Chapter 2 Engagement (2)

Have you ever seen a leopard? Slender, forbearing, yet as strong as lightning.

　　——Huo Yan

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　　When meeting the stylist, Lan Su I saw four words on that face - urgent assembly.

　　The eyes, nose, mouth, and other five facial features want to be kneaded into one.

　　"My dear, tell me."

　　Adora raised her index finger and drew an exaggerated circle in front of Lan Su's skirt.

　　"Did this dress offend you? Are you going to ruin it?"

Lan Su awkwardly turned her head, her eyes covered with broken hair, blocking half of her face.

　　"Pink, more girlish."

　　This was given to her by Lan Shan when she and her eldest daughter Lan Shan went abroad to work on projects together last year.

　　The color of the lotus root powder is young and light, and the skirt is very fluffy. The length is above the knees, revealing the slender and straight calves. The halter neck style cross-collar, and the water drop-shaped hollow exposed on the front is sexy, but the scenery is blocked by the bottoming shirt.

　　"Why do you need to wear one underneath?"

　　Adora's eyes were almost on fire.

　　Lan Su lowered his eyes and covered his eyes subconsciously: "I'm not used to wearing revealing clothes."

　　Adora's eyes narrowed: "Where is the exposure? It's the 21st century. Do you want to take it off? If you don't, I will take it off for you. ."

　　Lan Su backed away:

　　"I'll do it myself .

"

　　I have heard before that the stylist Adora has a bad temper and is extremely impatient. Now it seems that the rumors are true.

　　Lan Su walked into the changing room anxiously. At that time, even she did not expect that one day, that The self who grew up in the turmoil, who only knew how to play with knives, was transformed into a rich girl

　　with short hair hanging down like a wolf's tail on her shoulders, covering half of her face and slender neck. Adora pulled it up and tied it into a bun at the top of her head. At the same time, she combed back the mop-like hair on her forehead, leaving only a few strands of broken hair

　　exposed, her slender eyebrows, and her narrow nose. The outline has a Jiangnan delicacy. The eyes that have been neglected for many years are bright and beautiful, and there is a kind of perseverance due to the character. Plus, the tear mole at the end of the left eye is the finishing touch.

　　"It's so beautiful." It's very simple to shape people. Adora

　　looked at the mirror with satisfaction:

　　"Just show your face." "

　　It's just that the injury on the forehead is too dazzling.

Been beaten? Adora asked.

　　Lan Su looked away and said, "It fell." "

　　Adora stared at the person in the mirror and did not continue to ask. She tacitly removed the gauze and replaced it with a thin patch. She covered the wound without being obtrusive. Cover it with foundation and concealer, as usual. Strange.

　　So, Lan Su stood back in front of the full-length mirror.

　　The original strange dress suddenly changed. The halter neck showed off her voluptuous shoulders, and the slim waist and fabric were faintly visible. The last step is to cover the scar, 　　and

　　the wristband is tied on the right wrist, which

　　is elegant and beautiful, like a hosta flower spreading its petals in late autumn .

Know where the hurt is. "

　　Adora told her when they met for the first time.

　　Two hours later, Lan Su arrived at the coffee shop.

At the front desk, she happened to meet the servants who bought coffee for the eldest lady Lan Shan. One of them was almost stabbed by a flying knife yesterday. Xiaohong in the middle. She hated Lan Su deeply, but she just let Lan Su pass by without recognizing her.

　　"The person just now looked a bit like the third lady. "The new servant next to him said hesitantly.

　　"Lan Su? " Xiaohong turned around and saw only the slim back, waving her hands confidently, "How is that possible? She would only wear a shabby black suit. How is it possible to wear a skirt? "

　　Who would have thought?

　　Who would have thought that Lan Su, who wears a black suit all day long and has hair like a mop, is actually the slim, elegant and generous lady in front of her?

At 14 o'clock, Huo Yan appeared at the door of the private room on time

　　, sitting in a smart wheelchair and wearing a white suit. She was covered with a lead-gray cashmere blanket. Her half-length hair was tied back, with a strand hanging down from the left side. She seemed to have everything under control.

　　She had a mixed-race face and heard that her mother was Russian. He has deep eye sockets, a straight nose, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He has a sharp and aggressive look in his movements.

