Good Morning, Mr. President!

The next day.

Early in the morning.

Only at 5 o'clock.

Xia Xingchen was woken up to make up and change her dress. She was sitting in front of the vanity mirror like a lifeless ragdoll, and was being manipulated.

Lan Yan sat and watched with her chest full of arms. Xia Xingchen knew that she wanted to appreciate her despair and embarrassment.

As soon as the headgear was put on, the door of the room was suddenly opened.

"lady!"

The servant's panic sounded suddenly.

Everyone looked up and saw Mrs. Lanting coming in weakly from the outside.

Her condition was not relieved, and she was too weak to walk. However, even so, at this moment, even Lan Yan dare not approach her half a step.

because……

She is holding a pistol in her hand. This special pistol is exquisite, but its lethality cannot be underestimated. Lang Ye is very clear.

All the servants were shocked to take a few steps back, and the scene was suddenly chaotic.

"Mom." Xia Xingchen got up immediately and hurried towards her, "how did you get up?"

"Follow Mom." Mrs. Lanting clutched Xia Xingchen's hand tightly. Her hands were cold, as if there were no temperature at all. "Even if I die, I can't let you be used by them!"

Xia Xingchen's eyes were sour.

At this moment, Mrs. Lanting was obviously weak, but her strength was very strong. Xia Xingchen was pulled out two steps. White dress with long skirt dragged on the carpet.

"Aunt!" Where would Lan Yue be willing to let her go like this, she suddenly followed, "Yu's car is already on the road! You leave with the prospective bride like this, you let them Yu, our Lan family face how……"

Before he finished speaking, Lanting's muzzle was aimed at Lan Yan.

Everyone took a breath.

Lan Bing was so bold that she was accustomed to gun bombs, but at this moment, when Sen Leng's muzzle was pointed at her, she was still horrified for a moment, and she raised her hands subconsciously.

"I don't want to hurt you, but don't stop me from taking the stars!" Lan Ting's tone was unstable, but his momentum was very aggressive.

When it was determined that Lan Ling would not come up and down, she turned and dragged Xia Xingchen and continued to go out. However, before reaching the door, a group of bodyguards carrying guns suddenly entered without expression.

The footsteps were heavy and terrifying.

The atmosphere in the whole room suddenly condensed and made people breathless.

Immediately after, Lan Zhan Shen stepped forward.

He glanced at Lanting's gun in his face without any horror. As if she was holding a toy in her hand.

Only the person who ordered him coldly: "Take me Miss Lan Jiaer on the car!"

What a Miss Lan Jiaer!

Xia Xingchen heard it in her ears, only to feel ironic.

"Dare you!"

Lanting raised his gun.

Those three words were tossing to the ground, almost exhausting their whole body strength, shocked the bodyguards, and dared to step forward.

Lan Zhan looked cold, "What are you still doing ?! Get me up!"

This drink, everyone had to come forward. Lanting shrewd the gun and pulled the trigger.

That moment ...

Everyone held their breath, and more timid servants covered their ears in fear, screaming and hiding in the corner.

but……

Surprisingly, the scene was very quiet ...

Surprisingly quiet.

That terrifying gunshot didn't sound.

Lanting didn't give up, and even buckled it a few times, but it was just a few empty sounds of metal collision.

Lan Yan took the lead to sigh of relief. "No bullets."

Lan Zhan chuckled, "Sister, do you think I can still keep bullets in your pistol?"

Lanting breathed a sigh of relief, throwing down the gun in his hand, and dragging Xia Xingchen unwillingly to let go.

After a false alarm, those black men under Lan Zhan's hands were no longer afraid, and flocked up to carry Xia Xingchen downstairs.

"Wait!" She said without saying a word.

She pushed the bodyguard's hands away, and held Mrs. Lanting, who was already weak and physically weak, and turned her head to let the servant help her into the room to rest.

"Stars!" Lan Ting didn't want to leave, and looked at her sadly. "Although the engagement was not a marriage, it was not a joke!"

"Mom, don't worry, I know." She whispered comfortably. At this time, there is no choice.

Lan Zhan did not give them any chance to say anything, and let the servant help Lan Ting to leave. Xia Xingchen went downstairs with the Lan Zhan people.

The Chinese New Year and the engagement were originally a festive occasion, but because of the sad mood of the prospective bride, the entire Lan family did not have a lively atmosphere. The servants seemed to be infected, and congratulations did not dare to say a word.

Xia Xingchen was sitting on the sofa wearing a dress, waiting for Yu's car to come over.

This winter, although the temperature inside is constant, but she is very thin, she still feels cold and shivering.

She never took off the ring on her finger and held it tightly, just like holding his hand, giving her a little more strength.

Yun wanted to sit with her, always feeling upset. After a while, she found the topic and asked, "Doesn't your person look good? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"No." She returned short.

Yun wanted to sigh and took off the fur from her body and put it on her shoulder. "Wear so little, it will be cold outside for a while."

Lan Yan frowned and stretched out her fur. Yun wanted to look at her reproachfully, "Well, what are you doing?"

"I bought it for you. Why do you want to use it for irrelevant people?" Lan Ye put the fur back on Yun Xiang's shoulders, and gave Xia Xingchen a glance, and said, "Mom, I will Jealous. "

How could Yun blame her for being coquettish? Sighing, helplessly said: "You, when can you be sensible?"

Xia Xingchen sat beside, listening to the conversation between their mother and daughter, only to feel ironic.

Forcing her to such a point, Lan Yan could be so relieved.

She sat, her eyes closed, and she was so sleepy.

"Come, here! Master, Madam, Master Yu's car is here!"

I don't know how long after that, a call from outside broke in. Then, the mighty convoy drove directly under the Roman column of Yujia Manor.

Xia Xingchen was awake a bit, and the Lan family was finally lively. However, as a party, she was still sitting still, and her expression on the face did not change.

Yu Zenan came in person.

He is very formal today. Black suit, white shirt, and a bow tie around his neck. It's handsome and handsome, a little more mature than before.

Xia Xingchen looked up and smiled at him.

It was a bitter smile.

Yu Zenan walked over and the gentleman spread his hands in front of her. She trembled her eyelashes, handed him gently, and stood up against him. He glanced at her, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.