The Giants Trap: The First Lady Does Not Come Home

Chapter 149 The Scumbag Gets Angry (5)

This kind of pain from outside to inside made her unable to open her eyes, and her vision became more and more blurred until the pain gradually disappeared...

So be it.

Just let it all end like this.

It's over, no one needs to suffer anymore...

In the morning, Huo Qirui got up early, and looked at the woman beside him who was still sleeping, her fair neck was covered with bluish-red pinches and hickeys...

Huo Qirui got out of bed agitatedly, picked up his coat and went downstairs after tidying up casually.

"Sir, breakfast is ready..." Mrs. Zhang saw Huo Qirui going downstairs, before she finished speaking, Huo Qirui strode out.

Mama Zhang stood there alone.From the looks of it, sir seems to be very angry...

Night Club.

"Master, why do you have time to come here?" The manager hurried over to greet Qiao An when he saw him coming in.

Since Ms. Du resigned, their young master has not come to Yemei.

"Go and do your work. I'll sit inside for a while..."

Joan threw the suit jacket to the waiter next to him, and walked towards the side bartending room...

Du Liangchen's bartending room is cleaned every day, and it still looks very clean.

Joan pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the bar.

In the small frame of the rose-colored bar, there is still "Rare Brews" that she usually reads.

Joan picked it up and flipped through it. The page she read was marked with a corner folded...

It was like everything between them stopped on this page.

He didn't know if he still had a chance to read it.

This bartending room has not seen her figure for a month, but her smell and smell are everywhere.

It's as if you can see her cleaning the ice machine carefully, seeing her lower her head to sniff the aroma of each wine, or the way she sips a wine glass with thin lips.

"Master, does this bartending room still need to keep collecting top-quality red wine?"

Seeing Joan staying in the bartending room so preoccupied, the manager asked cautiously.

"Everything is as usual." Joan said calmly.

Even if she will never come back in the future, he will still leave the best for her.

The manager on the side was already happy.

If the bartending room still regularly receives some top-notch famous wines as usual, then he will have extra income from time to time.

It's a pity that these red wines with a price of over ten thousand are not used by anyone here...

"You go out. In the future, except for the clean ones, other people should not come in..."

Joan put down the book in his hand, his tone slowed down, "I will come here often when I have time..."

The manager nodded yes and exited the bartending room.

Joan walked to the wine cabinet, picked up the cleaner, and carefully wiped every bottle of red wine in the wine cabinet.

That kind of focused eyes is like treating his most beloved woman...

It wasn't until I cleaned all the wine and utensils in the bartending room that Joan sat down quietly and enjoyed this warm but lonely time...

What is warm is the memory.The lonely one is now...

"Mr. Huo, I haven't seen you for a long time. People thought you had forgotten about Meier."

Huo Qirui walked in through the door with a wine-red long-haired woman in his arms.

"How come? Baby is so painful..."

A wicked and charming smile appeared on the handsome face, and Huo Qirui imprinted an affectionate kiss on the beauty's face...

A familiar voice drifted into the bartending room on the side. Joan sat on a chair and closed his eyes to meditate. His eyes suddenly opened.

The obsidian-like eyes were soaked with a cold light.

"Where are the people who just came in going?" Joan asked the manager standing in the hall.

"Master, Mr. Huo is in the VIP room upstairs. Do you know him?" the manager asked obsequiously.

Joan glanced at him coldly and went upstairs without saying a word.

In the VIP superior room.

The smooth arm of the woman named Meier was wrapped around Huo Qirui's neck, and one hand unbuttoned the dark blue shirt one after another, revealing the wheat-colored skin on it, soft and boneless. The hand draws a circle back and forth on his strong chest...

(End of this chapter)