　　"Miss Lan, I'm glad to meet you. "

　　That was the second time that Lan Su heard this bewitching voice like smoke.

　　She stood up from her seat, followed Aunt Zhang's instructions, put her feet together, stood upright, opened her shoulders, and nodded slightly.

　　"Huo Miss. "

　　Huo Yan glanced from top to bottom with a blank expression. His eyes fell on the hand that was slightly tightened due to nervousness and the pink wristband tied to his right wrist. He moved his eyes away and pressed the button on the right armrest of the wheelchair. He slowly stopped across from the dining table and said,

　　"Sit down. From now on we are a family, no need to be polite. "

　　Lan Su's heart was filled with worry. He took a deep breath and sat down for the time being.

　　As a family, Huo Yan tacitly agreed that the Lan family would definitely agree to the marriage.

What would Miss Huo want to drink? "

　　She handed over the menu.

　　Huo Yan took the menu with one hand, browsed it, and said coldly without raising his head:

　　"You can call me 'Mr. Huo'. "

　　Lan Su choked. Although she tried to calm down, the hands under the table seemed to have their own ideas and they were clenched one by one.

　　After about three seconds, she spoke back:

　　"Don't you mean a family? Calling him 'Mr. Huo' would be too foreign. She

　　paused while browsing the menu, twirled her fingers at the corner of the page, and slowly raised her head. This was the second time she looked directly at Lan Su, her eyes falling on her tight lips. For a moment, her eyes were filtered by the bright lenses. The light seemed to be deep in the cold forest, in the dark and lifeless wilderness, and it was

　　interesting.

　　His thin lips moved: "You can also call me 'Ayan'. "

　　Lan Su choked for the second time. His fists tightened and tightened under the table, and his back teeth were almost crushed. He thought of Lan Xiaoyu who cried so much last night that he suppressed the fire in his heart.

"Mr. Huo. "

　　She compromised.

　　Huo Yan ordered a cup of black tea, plus the coffee and snacks Lan Su ordered just now, and signaled the waiter to wait until they serve.

　　The room was quiet, with only two people meeting for the first time left.

　　Lan Su put his hands on the table Under the skirt, the hollow water drop collar in the front revealed a faint crotch line, but she was not used to this kind of skirt, and subconsciously held it in her mouth on

　　the opposite side, Huo Yan was used to the negotiation table and looked careless. He leaned lazily on the backrest, his hands resting on the edge of the table, his slender fingers naturally curled up, calm and calm.

　　"Miss Lan asked me to meet, and it shouldn't be as simple as having afternoon tea."

　　Lan Su took a secret breath and said the words she had rehearsed countless times in her heart:

　　"I hope Mr. Huo can reconsider this marriage."

Huo Yan looked at her, his calm eyes through the lenses, unable to see his emotions clearly: "The reason."

　　Lan Su had already thought about it: "We don't know each other, and you don't know me or the Lan family."

　　Huo Yan's eyes She moved, showing her patience for dealing with prey, and opened her lips:

　　"Marriage does not require feelings. It is a business. And I am a businessman. If Miss Lan doesn' t let me do business, there must be an explanation."

　　Lan Su's eyes were half-eyed. He lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembled, and then said:

　　"The antique industry has been in a slump recently. The Lan family has lost several big deals. A hasty marriage may affect Mr. Huo's company. What's more, the stock price of a listed company is particularly important. If there is any slight disturbance, I'm worried that the stock market alone will make you lose all your money."

Huo Yan listened to her quietly. Under the lens, his beautiful eyes moved and he said slowly:

　　"I thought Miss Lan was so unconscious. I haven't been familiar with the outside world for many years. I didn' t expect to know so much about the industry."

　　Lan Su Yilin clutched her skirt under the table -

　　she was indeed unfamiliar, but that was not her, but the real second lady of the Lan family. When he was 9 years old, he suffered an accident and became a vegetative state. He passed away in the hospital two weeks ago.

　　However, the Lan family did not announce the death, but announced that the second lady had successfully revived.

This news helped the Lan family secure an order for Song Dynasty porcelain. However, it fell into Huo Yan's palm at the same time.

