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

Chapter 36 The Little Prince in the Comics

"Sounds good," Huo Qirui put down his glass, his dark eyes exuded a dangerous atmosphere, "but when did I say I would kick her?"

He can still let him dictate his own affairs?It is simply life and death.

"Then, what do you mean..." Duan Huayi asked tentatively as he looked at the man opposite him who was hard to tell.

Isn't it acting?Does this man want to make a fake show for real?
"That's what you think." Huo Qirui said coldly, "Tell the hospital that there is no need to take special care of Du Feng." Perhaps, keeping him is not necessarily a bad thing.At least, it seems that he cannot be allowed to die for the time being.

"Mr. Huo is going to let him go?" Duan Huayi hurriedly stood up from his chair when he heard the news and asked.

"Don't worry. What I promised you won't change." Although Huo Qirui was dissatisfied, he replied coldly. The damn old fox was afraid of harming his own interests.

When leaving Sophie Group, Duan Huayi was beating gongs and drums in his heart.If Du Feng is let go, then even if Du's shares fall into his own hands, it will not be safe.

He was very unwilling to let Du Feng let go of the bird spirit that he had held back for so many years under Du Feng's hands.

Joe's Manor.

The man was sitting in the gazebo of the manor, sipping fragrant tea, while two maids in simple kimonos stood beside him.

This all-powerful man in Japan's Honshu Island is Masao Oshima.

The Ming Commune under his control appears to be an organizational structure of the group on the surface, but in fact it is a new organization after the split of the Yamaguchi-gumi in the last century, secretly controlling most of the arms business in Southeast Asia and South Asia.

The Japanese government had noticed him in the early years because of the continuous violence, shootings and bombings. However, he acted cautiously, and it was difficult to bring him to justice without evidence.

Moreover, the enterprises under the Ming Commune involved almost most of the industries in the state, and had an unshakable foundation in the state. Once they were uprooted, the economy of the entire state would be greatly fluctuated, and the consequences would be disastrous.

At this time, Lao Yu came from the direction of the villa, and seemed to be walking in a hurry, "Sir, young master..."

"That's all, that's all." Da Dao waved his hand, knowing that Lao Yu couldn't invite him, "I'll go there by myself."

Oshima put down his tea cup and stood up. He looked like he was in his 50s. He was not too tall but tall and straight, with a natural air of a king.

In the villa, Yumi Ito stood on the edge of the sofa with her hands down, like a child who did something wrong.

"Get out too!" Joan turned around and yelled at her.

"Qiao Anjun, don't be angry, I'll just go out."

Seeing him getting angry, Ito, who was already cautious, became even more anxious. She walked towards the door uneasily, and looked back at Joan when she reached the door, as if hoping that he would change his mind.

Walking out of the villa, Ito slowed down.

It has been 14 years, from the first time I saw Joan to now, 14 years have passed.

The first time I saw Qiao An was in Yokohama, Japan.

At that time, he had just arrived in Japan with his parents, and Ito saw him under the cherry tree.

In April, the cherry blossoms in Yokohama are in full bloom, and the whole garden is full of a faint fragrance of cherry blossoms.

Joan was standing under the cherry blossom tree, wearing a small white suit with a black bow tie pinned on it, like a little prince in a cartoon, the cherry blossoms eclipsed by a fair and clean face.

Just like getting along with him in the next 14 years, Ito approached him cautiously for the first time.

She was too young, too worried that the little prince would be frightened and disappear like in the cartoons.

"I'm Ito, are you the little prince?" Ito walked up to him carefully and asked in Japanese.

Joan turned around and stared at the little girl in front of her, and said flatly, "Idiot!".

Ito couldn't understand what he said, but looking at the expression on the little prince's face, he didn't seem to like him too much.

And that sentence did not know what it meant until she started learning to speak Chinese at the age of eight.

It turned out that their first meeting was doomed to get along with each other for more than ten years.

(End of this chapter)