Being in a high position, there must be a lot of involuntary self-determination. He can't go back to the fresh and unbridled Han Luochen when he was a teenager, his eyes are not that age, the Ling Ran Zhang Yang she is familiar with, is the precipitation and sophistication after being refined, a person in the business world, but whenever he wants to stand on the top, his eyes are probably similar, and after being silent and traceless, there is an unknown turbulent wave.

She looked at him quietly, and felt that for a moment, time was slowing down, and everything around her was quiet. She pulled out a smile, silent, relieved, blessed, and wanted to leave, but his gaze looked straight over, this glance, as if he had already known and had a plan.

He looked past the crowd and looked at her, as if he knew that this was the last chance to see her. It's a pity that this glance, time, and place are not right.

They were too far apart to see really, and he watched her back leave from a distance, unable to even catch up. Because he knew that her husband was waiting outside. Oh, as soon as he entered, he passed by the car, the blonde man in the car.

Lan Qingchuan withdrew from the banquet, the air outside was very good, and she walked on the soft lawn, avoiding the pink balloons that had fallen a lot on it. The servant in the house ran to her and said, "Miss Lan, someone is waiting for you outside the house." Without waiting for her to react, she hurried away again, it seemed that there was too much busy work.

Lan Qingchuan didn't expect that the person waiting for her turned out to be Ou Yanzhe. The lawn of the Ling family was all used to park the car, and Steward Joy waited in front of the car, waited for her to come, and opened the car door for her.

Lan Qingchuan was surprised, seeing that he was wearing an ordinary blue sweater and trousers, and was reading the newspaper rather leisurely. This should be the newspaper that just came out today, densely packed with text, he turned two pages and spread it out, it seems that he hasn't finished reading it yet.

"Why are you here?"

"Make up the wedding gift." He read the newspaper casually and answered casually.

"But I've already sent it." Lan Qingchuan lifted his forehead, sat in the car, and asked, "When did you come, have you been sitting in the car all the time?" ”

"No way, there are so many people, I can't go in and take the lead."

She laughed when she heard it, is this idiom used like this?

"Is the job done in Malaysia?" She sat still, then took off her hat, her hair half long loose over her shoulders.

Ou Yanzhe snorted in response.

Joey laughed, "The young master hasn't rested for many days, just to rush over to pick you up." ”

Lan Qingchuan was flattered, and said straightly, "Hard work", Ou Yanzhe frowned, pulled her over, and as soon as he leaned over, he pillowed on her shoulder. After adjusting his posture, he said, "I have to make up for the hard work of the past few days." ”

Lan Qingchuan smiled, helpless to let him do it.

This year's spring seems to have come exceptionally early. The flower hall of the Rose Castle has introduced new varieties, and it is blooming very well. While the weather warmed up and people became busy, Lan Qingchuan found himself more and more lazy. The staff of the garment workshop had just brought her the spring clothes she had customized a while ago, and then the steward told her that the Lan Manor had sent a few cans of made osmanthus black plum soup.

She lay on Ou Yanzhe's exclusive seat, opened the seal, and knew that it was her mother's craftsmanship when she smelled it. She has been fond of sourness lately, and she likes to drink warm water with lemon in her usual water, and she has a faint premonition, so she picked up a dried cranberry on the table and ate it, and an indescribable feeling gradually rose in her heart, and she was a little irritable, and she felt that she was not interested in doing anything.