　　In order to conceal the news of the death, the Lan family will definitely find someone to pretend to be the second young lady. Otherwise, if the news spreads like wildfire, it will not only offend Huo Yan, but also the entire business district.

　　"Since I want to find you, of course I will get to know you first."

　　Lan Su had an idea and rounded off the conversation.

　　"It's just that I can't imagine what you can get by marrying the Lan family."

　　Knock knock!

　　While talking, the door of the The private room was knocked open, and the waiter came into the room with a tray and placed black tea and coffee on the table.

　　Finally, put down the tiramisu served on a round plate.

　　despair.

　　The porcelain plate was placed on the table, and Lan Su's eyes fell on the waiter's hand. There was a thick layer of yellow calluses on the joints. Normally, an ordinary waiter shouldn't have such a thick callus.

The hand under the table slowly rose up, his index finger inserted into the ear of the tea cup, and he secretly took a deep breath.

　　Whoosh!

　　It's too late, but it's soon.

　　The waiter picked up the knife on the tray and stabbed Huo Yan with his backhand .

　　"Be careful!"

　　Lan Su smashed the tea cup at almost lightning speed, but the waiter dodged it.

　　Huo Yan's reaction was also quick. He pressed the button at the first stab of the knife and turned sideways to avoid the blade.

　　The The killer rushed like a wild beast, whoosh! Whoosh! The dagger fell again and again, and Huo Yan avoided it again and again until he retreated to the corner.

　　The incident happened suddenly, and Lan Su subconsciously pulled out the knife, just like the champagne tower yesterday, piercing the waiter's bones. But when she touched her calf, the place where the knife was strapped to the outside was empty.

　　On the other side, the killer pounced on Huo Yan like a wild beast, the tip of the knife piercing his heart.

　　Whoosh!

The disc on the dining table flew from mid-air, like a bullet, as fast as lightning, and hit the killer's leg. Hearing the sound of "Duh", the killer knelt down and paused with the dagger raised high. The veins bulged and he stabbed Huo Yan with greater force.

　　The two-second pause allowed Lan Su from behind to seize the opportunity, fly forward, and throw the killer aside.

　　Lan Su has seen many killers of this level.

　　But now she is the "Second Miss of the Lan Family", a vegetative person who has just woken up from the hospital. She should be delicate, weak and unable to restrain a chicken.

　　So, when Huo Yan looked here, she gently let go , and the killer even broke away and cut her arm.

Ugh!"

　　The delicate skin broke open and red blood flowed down in large gouts.

　　The next moment, the killer rushed in again with a knife in his hand. Lan Su retreated delicately, like the people she had seen in Southeast Asia, fleeing from riots.

　　"Go to hell -"

　　the killer roared, raised his hand and dropped the knife. The sharp blade aimed at the heart and fell straight down.

　　Lan Su covered her face, seemingly extremely frightened, but actually listening to the footsteps coming from the floor, she secretly counted down -

　　three, two, one.

　　In an instant, the bodyguard rushed into the private room.

　　"Mr. Huo!"

　　"Who are you!"

　　"Capture him!"

He screamed, captured, and fought, and everyone was turned upside down.

　　In the corner, Lan Su, who was wearing a pink skirt, sat helplessly, her long legs crossed sideways and her toes tucked into the hem of her skirt. She leaned against the wall and covered the wound on her arm with one hand. Blood overflowed from her fingers and soaked the silk wristband along her arm.

　　The wheelchair stopped silently in front of her, one centimeter away from the blood stain.

　　"Miss Lan, your skills are good."

　　Huo Yan said, with a surface that seemed to express appreciation, but deep down, there was a dangerous temptation.

　　Lan Su frowned, slowly raised her chin, and spread out a strand of hair, sticking it against the blood-spattered right cheek, just enough to hold the tear mole at the end of her eye. Her appearance was already slender, but at that moment, under the pained expression, she looked even more broken.

　　"It hurts."

The superficial meaning is: I am just a delicate greenhouse flower who is afraid of pain. It was just an illusion.

　　A deeper meaning: I got stabbed and injured in order to save you, but you still want to test me?

　　Scarlet blood splashed all over the floor, and the sunlight falling on the blood made their first meeting possible.