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

Chapter 233 Don't Force Me (3)

When Huo Qirui was grabbed by her, the steering wheel suddenly turned crooked.

Du Liangchen was standing at the back, when the car was in an accident, he lost his balance and fell on the back seat.

Huo Qirui took a look in the rearview mirror, and increased his speed on his feet...

Wandering up from the back seat, trying to catch him again...

呲——呵——

The black car drove a few meters in front of the villa before stopping.

Du Liangchen watched as Huo Qirui stepped out of the car, opened the rear door, and fixed his eyes on himself.

Looking at everything familiar from the window, Du Liangchen began to shrink back into the car, his slender wrist tightly hugging the back of the front seat, as if grasping the last straw...

He refused to get out of the car alive or dead.

A pair of almond eyes fixedly stared at Huo Qirui standing outside the car, his eyes changed from clear black to violent, refracting the sharp and fierce light.

Why? ?What did she do wrong again?What did she do wrong to anger him?
Suddenly, Huo Qirui bent down, and with his long arms, he easily pulled Du Liangchen out of the car.

The light body fell into the thick embrace, and she walked towards the villa with steady steps.

Du Liangchen's body began to tremble.

The small hand clenched into a fist, trembling uncontrollably...

impossible!It will not be like this!

Feeling the movement in his arms, Huo Qirui lightly bit his thin lips...forcibly suppressing the colic and unbearable pain in his heart.

It's all for her own good... It's just that there is no better way than this one.

Upon entering the villa, the servants were all standing neatly in the living room.

Huo Qirui hugged Du Liangchen and threw him on the leather sofa in the living room.

Du Liangchen sat up abruptly, there seemed to be some breath left on the leather sofa...

Tearing off the tie on his shirt, his black eyes were full of dark emotions...

Bending down, she put her strong arms on both sides of the sofa, encircling her between her chest and the sofa, her voice was evil and cold, "You don't want to talk, do you? Then we'll do it! Recall the feeling of that night, Listen to your cry..."

The masculine breath swept over, Du Liangchen looked at the servants in the living room, none of them left...

Why don't you go?Are they going to stay here to watch the battle?

Look at how she was humiliated again...

A pair of big hands suddenly pressed on the shoulders, and Du Liangchen was pressed down on the sofa as soon as he exerted force.

A hot kiss met her cool lips... 
don't want!do not do that!
The mouth opened and closed, but the voice still disappeared, and the breath was drawn into Huo Qirui's mouth.

Du Liangchen squeezed out his hand, made a small fist and waved it at the man on his body.

Soon he was held down, unable to move...

The body began to writhe, wanting to get rid of his restraint... wanting to get rid of the fate of being raped...

"Don't want to talk? Just call someone for everyone to listen to..." Huo Qirui suddenly raised his head, pulling at the collar of her skirt with his hand.

Crash--

The sound of the cloth being torn apart was sharp and piercing...

All the servants in the hall didn't change their faces. They heard the sound of the fabric breaking, but none of them dared to look towards the sofa...

"No... No...!" The body began to be exposed to the air again..., the dry voice was forced out of the throat, unclear.

Huo Qirui paused, and his voice was broken!no!The hands continued to tear.

(End of this chapter)