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

Chapter 543 Abandoned Left Wrist
****Location switch China Yuncheng********
Qiao An has been to Japan for more than ten days. Du Liangchen is even more bored in Qiao's Manor alone, but he dare not be idle for a moment.If your hands are not idle, your mind dare not be idle.Even so, it is inevitable to think of those bleak and distressed memories.

Sitting in the bedroom looking at the desolate scene outside, the window was only opened for a while, and the temperature in the room dropped, making her face turn pale from the cold.It turns out that only after walking out can I know that in Yuncheng, a city with four distinct seasons, every year like spring is so precious... It's just her...

At the end of January, even going outside for a while in such cold weather made my whole body chill, let alone going shopping.Du Liangchen closed the window and stood silently in front of the window...

Another month is almost the Spring Festival.Will I still spend that reunion festival alone like this now... My heart is desolate and desolate, as if it is about to grow grass...

Qiao An has been in Japan for so long, and he will probably spend the Spring Festival there. After all, there are his grandfather, his sister, and his relatives there.He still has so many relatives, but he seems to have nothing... The feeling of emptiness and loneliness erodes her weak heart over and over again...

Du Liangchen stood by the window and hugged his arms tightly.The windows are obviously so tight, but they still can't stop the chill in my heart.

The left wrist is still unable to move, unable to grasp or hold anything... This disused wrist is like an indelible spell, always reminding her of the bloody scene at the wedding, making her want to forget can't forget...

That man took root and sprouted in her heart more like a ghost.The more intense the hatred, the more painful the heart... She gave him a fatal blow, and he also gave himself an indelible mark.

Du Liangchen looked down at his wrist, his eyes dimmed.Looking at it this way, it is impossible to see that her left hand cannot move... Only she knows in her heart that what hurts is not the wound, but the heart.

Think about it, if the bullet passed through her right hand, would she be unable to take care of herself now?Even if I hurt my left hand, I still need to trouble the servants at home with many things...

Now she can't even open a bottle of red wine.Not to mention being an excellent bartender,

She destroyed that man's life, and that man destroyed her life.Including her precious dream...

The two of them are like fighting fish, loving and killing each other until the end of their lives.

"Miss Du, it's time to take your medicine." The servant knocked on the door of the room, and Du Liangchen turned around and put away his wandering thoughts.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Du Liangchen took his medicine and thanked him with a smile.

"No trouble. When the young master was leaving, he ordered to take good care of Miss Du." The servant lowered her head in embarrassment, she was not used to Du Liangchen thanking her.

"Dinner is ready for you too. Will Miss go down and serve it to you?" the servant asked again.

"Then trouble you to bring it up for me." In the past few days, Du Liangchen often felt that he was weak, tired and sleepy, couldn't open his eyes, and didn't like to move around at all.

The servant bowed and withdrew.After a while, Du Liangchen was brought dinner.

The dinner was very delicately prepared, Du Liangchen looked at it lazily, and seemed to have no appetite.These days, my energy is not very good, my appetite is not very good, and I even eat less.

"Miss, is it not to your liking?" Seeing Du Liangchen's hesitation, the servant asked again, "If it's not to your liking, let the kitchen make it for you again."

"No need." Du Liangchen said shallowly, "It looks good."

Picking up the chopsticks, Du Liangchen reluctantly ate a little.

(End of this chapter)