs. Hetan, so he had to go to Lamper Palace again.