Kiyokawa Danso

Chapter 440
The temperature is getting warmer day by day, but she is tired and lazy every day, and she is not very energetic.Except for Catherine and the others who came here occasionally, they were even too lazy to go out.

She found a recliner by the window and sat down. After sitting for a while, she fell asleep.

Although Ou Yanzhe said that he was in the castle these days, he didn't have nothing to do.The consortium was handed over to Lian Huishou, and he still had to be busy with the palace.Now his status is different from before, and it is the most important thing. All kinds of relationships must be sorted out, so as not to worry about the future. He has always hated those people's unprepared methods.There are quite a few people staring at his position. If it is a trick, it is not an overt conspiracy, and the conspiracy is too low-key. Ou Yanzhe used to have the intention to play with them, but now he feels more and more bored.

It's better to tease the little wife at home.

After some large documents were passed down, it was evening again, and the twilight was deep.Joey stood aside for an unknown amount of time, like an old gentleman.

"Go down and have a rest, Joey." Ou Yanzhe squeezed the center of his brows, and called him again, wondering: "Madam has been playing the piano for so long?"

Joey shook his head: "Just now the manager came to report and said that he slept in the piano room, and he slept very deeply."

Ou Yanzhe took off his glasses, stood up, his slender shadow was suppressed all of a sudden, his whole body was wrapped in the sunset light, his gaze was long.

Lan Qingchuan was sleeping on the recliner by the French window in the piano room, the servant covered her with a blanket and piled it long under her feet.Her face was tired, her face was pale, and she was slightly dyed in the twilight, but she looked okay.

Ou Yanzhe's heart skipped a beat, and he touched her forehead. She was a little cold, but nothing unusual.

This girl looked calmer and colder than anyone else, and she was carrying everything in her heart, stubbornly carrying it alone, which made people angry and pitiful.When I first got married, I guarded against him like a little hedgehog. After getting along these days, I got a lot better.After all, she is not a cruel and heartless person, and she can't bear others to take good care of her.He arranged everything properly and thoughtfully, and she couldn't keep looking at him coldly.

Ou Yanzhe knew that her prejudice against him would slowly fade away as her heart softened.He also took advantage of this.He has a pair of extremely powerful eyes, he can see and understand her thoroughly, and he hopes that Lan Qingchuan will be taken into his arms like this.

He doesn't believe in love at first sight in the world, but he believes that all emotions can be cultivated slowly.She had completely forgotten about that fate a few years ago, but he was the only one who missed it till now.This is a girl who is difficult to open her heart to others. Without some mental means, she can't remember him at all.In a way, they are a kind of people.

Ou Yanzhe leaned over to hug her, and the blanket slid aside.She struggled uncomfortably, but did not wake up, and pressed her face to his chest.

Carrying all the way to their room, the servant opened the door for him.

Lan Qingchuan felt that he had slept for a long time, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the soft orange light in the house.Looking at the window, the curtain has been drawn, a thick piece.She moved again, only to find herself bound.

Ou Yanzhe embraced her and fell asleep on his side, and the two of them lay together in a very intimate posture.

He looked very tired, his breathing fluctuated regularly, his blond hair was scattered on the pillow, his lips were thin and red, and there was no gentle curve that could be evoked when he slept, and his dark blue and unpredictable eyes were also closed at this moment, making this Zhang Junmei's eye-catching skin has lost the impression of being too thoughtful and too deep in the city in the past.

Lan Qingchuan looked at him for a while, then reached out and flicked his ivory-white forehead.

"Still pretending? Wake up for me."

(End of this chapter)