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

Chapter 240 Where I Am Weak (3)

Du Liangchen nodded awkwardly, and cautiously caressed his hard chest with his small hands, as if afraid of being rejected by him.

"You seduced me..." As soon as the magnetic and charming voice fell, Huo Qirui rolled over and pressed down on the delicate body in front of him.

The hot lips sealed her pink lips, and the long tongue stuck into her mouth to entangle and grind, sweeping the familiar taste in her mouth...

Joe's Manor in the middle of the night.

The study room in the main hall was still brightly lit. The bodyguard stood by and watched Qiao An keep flipping through the materials without stopping for a moment.

In the past half month, he seemed to be a different person. He devoted himself physically and mentally to Ming Commune and ANGEL Group. He worked until midnight every day, and sometimes he fell asleep directly in the study.

The few batches of business that the Ming Commune took over were also carried out by the young master himself. That kind of ruthless and decisive method really doesn't look like what the gentle and jade-like young master Pian Pian could do.

The bodyguard raised his hand to check the time, the young lady was out today, no one dared to come and urge the young master to rest.Emboldened, the bodyguard stepped forward and said, "Master, it's late, let's rest."

The hand that was reading the information suddenly stopped, and the sharp gaze swept over like a falcon in the dark night.

The bodyguard was too frightened to speak by this fierce look.

Putting down the materials in his hand, Joan rubbed his temples, leaned back on the leather swivel chair.

On the table, the familiar photo frame was quietly placed in the center, just in line with his star-like eyes.

Sighing, Joan straightened up again and picked up the photo frame on the table.The white and somewhat excessive fingers caressed the person in the photo frame, and the expression on his face was an unconcealable sadness and desolation.

In the corner of the desk, there was a pile of photos scattered.Qiao An put down the photo frame in her hand and sorted out the photos on the corner of the desk one by one. The women in the photos were all Du Liangchen, either sad or happy, and most of them looked indifferent.

Joan put away a stack of photos and put them in a drawer.The palm of his hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and he slammed it hard on the desk.There was a bang—it was particularly abrupt in the quiet night.

Let her make a choice, but she is still happy.

"What happened to the matter I asked you to investigate?" Suddenly, Qiao An asked in a cold and desolate voice.

"It's been found out. Miss Meimei is currently receiving treatment at Wall Hospital in California, USA. It's just that there are many people guarding her, so it's not easy to get close..."

"Just keep an eye on the movement." Joan ordered indifferently.Even if he has the strength to bring Xiaojing back, Xiaojing's physical condition probably won't allow it.

Now, all he can do is to stop quietly and wait and see what happens.

"Master, will you attend the reception tomorrow night?" The bodyguard stood aside and asked carefully when he saw the photos that Joan had put away. "Mr. Huo was also invited to the reception, maybe Ms. Du will also attend..." Seeing that Qiao An didn't respond, the bodyguard added without authorization.

"I will go." Hearing that Du Liangchen might go, Qiao An almost agreed without frowning.

Seeing Qiao An respond, the bodyguard finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Master, it's late, you'd better rest. Otherwise, Missy will worry about you..."

Joan didn't speak, but picked up his clothes, left the study and headed towards the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)