"I thought you were very interesting. You were angry, but you dared not say anything. You are just like a
rabbit eating a carrot quietly." He thought for a while and seemed to remember something funny.
She didn't know what the man was talking about. Her eyes widened in shock as she waited for him to
finish his words.
But she was eager to know her image in his eyes.
But the man did not say anything. His eyes were staring at her. As if falling into the memory, a layer of
apathy was flickering in his jade like eyes.
Consuela awkwardly cleared her throat and said, "Can you finish your words now?"
The man's low laughter sounded like ripples on the surface of the water, one after another from the
center to the outside.
With one hand holding her head, Richie lowered his head and rubbed it against her with the tip of his
nose slightly. In a smile, he said, "After a period of time, I find that you are a cat that hasn't grown all
sharp claws. But your appearance is too deceptive."
At first, he just used her as an excuse. But when he found that he had lost patience for her again and
again, he realized that something had changed unconsciously.
The poison began to spread over his body slowly. He didn't notice it at all.
"What do you want to say?" The woman asked in an unfriendly tone, glaring at his face.
If he just came to speak honeyed words to her, he'd better go to bed early.
"I want you to know that I have fallen in love with you, so stop thinking about that everything I do is for
the sake of our child."
His soft and magnetic voice reached her ears lazily, causing quite a stir. "Why don't you believe it?"
Suddenly, she felt hard to breathe. Gritting her teeth, she answered firmly, "I believe you."
She finally yielded.
He squatted on her body, but didn't use much strength. He held the bed with one hand, and hugged her
with the other. The strange and incongruous posture was described as very elegant.
"It's hard to persuade you to change your mind. I will use my action to make up my mind that I will not
miss our baby when you get hurt or have a difficult labor,"
His promise sounded more like a curse.
She pushed him away lightly and stopped him from saying anything else. "I know what you mean. Go
back to sleep."
Then she moved her body and touched her pillow. She still wasn't satisfied with him and lay in the bed.
Every word he said left a way out for her, but she had no way back. She could only penetrate through
it.
She needed to carry a lot of burden.
When she had enough of this kind of life and had no sense of responsibility, she would leave
immediately, even if he asked her to stay.
After a plain statement, the man whispered in her ear, "now you have forgiven me, right?"
Consuela immediately denied, "no, it's impossible.".
However, in reality, she didn't even bother to raise her eyelids and just snorted silently.
"Good night," said Richie softly, kissing her on the lips
Then he lay down beside her, without taking any further action.
As she was about to turn around, the man wrapped his arms around her waist and said in a clear voice,
"You're making me misunderstand your words."
The woman didn't move again. She simply lied there, forcing herself to fall asleep.
The cold war that had lasted for a long time finally came to an end. Richie was in a better mood.
Previously, when the man was in a towering rage, he was always picking about something, which was
even more unbearable when he was irritable.
All the people who entered his office and submitted documents were scolded, and even Tim was
included.
One day passed, and it was another working hour. Terror stricken, Tim went to the top floor with an
emergency document. When he was about to reach the top floor, he couldn't help but slow down.
He hoped that he would never be able to go there again.
Since he had worked too late last night, a document that had been submitted to him had made a
mistake, but he had forgotten to correct it. Now he was very uneasy, hoping that the man could not
blame him for that.
Mary, dressed in a professional suit, passed by and saw the stiff Tim. She raised her glasses and
asked with a rare smile, "Mr. Tim, why are you here?"
Deep in his heart, he felt that this woman was really taking a kind of dark pleasure, so Tim's face was
not very good, only tugging his tie, responded with a bright smile, and then went to the office.
Looking at the man who looked upright, Mary sneered and raised the corners of her mouth. Everyone
in the Secretary Office knew that man in the office was like a ferocious dragon who would go ballistic,
and what Mary did was to disgust Tim.
They had been rivals in work, but she answered the question as a special assistant when she applied
for the job. Later she was employed and became a secretary general.
If it wasn't for Richie to have his girlfriend, otherwise she would really believe that the women in the
office said that the man was a gay.
When Tim, who was ready for the storm, received a response, he opened the door and handed a file to
Richie.
He even dared not raise his head to look at the man's face. "I..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted. Richie frowned and flipped through the file sent by
him. "I've modified some details of the document yesterday. You can have a copy to see the lack of the
document."
His words were like a pool of spring water that was so clean and sweet. Tim quickly looked up at the
man's face and was only surprised.
How could he not be angry? This was impossible.
Richie picked up the pen in the pen container on the table and marked the loopholes on the paper.
"The one you give me now has some small loopholes too. Later, you can copy it and take a good look
at it. If I get anxious later, I can't observe it carefully."
Hearing no response, he felt strange. He looked up and saw the man's face pale and the man's eyes
blue.
Richie could not help laughing and raised his eyebrows. "Why do you have such a disgruntled face?
Do you want to ask for leave to indulge yourself?"
Holding back the obvious expression on his face, Jay quickly shook his head and denied, "no, No. I just
feel it's a little unbelievable."
Tim had been to the experience of a turmoil yesterday, but now he felt his brain was not working.
He tried to find his words in the bottom of his heart, "boss, what good news is
it?"
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