The Trap of the Rich: The First Lady Never Comes Home

Chapter 167 Turn Your Face and Ruthless (5)

Facing such a man, she didn't want to explain.I don't even bother to explain.

Huo Qirui pinched her chin, and kissed her hard again.

The crazy aggression, rolling from one side of the bed to the other, seemed endless.

Du Liangchen only remembered the last feeling as if his whole body had been beaten, and also as if his body had been run over by a wheel, which was extremely painful.

This kind of pain from outside to inside made her unable to open her eyes, and her vision became more and more blurred until the pain gradually disappeared...

So be it.

Just let it all end like this.

It's over, no one needs to suffer anymore...

In the morning, Huo Qirui got up early, and looked at the woman beside him who was still sleeping, her fair neck was covered with bluish-red pinches and hickeys...

Huo Qirui got out of bed agitatedly, picked up his coat and went downstairs after tidying up casually.

"Sir, breakfast is ready..." Mrs. Zhang saw Huo Qirui going downstairs, before she finished speaking, Huo Qirui strode out.

Mama Zhang stood there alone.From the looks of it, sir seems to be very angry...

Night Club.

"Master, why do you have time to come here?" The manager hurried over to greet Qiao An when he saw him coming in.

Since Ms. Du resigned, their young master has not come to Yemei.

"Go and do your work. I'll sit inside for a while..."

Joan threw the suit jacket to the waiter next to him, and walked towards the side bartending room...

Du Liangchen's bartending room is cleaned every day, and it still looks very clean.

Joan pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the bar.

In the small frame of the rose-colored bar, there is still "Rare Brews" that she usually reads.

Joan picked it up and flipped through it. The page she read was marked with a corner folded...

It was like everything between them stopped on this page.

He didn't know if he still had a chance to read it.

This bartending room has not seen her figure for a month, but her smell and smell are everywhere.

It's as if you can see her cleaning the ice machine carefully, seeing her lower her head to sniff the aroma of each wine, or the way she sips a wine glass with thin lips.

"Master, does this bartending room still need to keep collecting top-quality red wine?"

Seeing Joan staying in the bartending room so preoccupied, the manager asked cautiously.

"Everything is as usual." Joan said calmly.

Even if she will never come back in the future, he will still leave the best for her.

The manager on the side was already happy.

If the bartending room still regularly receives some top-notch famous wines as usual, then he will have extra income from time to time.

It's a pity that these red wines with a price of over ten thousand are not used by anyone here...

"You go out. In the future, except for the clean ones, other people should not come in..."

Joan put down the book in his hand, his tone slowed down, "I will come here often when I have time..."

The manager nodded yes and exited the bartending room.

Joan walked to the wine cabinet, picked up the cleaner, and carefully wiped every bottle of red wine in the wine cabinet.

That kind of focused eyes is like treating his most beloved woman...

It wasn't until I cleaned all the wine and utensils in the bartending room that Joan sat down quietly and enjoyed this warm but lonely time...

What is warm is the memory.The lonely one is now...

(End of this chapter)