Lan Qingchuan only felt that a black shadow was pressed in front of him, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Han Luochen staring at her, as if he was smiling. Her birch-brown eyes clearly reflected her slightly raised head and frowned, and she could even see her pale eyes, stunned and a little dizzy.

Han Luochen looked away without a trace, and instead leaned on the back of her chair. He was tall and handsome, and she sat with her back resting lightly on the soft brocade cushions of the chair, and her long hair was like a waterfall, with a few strands hanging down from the back of the chair he was holding. From a distance, the two seem to be close and familiar with each other.

Luo Jie secretly screamed in his heart, pleasing to the eye.

Lan Qingchuan was turning his head to ask him to retreat, but he leaned over, took a pomegranate seed, and threw it into his mouth. His lips are not thin, but they are graceful and soft, like the petals of a cherry blossom in March. I saw that his lips moved slightly, and then hooked them again, and his eyes seemed to sweep over her paused fingers, and he said, "It's quite sweet", and then stretched out the bone saucer again. The stupid husky naturally wouldn't miss it, and happily ran over to rub Lan Qingchuan's feet.

Han Luochen swept his eyes, raised his long legs to stop it, and blocked it from a distance, and the dog was unwilling to pull his slippers and trouser legs.

Lan Qingchuan sighed, summoned the maid, dialed some pomegranate seeds into a saucer, and motioned for the maid to call the dog away.

In the blink of an eye, the clock struck ten o'clock.

Luo Jie and Han Luochen were finally leaving, and Lan Qingchuan put on a shawl and sent them to the door.

Luo Jie asked with a smile: "Miss Lan, there is a party in Qiuyan Mountain the day after tomorrow, why don't we take you over to play together?" After speaking, he glanced at Han Luochen with a smile again. But I saw that this kid was wearing a windbreaker, with one hand in his pocket, and a pair of eyes looked lazy and plain under the street lamp, but he was silent on the surface.

Lan Qingchuan thought about it, Qiuyan Mountain has a large terrain difference, and there is a famous racing track. She shook her head and looked at the two boys, and said in a light tone, thank you. I'll have arrangements for the day after tomorrow.

In the wind of the autumn night, her voice drifted through the air like a short dripping sound.

Before she finished her words, Han Luochen raised her legs and left, hurriedly leaving a goodbye, the corners of her clothes suddenly rose in the night breeze, and quickly melted into the night. The boy didn't look back, turned around and got into the car, and after a while he drove out, and soon he could only see the red shadow of the car shrinking into a dot.

Luo Jie was dumbfounded, but gradually gloated. It's rare to see him like this, disappointed, unhappy, annoyed and angry. Han Luochen is flamboyant and lively, arbitrary and willful almost to the point that there is no one in his eyes, he cares about very few things, and he has always been cold and indifferent. And if something really enters his heart, there will definitely be a huge wave of momentum, so that people will face him thoroughly and remember him.

He should have been a glorious young man, he was still so green, but he had been banished for too long.

In fact, Lan Qingchuan didn't make excuses, she did have a date the day after tomorrow, and she needed to hand over the translated materials to Ling Haofeng.

That day, Ling Haofeng had just finished class, and he hadn't had time to take off his glasses. He put on his scarf as he walked, and smiled when he saw her, "Qingchuan, how long have you been waiting?" He would have been able to come out soon, but the professor stayed to say something.