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

Chapter 52 The Unforgettable Nightmare of Six Years

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Picking up the remote control on the table, turning off the monitoring screen, Huo Qirui gently opened the door of the room and walked outside. Cremona's violin was lying quietly at the door, even if there was no bosom friend, it was just quietly The one next to the door also looks extraordinarily noble.

Huo Qirui casually picked up the violin, saw that the texture of the violin body was very good, and adjusted the scale.

Huo Qirui looked at the woman in the glass window who was still lying on the bar, her face was buried on the table and she couldn't see clearly, half of the sunlight was shining on her body, and the other half became a shadow due to the living room decoration, the whole figure was half backlit angel.

Huo Qirui stared at the woman against the light for a while before slowly recovering.

Pulling at the collar of his shirt, he put the delicate violin on his broad shoulders, and rested his slender hands on the violin, standing tall and straight outside the door like a beautiful European ink painting.

Du Liangchen lay on the table, recalling those beautiful years that were like flowers and jade.

When I was a child, my parents hugged her and played with Jingmei on the roller coaster in the playground for an afternoon, but she would get tired after playing for a while;
When I was a little older, I started to hide in the wine storage room with Meimei to study those unknown fermented wines, and they had a unique hobby that belonged to their sisters;
Until the age of 16, she happened to catch up with an international wine exhibition while on vacation in Tokyo; she also happened to catch up with that inexplicable disaster, and she didn't know whether it was a natural disaster or a man-made disaster.

Such a big event shocked the media in Japan and even around the world.

But in the end, the government came forward to apologize and said that it was a gang fight, but did not give the result and evidence.

She didn't understand that an event that shocked the world just subsided over time, as if no one remembered it anymore.

But this has become a nightmare that she can't forget for six years.

Was it that disaster, she was the only innocent person?
In a trance, Du Liangchen actually heard the elegant sound of the violin. The sound was delicate and smooth, and gradually calmed down the sad emotions in her heart.

Or the joy of love she is most familiar with, did she actually hallucinate?
Du Liangchen got up from the bar and rubbed his eyes and temples.

The elegant and smooth music still surrounds my ears, which is exceptionally clear.

Following the beautiful voice, Du Liangchen saw the man standing outside the door, with his head half down, and the ends of his hair partially covered his vision.

His violin performance was extremely serious and focused, and it seemed that it was not as violent and hostile as usual, but with a soft taste.

Probably, this soft feeling was too close to Qiao An, so Du Liangchen felt that the man outside the door was more pleasing than usual.

No, not more pleasing, but less annoying.

As if feeling her sight, Huo Qirui raised his head and looked inside.

There was a faint smile on the corner of the stern mouth, which was extraordinarily dazzling in the sun.

Huo Qirui just looked at her, and didn't move in. He didn't open the door until the song "Joy of Love" was finished.

"Here, how about this violin?" Huo Qirui sat down beside her and handed her the violin in his hand.

"I don't know much about it, but it looks very textured."

Du Liangchen looked at him with some embarrassment. She liked the violin because she liked Qiao An. She didn't understand it very well. Even the tunes she was familiar with were taught by Qiao An or she had listened to them many times.

"Do you like this violin?" Huo Qirui asked jokingly as he brushed her slightly tilted face with his hand.

Du Liangchen stared at him blankly for two seconds before nodding heavily.

"So cute!" Sure enough, Huo Qirui pecked her on the face, like a reward, "How do you see it?" He took the design materials on the bar and asked casually.

Du Liangchen suddenly lowered his head in frustration, and shook again.She couldn't find a better stage design, she didn't even have the slightest inspiration.

(End of this chapter)