Kiyokawa Danso

Chapter 443 Invitation
Lan Qingchuan had been lethargic recently, Ou Yanzhe saw that she was unusual, and felt a little worried.After asking Joy, I found out that her personal doctor had been on leave for a while.

"Send Dr. Skinner over to-morrow to see the lady."

Joey nodded.

Dr. Skinner examined it and found nothing unusual.After all, he is not Lan Qingchuan's personal doctor, and he doesn't know much about her physical condition.

"Marquis, if you are worried, you can take your wife to the hospital for an examination, which is safer."

Ou Yanzhe nodded and asked Joey to spare him the schedule.Lan Qingchuan was lying on his side on the bed, sleeping peacefully, with a pink face facing him, looking very lovable.

Her breathing was shallow, Ou Yanzhe reached out to touch her forehead, his movements were very light, lest he disturb her.

Joey watched, secretly rejoicing.

Lan Qingchuan has had a bad appetite these past few days and eats very little.Ou Yanzhe was anxious, and didn't know what she liked to eat, so she asked the steward of the castle, but the steward couldn't tell, because Lan Qingchuan's diet was mostly medicinal diet, which was specially formulated by a nutritionist according to her physical condition. .

Ou Yanzhe then sent someone to invite the cooks from the Lan's Manor. The cooks invited several cooks to cook for Lan Qingchuan every day. Finally, Lan Qingchuan's appetite improved.Only then did the Marquis feel relieved, he originally planned to go to the hospital for a physical examination, but Joey just called out the schedule, but was delayed by an incident.

Lan Qingchuan received letters from the Lan's Manor, most of these letters were addressed to Lan Yuanli, most of them were invitations or greetings.In the past, when Lan Yuanli was not in the manor, Lan Qingchuan would regularly review the letters and reply according to the date and importance. Although it was not an important matter, it took some effort.After Lan Yuanli found out, he didn't want her to spend too much energy, so he handed it over to the secretary.The letter was handed back to her by the secretary.

This is a transoceanic letter.She opened it and looked, and it turned out to be a wedding invitation card from the Ling family in S city on the other side of the ocean.She flipped through it, and there was another letter written by Mrs. Ling, and she missed it quite a bit.

Ling's kindness to her is still great, but the other side of the ocean is a piece of homeland, a place of sadness.

Lan Qingchuan looked at the date, it was just three days later.

As soon as Ou Yanzhe returned to the castle, the steward came to report with a bitter face, saying that Madam did not have dinner today.He had just returned from the Marta Palace, and Butler Joey was lowering his head to remove the family badge from his neckline.Because of entering and exiting the palace, his demeanor was exceptionally solemn.Even if he just raised his eyelids, the steward could feel the pressure on his face.

"It's so late, don't you know what to do?" Ou Yanzhe loosened his neckline, frowned and asked, "Where's Madam?"

The steward didn't dare to take a breath, and answered in the piano room.

Ou Yanzhe walked away without even looking at him.The steward grabbed Joey and reminded him in a low voice: "Madam is very abnormal today. She has been in the piano room all afternoon, and the meals have been delivered several times without moving."

When Ou Yanzhe opened the door and came in, the room was dark and the windows were open.Lan Qingchuan was wearing an apricot-colored cardigan and sleeping on the couch. She had just fallen asleep and woke up when there was a sound.

"You're back." She sat up and was hugged by him.

Ou Yanzhe carried her out, the lights in the spacious corridor were dazzling.Lan Qingchuan narrowed his eyes, held his arm and said in a hoarse voice: "You put me down."

Her face was as usual, and her eyes were filled with deep tiredness.

"I heard from the steward that you didn't have dinner?" He didn't let go, he frowned, "That's not okay, I'll ask Joey to bring a warm bowl of porridge to the room."

Lan Qingchuan shook his head, "I don't have much appetite."

"Nonsense." He lectured.

(End of this chapter)