Kiyokawa Danso

Chapter 43
Han Luochen came to pick her up, and when he drove near her house, he saw a private car driving out of the garden from afar.The man in black clothes got into the car with a straight and stern back, and he got into the car without delay.The butler saw it off at the door, and didn't turn back until the car was gone.He recognized that the man was Lan Qingchuan's father, who was well-known in the business world for his good methods.In the early years, his own family also suffered dark losses in his hands.He has also heard a little about Fang Yuzhong and the Lan's consortium, and it is no secret that the relationship between their father and daughter is frozen in the circle.He made a corner, let off the accelerator, and slowly pulled over to the side.He has never paid attention to these things, and he does not want to accommodate these things in his eyes.

He didn't need anyone to lead him, he casually entered the living room, and Lan Qingchuan was still in the study.He had to take off his coat and go upstairs.

Her place is very elegantly furnished, you can smell the faint aroma of grapefruit, and the blankets under your feet are almost spotless.Upstairs on the left is her room and a big study, and another empty room, unfurnished, with poor sound insulation, just a bed and a window, I don’t know what it’s for, He lived here last time.Now that I think about it, she doesn't have a guest room here, and the room for him is also a temporary arrangement.

He walked slowly into the study room. There are many bookshelves here, and each shelf is full of books. After a cursory glance, they were arranged in various categories and languages.An orchid was hung in the study, with an elegant fragrance, and a bouquet of narcissus was newly placed on the tea table, which was very refreshing.Lan Qingchuan was sitting on the bench by the window, her head was slightly tilted, her face was dignified and silent, her uncombed hair was fluffy covering her pale face.

The movement of him coming in made her move slightly, and then he saw her quiet pale black eyes looking at him.When she saw that it was him, she stood up. She was slender but a little thin, and smiled slightly, "You came quite early."

Han Luochen pulled her chair and sat down, fiddled with a few pens in her sinking wooden pen container, and asked casually, "How is it, are you still going?" He seemed to be pointing, and Lan Qingchuan guessed that he was probably at the door Saw her father Fang Yuzhong.

"Of course, it was agreed last time. I'm not someone who breaks appointments." She stroked the folds on the overcoat, and opened the window a little bit to let the outside air in.

"Then what about these documents? How about I take them and throw them away for you." He bent his lips, knocked on the thick stack of folders on her desk, with a shaking smile in his eyes, and felt This kind of expression didn't suit him, so he narrowed his eyes a little. With such a narrowing, the end of his eyes turned up a little, and a few extremely beautiful lines were pulled out.

She rarely joked, "I wanted to throw it away when it was delivered."

Han Luochen went to the living room to wait for her, the servant brought him a cup of hot milk, the temperature was just right and it was still steaming.The housekeeper was busy preparing breakfast for her young lady, and there was a table full of Chinese and Western styles.

"Don't be too busy, pack up and eat on the road. An hour later, the road will be blocked, and you won't be able to get out of the city." While drinking milk, he talked lazily, and his tone didn't seem serious. Some hesitated, "But it's not past 7 o'clock."

(End of this chapter)