Then he saw the woman not far from him suddenly looked away. The woman's face turned red
gradually.
He raised his eyebrows and said nothing more, waiting for the woman to answer the question herself.
Was it because she felt guilty or she was angry that her kindness was misunderstood by him? It was
easy to see from the attitude of her speaking that she was being polite.
Consuela took several steps back, not intending to make the man look at her in the eye.
"Do you want to eat it or not?" If she was poisoned, her life would be ended and the Xia Clan wouldn't
have a comeback in L City.
She didn't have the courage to poison the dishes.
Sitting on the chair, Richie said to the woman who turned her back to him by coincidence, "Then try the
poison for me first."
'Fine, I will. I really want to poison this picky man.'
The woman poured a bowl of rice for herself and turned around to make another bowl for him. Then
she ate it without any hesitation as if she hadn't had anything for more than ten years.
He couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. Whenever she was unhappy or too happy, she would
become like this.
Sometimes he really doubted whether her parents had mistreated her before, but according to the data,
they treated her as a treasure.
Without thinking too much, he picked up his chopsticks and joined her.
He hadn't tasted the dishes cooked by her for a long time, and Consuela had specially made it for him
in order to please him. He really liked them.
After dinner, like a king, Richie sat beside the table, watching the woman cleaning up her things. He
kept silent, just staring at her with his eyes.
Being stared at by the man, Consuela was really in a sorry plight.
She really wanted to throw the rag to the face coveted by countless women in L City, but her sense
controlled the impulse.
Richie watched her wipe the table absently. This woman could really hold back.
If she had something to say, just say it. He would think it over carefully before rejecting.
"Consuela, do you really have nothing to tell me?" He stood up and asked.
There was a table between the two, and Consuela was stunned by his question. After hesitating for a
few seconds, she raised her head and said nonchalantly, "nothing."
Richie raised his eyebrows and glanced at her. Then he turned around and went upstairs. "Well, I'm
going to take a shower. You can continue."
The way she behaved just now was really disgusting.
'you jerk! Can't you be like the hero in the soap opera? Why do you keep asking and then roar because
of disagreement?'?
Furiously, Consuela raised her hand to wipe the table. All of a sudden, she felt that her life was
becoming harder. How could a pregnant woman be treated so coldly.
After Emily cleaned up the flowers and plants in the garden, she looked at Consuela's unhappy face
and said, "Mrs. Richie, let me do this. You can have a rest now."
Holding the bowl in her hand, Consuela felt a little embarrassed. After a while, she calmed herself
down and said with a smile, "No, thank you. I can do it. Please help me check my succulent plants."
Noticing that Emily wasn't going to listen to her, she asked with a stern face, "can't the hostess send
you around?"
Emily took a look at Consuela and nodded.
After fiddling with the tableware, Consuela pounded her hand and walked towards her bedroom. She
opened the door and saw the man lying on the bed, his eyes closing.
The pure black quilt covered on the waist. He had just taken a bath and was naked in the room. When
half of the curtain was drawn, the room looked a little gloomy. It was conspicuous.
Her eyes shifted from the upper body to his face again. She let out a helpless sigh. 'this body is so
attractive, ' she thought.
As she was turning around to get a glass of water, a light sound of footsteps came from behind her.
Richie was a paranoid man who seldom fell asleep in the daytime.
"Are you satisfied with what you see?" He put his hand around her waist and asked with a smile.
Consuela gently shook her hand holding the glass. She felt guilty as being seen through, but a moment
later she recovered.
She raised her head and took a sip of water, without thinking about answering him.
What she wanted to say was all against the man. Now she still needed his help, and she couldn't fall
short of success at this time.
Suddenly, Richie broke the silence. His laughter was bewitching her ears, "I haven't seen you for a few
days. You're getting more and more patient."
"What do you want to say? Say it when I'm in a good mood." He lowered his head and smelled her hair.
His breath fell on her hair.
She took a few steps forward, got rid of the man's arms, bowed her head and began to tell him her
trouble.
"There seems to be something wrong with my father's company. I... I just want to ask you. Can you..."
She tried to put it in the simplest way. When she was about to ask for something, she was interrupted.
The man looked at her and suddenly relieved. He raised his hand and rubbed the woman's head, as if
he was a little helpless and funny. "So it's such a trifle."
He wanted to force a woman to speak out everything, but she wouldn't give in as he didn't want to.
He didn't know what she was going to say before, and he was also very nervous. Now that the mystery
was finally revealed, he couldn't help but feel both funny and annoying.
Fortunately, it was not as serious as he thought.
Did it mean that he had agreed to help her?
Holding the glass of water in her hand, Consuela raised her head excitedly. There was a gleam of hope
shining in her eyes, which made her feel very excited.
"You can give me a big smile, you liar!" He pinched her cheek and gave her a weird smile.
He didn't feel sorry for the woman, but she had a strong sense of human kindness for him.
Raising her head, Consuela looked at the man. The man gripped her lips, so she said in a strange
voice, "Don't ...forget...soft...mouth, short...hand."
Right after she finished speaking, she felt a sharp pain in her face, which disappeared all of a sudden.
Richie patted her face gently and said, "You're so shameless, Consuela. Don't forget what you used to
please me. They are all mine."
Well.
The corners of Consuela's mouth twitched. She didn't know how to respond. She just forced a smile
and took a sip of her water.
The man, who had promised to help, turned around to look for his mobile phone, and then called Tim to
ask him to investigate what Xia's Group looked like now.
He only saw the description about Xia's Group when he got Consuela's information.
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