Lan Qingchuan's body has not been very good since he gave birth, and Ou Yanzhe knows it. When Lan Yuanli was leaving, this sentence still made his heart tighten. To say that after more than a year of getting along, it would be too ruthless to be calculating Lan Qingchuan if he still didn't change his complexion, he liked this girl, but he liked it too rationally and too calmly. He always knew what he wanted, and he wouldn't be stumped by anyone.

In the final analysis, liking is too shallow and falls short of the weight of benefits. If the love is deep, how can she be willing to suffer the slightest danger, let alone play with her mind and calculate and use it.

This marriage began with calculation, and now it seems that it has finally been calculated.

The Lan clan is powerful, and he will not miss any of the things he should beware of.

Old Mrs. Hetan said that he had lost his mind, and he always knew in his heart what he wanted. As for Lan Qingchuan, the matter has come to this, even if he grinds for a lifetime, it is impossible for him to let go.

She is the only girl he has ever put in his heart, and she is Dong Yu's mother.

There was always a way for him to force her to turn back.

In July of that year, the military department made a drastic rectification, and the apparent calm in Paris was shattered. At the same time, Lan Qingchuan flew to China.

Langerak and Lan were completely on opposite sides.

The news of Lan Qingchuan's return to China has been known to many people, she has hurt the root of the injury, and her body has not been well. Lan Yuanli was entangled in the affairs of the earthquake in Paris, weighed it again and again, and thought of Fang Yuzhong.

Lan Qingchuan got off the plane and was personally picked up by Fang Yuzhong. The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and the last time they met was when the Ling family got married. When I see it now, it's like a world away.

Fang Yuzhong has always been pale and handsome, and he doesn't seem to be old. Lan Qingchuan got into the car with him, and found a few gray hairs on his sideburns. He was still gloomy, and he never smiled at her. Over the years, the battle with the Lan clan seems to have become less relaxed.

The Lan family is now supported by her uncle, and her grandfather Lan Zongrong is deceased, and he seems to have looked down on it.

Not only him, but Lan Qingchuan has also let go of his resentment and hostility towards him now.

This man is handsome and vicious, and his mind is dangerous, and he has never missed his mother's face for half his life.

She was not in good health, Fang Yuzhong invited a doctor to check, her face was paler and ugly than her, and after listening to the doctor's words, she actually sneered, "I thought you were like me, you looked like your mother, but you walked the same path as her." ”

This is talking about her and Ou Yanzhe. Lan Qingchuan was silent and didn't argue much.

Fang Yuzhong paced a few times, his eyebrows gloomy, "Ou Yanzhe's mind is powerful, you are not prepared enough, so you still let your guard down." Now that I have a child, it is even more unfavorable. ”

"Don't talk about it." Lan Qingchuan closed her eyes, he was stabbing her heart with Dong Yu.

Fang Yuzhong is the best at this for her, but this time, he is silent. sat beside her for a long time, and his eyebrows were deeply depressed.

He didn't say a word to her, but came to see her every day. Fang Yuzhong holds a part of the Lan family, and he even occupies a lot of shares, and now that Lan Yuanli has a lot of affairs, his situation is probably not optimistic.

After he came for a week, Lan Qingchuan opened his mouth: "You don't have to come here every day, I'm fine alone." ”

Fang Yuzhong sat down habitually, his pale and gloomy face, and under his eyes was a layer of cyan of exhaustion. He looked up at her, "I'll go to Paris in a few days." ”

If he goes in person, he must discuss things with Lan Yuanli. The two have been hostile for many years, and if it weren't for ordinary affairs, it would be impossible to sit face-to-face.