The Giants Trap: The First Lady Does Not Come Home

Chapter 372 Is a psychopath? (1)

For the next three days, Du Liangchen would receive several large bouquets of roses every day, the fiery red colors were dazzling.

All the vases in the living room, bedroom, and guest room are filled with red roses, and there are no extra vases to put these roses.

There is not even a card on so many flowers, and I don't know who sent them. I asked the courier who delivered the flowers, and he shook his head and said he didn't know.

"From now on, don't use it to send flowers." He received flowers from the courier again today, and Du Liangchen directly told him not to come in the future.

"Miss, the customer has already paid. These are your flowers. Please sign for them." The courier was very stubborn and had to ask Du Liangchen to sign for them.

"If you don't tell me the name of the guest, I will refuse to sign." Du Liangchen was a little angry, "You can take it back yourself."

"Miss Du, I really don't know the customer's name. The customer called and ordered a year's worth of red roses for you." The courier also began to feel helpless.

What a wonderful thing it was to accept such a large order, but the lady who received the flowers he met didn't appreciate it.

"One year?!" Du Liangchen repeated in horror!To be able to reserve red roses for a year? !

After being stunned, Du Liangchen basically knew who the person who sent the flowers belonged to.

There is no other person besides that scumbag who can send flowers so richly and earth-shatteringly.

He took the rose from the courier, quickly signed for it, and then went upstairs.

Sending flowers home quietly, there are plenty of ways to deal with him.Humph.I underestimate myself...
Back at the villa, Du Liangchen found a pair of scissors and cut the roses into pieces, then threw them into the most conspicuous trash can in the living room.

He also deliberately moved the position of the trash can, so that the delicate and bright color can be noticed as soon as he sits down on the sofa...

"Miss, why are such good roses cut into pieces?" Aunt Cheng felt a little pity looking at the cut flowers.

"That...the vase at home can't fit anymore." Du Liangchen made up an excuse casually.

"Then I'll go prepare some more vases for Miss..." After finishing speaking, Mrs. Cheng kindly went to help prepare.

"Ah. No need, go and do your work." Du Liangchen hurriedly refused.

It may not be a good thing to have a housekeeper who is in charge at home...

Sure enough, when Huo Qirui came back and saw Du Liangchen lazily sitting on the sofa, he also sat down next to her.

Du Liangchen deliberately rubbed against the side, and then threw the peeling net he used to peel the fruit into the garbage basket, which caught his attention.

Huo Qirui's expression dropped when his eyes touched the roses in the trash, "Why did you cut all the flowers into pieces?"

"Oh." Du Liangchen replied indifferently, "I don't know which kind of psychopath, who sends flowers here every day. I've told you not to send them anymore, but I still don't listen."

The small face puffed up on purpose, pretending to be angry.

No wonder she received roses for a few days, and the man didn't move at all. Even if there were roses in the garden, there couldn't be so many roses for someone to cut.

As expected, Huo Qirui's face turned dark.

Damn woman, calling herself a psycho? !
The domineering hand grabbed her body domineeringly, and the hot kiss directly sealed Du Liangchen's lips, ruthlessly entangled with each other, teaching her a lesson...

"Hmm... What are you posting... Mmm..." Du Liangchen didn't expect that he would kiss himself suddenly, and he couldn't react for a while.

"Do you think the person who gave the flowers is a psycho?" After kissing for a long time, Du Liangchen's face turned red.

The little head nodded.

It was a neurosis.

Still a rich and powerful psycho.

Kiss again.

"Is it a neuropathy?!"

nod.

Kiss again! "Neuropathy?!"

In the end, Du Liangchen compromised powerlessly.A burning sensation on the lips.

(End of this chapter)