Wife Pursuit Order No. 1

Chapter 910 The Fragmentation of the King
Going home—he hoped that Xia Weiran would be in this home.

The driver hummed, then turned around and left the cemetery.

During the rush hour after get off work, the road was a bit congested, and just happened to encounter a red light again, so the driver stopped for a while.

It happened that the car was parked next to the Shangri-La Hotel;

It just so happened that Lu Qianchen's eyes were always looking out the window;
So, by coincidence, he saw Xu Muhan's sports car, and then a petite figure walked into the hotel carrying a tall man on his shoulders.

He is holding her. From Lu Qianchen's point of view, he is holding her
Hehe, okay, kissing on the street in the afternoon is not enough, so I can't wait to open the room at night.

Really obeyed Xiao Tang's words, if Xia Weilan were to marry home, the child in her womb would not be anyone's name.

Lu Qianchen thought this way, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, very cold and mocking, but a little decadent.

At this time, the red light in front turned into a green light, and the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove across the intersection without noticing that Lu Qianchen kept turning his head and looked towards the entrance of the Shangri-La Hotel, and saw the two figures entering. After leaving the hotel, he disappeared, turned his head around, and then leaned on the car seat.

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When Lu Qianchen returned to the villa, the servants rushed towards the door in a hurry. The housekeeper looked at the time, and it was already past seven o'clock in the evening, but he didn't see Xia Weiran's figure. There was something wrong with the field, so he bent down to say hello, waved his hand, and made everyone retreat.

Lu Qianchen changed his slippers and went straight to the bedroom, Xia Weiran's bedroom.

He stood under her photo and stared at it for a long time. The girl's smiling face in the huge photo was peaceful, faint, and warm like a spring breeze. But at this moment, Lu Qianchen felt that this smile was so dazzling. .

Because her smile has never bloomed for herself, has it?
This smile still flashed a faint blue light on the wall, hitting Lu Qianchen's side face, echoing his faint sadness.

This is the room he prepared for her from the first time he saw her. He secretly ran to school and asked her friends and teachers for the photos. At that time, he thought he was the omnipotent king, but he was the king. In her world, it seemed vulnerable, even fragmented.

How to do.
How can he keep her? He will continue to pretend to be crazy and let her heart go. There is another man by her side. He still has to break through this layer of paper, lock her by his side in a tough and domineering manner, and never give her any escape. Opportunity?
Lu Qianchen stood under the photo for a long time, until his eyes were a little sour, then he turned around and went to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of foreign wine, then sat on the sofa and drank it sullenly.

No ice, no soda water, very pure foreign wine, not sipping, not tasting, but pouring one cup after another.

He wants to get drunk as soon as possible, only to numb himself, maybe he can fall asleep quickly, won't lose his temper with Weiran, and it won't hurt so much. It's just the moment when the strong foreign wine slides down his throat, strong The burning sensation of the scene melted deeply into his blood, making him feel a splitting headache, and some parts became more and more profound.
Lu Qianchen let out a low growl, leaned on the sofa, clenched his fist and hit his head. Feeling that it wasn't enough, he grabbed the cushion on the sofa fiercely, his fingers digging hard at the gap beside the cushion.

(End of this chapter)