Before this, Mrs. Sharui had not seen Lan Qingchuan, but she had seen Lan Qingchuan's mother, Lan Yuange. She was a woman who is still influential in the Asian American circle in France, beautiful and soft, the pearl of Mr. Lan Zongrong's palm, and as famous as her brother Lan Yuanli. Originally, they graduated from a girls' school, but Sha Rui studied the family business, while Lan Yuange studied language and translation. But Lan Yuange died early, leaving behind such a daughter who was the same as her.

This little oriental girl is as beautiful and soft as her mother on the outside, but her eyes are not her mother's innocent determination, but sober reason and tenacity, and a pair of extremely quiet eyes.

In fact, Madame Shari knew that marrying Langlak was not what she wanted, but her son Ou Yanzhe planned in every way.

It can be seen that this girl is strong and independent enough.

While being satisfied, she could also see the indestructible defenses and gloom in Lan Qingchuan's eyes, and suddenly became worried, because of the marriage bound by the family, where could she go.

This time we met, we only talked about family affairs, not about business families.

Lan Qingchuan relaxed, but she answered Mrs. Sharui's question cautiously. This is a careful and tolerant wife, even thinking about her everywhere, trying not to cause her discomfort. They went to the central glass flower hall to drink tea and chat in the rose garden, and a morning passed quickly. The servant came up and said it was lunchtime.

Lan Qingchuan felt that Ou Yanzhe's character was really inferior to his mother, not as tolerant and kind, gentle and soft as her.

"Whatever the reason, now that you're married, let's live well. Kiyokawa, you're a smart kid, and I like you a lot. Lady Sharry asked, took her slightly cold hand, and sighed, "Hiko didn't do it right, I know." I don't defend him. It's a strange thing to say, yes, I've never seen him do this to a girl, in such ungentlemanly ways. ”

"Mother, he should not say that he is not. But indeed, Kiyokawa, I apologize to you on his behalf. ”

Lan Qingchuan was silent, just shook her head, she has always been a soft-minded and delicate person, where can she accept her apology.

"Madame," she said, "I am willing to marry him." ”

"Really?"

"I'm willing to live with him. As for the apology, I hope to save it for later, and he can say it to me in person. Lan Qingchuan walked through the room full of roses, her body was stained with an elegant fragrance, and her whole person was calm and plain.

The girl has a good personality, and I hope to be able to hold on to Ou Yanzhe.

Madame Sharry walked a few steps, and heard the girl next to her smile, and the smile was sincere and admiring:

"You're a good mother, really, ma'am."

After living for so many years, her heart has long been calm, and she doesn't want to quietly become extraordinarily soft because of this gentle word. Shari looked into her beautiful young eyes, "Thank you." You're a good girl, too. ”

"Also, call me mother." She curled her lips, "If there is anything wrong with Yan again, tell me, and I will definitely cure him." ”

"Marrying into Langlaque, we will not let you suffer any grievances. Kiyokawa, this is my promise to you. ”

The lunch was very hearty, and to Lan Qingchuan's surprise, it was all oriental dishes, and most of them were her favorites. There were a few medicinal dishes, and she held the porcelain bowl and glanced up at Ou Yanzhe.

He sat across from her, looking up just as she looked at her, and as soon as they looked at each other, he smiled at her softly, and the smile was as bright as it was dazzling.