The housekeeper on the side hurriedly stopped, "Young lady, how can this work, there are people coming and going in the kitchen, how can it be good if you bump into it." ”

"It doesn't matter, I just use the kitchenette, and it doesn't take much effort."

Lan Qingchuan straightened up and touched his stomach, "I've been lying down and it's boring, and it's good to find something to do." ”

In the evening, Lan Qingchuan looked at the middle of the wall and estimated that Ou Yanzhe was about to come back. The castle had been busy all day, and now it was quiet.

She sat in the central living room for a while, and now she felt hungry, and drank half a cup of yogurt, and the housekeeper Wen Ji brought a plate of washed cherries. She picked one up and ate it, and saw Reddy come up and say that a guest had arrived.

Lan Qingchuan listened to it and said strangely, "Zweig? ”

She didn't hear Ou Yanzhe say that there is such a person, and now is Ou Yanzhe's birthday, if he is close to him, he will not know that he must have something important to pick this time.

"Please sit down for a while, Ou Yanzhe should be back soon."

Lan Qingchuan thought about it, it was not good to leave people dry, put on his slippers and got up, and said, "You are well entertained, and I will go down in a while." ”

"Yes." Leddy quickly left.

Lan Qingchuan ignored affairs for a long time, rarely paid attention to the recent developments in Paris, and didn't know when this person came out, and he didn't pay much attention to the post, so he was all taken care of by a special steward.

She looked at the time again, sorted it out briefly, and went to the parlor.

The huge living room, which has just been renovated, has a dull twilight outside the curtains, and the scenery on the periphery is excellent, quiet and beautiful, and exquisite everywhere.

Zweig sat in silence, and the well-dressed valet poured him tea.

This man is very young, dressed in a military uniform, with an amazing momentum, and his eyes under the brim of his hat are extremely sharp and cold.

Lan Qingchuan went downstairs, there was silence in the living room, there were two servants standing at the door, the tall and straight young man stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window with her on his back, standing with his hands in his hands, his temperament was cold and heavy.

Zweig waited for a while, but waited for Ou Yanzhe's pot-bellied little lady, her face was snow-white, and her action was quite laborious, and her light black eyes were very clear.

"The Marquis went to the palace, and was almost back. Your Excellency, wait. ”

This woman with an eastern face is not as good as his shoulders, but at a young age she is the mistress of this rose castle. Zweig didn't have much affection for Longerak, but he had heard that he was married to the future heir of the Asian Lan family at the wedding of the century, which attracted worldwide attention.

He was silent for a moment, then took off his military hat and saluted her. Lan Qingchuan saw the pair of lake-green eyes under the brim of his hat, and the extremely short hair, the gold was too light, and it looked like silver white.

His style and temperament give her the feeling of being a meticulous soldier, and his face is particularly thoughtful and silent, with an indescribable sense of familiarity.

"Hello, ma'am." His voice was also deep, completely angular, crisp and crisp, without any ups and downs.

Lan Qingchuan smiled: "Hello, Mr. Zweig. ”

The pot-bellied hostess sat in front of him, and when she looked closely, she was still about the same age as him, her face was good, but her complexion was weak.

"Sir, from the military department?"

The military department is now run by Ou Yanzhe, and there are many new faces, and there are naturally many people she has never seen.

The man lifted his green eyes, and there was a heavy look inside, "That's what I'm here for." ”

Lan Qingchuan was stunned, and suddenly felt where this familiarity came from.