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

Chapter 373 Is a psychopath? (2)

"Tomorrow night at the college's party, I'll be back later, is it alright?" Du Liangchen carefully probed, lest this man accidentally discover his lie.

"What time? I'll pick you up." Just after taking a shower, Huo Qirui threw down the towel in his hand and leaned over with a hair dryer.

"You don't need to pick me up. I will drive myself." Du Liangchen immediately protested.

After receiving Huo Qirui's suspicious look, Du Liangchen quickly explained, "There are so many people going in and out tomorrow, I don't want to be too ostentatious."

Huo Qirui hummed, threw the hair dryer in his hand over, and ordered overbearingly, "Blow your hair."

For the sake of asking for help and lying, Du Liangchen obediently picked up the hair dryer and dried his hair for him.

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Without Huo Qirui's restraint, naturally there would be no bodyguards following him. The next day, Du Liangchen drove to Qiao's Manor by himself.

Before the party time, Du Liangchen had already driven to the gate of the manor. There were already a lot of cars parked in the parking space. Du Liangchen checked the time and there was still more than an hour before it started.

I simply stayed in the car for a while, and the tall and straight French sycamore was still written outside the car window. The leaves in autumn had turned yellow and started to fall, but it did not affect the vitality of the sycamore.

This majestic door made Du Liangchen a little timid.

Come back again and again, and then leave for various reasons.

What brought Joan was hurt again and again.

After closing the car window, Du Liangchen leaned back on the comfortable back seat and closed his eyes.

The last time I left this manor came to my mind.

Joan put her hand on her heart, and her voice was soft and sweet, "Can I be the only one here?"

Looking back, Du Liangchen can no longer remember what it was like at that time.

The days with Joan were like a trickle, endless, she once thought this was the best rhythm of life, warm and serene, nothing could be better.

When did turbulent waves start to stir up around you?

Fear, thrill, joy, torment, worry...

Those adjectives that were once unfamiliar have all been felt in my own life one by one.

The face that often echoed in his mind began to change into Huo Qirui with resolute lines and sharp edges and corners.

In times of crisis, the first person I thought of became him...

He was no longer the self who was kidnapped and didn't even have the courage to call him.

Unknowingly, she has included the most trusted person in her life, but she doesn't know it.

But what good is this?

can they be together

Engagement is but a form of transaction...

Will he marry her?What about that arrogant and charming European woman?

What about the background she couldn't see?

He has too many secrets, and he has too many concerns...

In the future, she has no preparations for what direction she will develop in her life.

The life of Joan playing the violin and bartending that she had longed for had become a broken old dream.

Shaking his head, Du Liangchen put his hand on his heart, and asked himself softly,
Du Liangchen, who is the person living here now?Who exactly?

Is it really just Joan living alone?
Or did she dare not admit that she fell in love with Huo Qirui like that? !
"Are you the girl..." The phone rang suddenly in the quiet car.

"Sister Liangchen, haven't you come yet?" Qiao Qi's playful voice came from the phone.

(End of this chapter)