Stuck In His Heart

Consuela didn't want to be seen like this, so she swallowed her saliva and bowed her head.

To the Ye Clan, she was just a woman who was carrying their child.

In the eyes of Richie, it should be just a burden.

He could blatantly dig out dirty information to reveal the existence of those he didn't like, so that he could destroy their hard-developed painstaking efforts.

Who would trust such a cold-blooded and ruthless man? What's more, the relationship between them was really hard to say.

"I will give birth to this baby for your family. My only wish is that you won't disturb me all the time.

From now on, we will sleep in separate rooms, have separate meals, and avoid meeting each other until I give birth to the baby."

The expression on her face was serious, and her voice was calm. It seemed that she was willing to sacrifice her body for freedom.

The man looked down at her head and extended his eyes. He could clearly see that her face had turned pale.

Sure enough, she was just flaunting her superiority.

Perhaps she had cried badly with her head down. Her shoulders trembled in a low angle, which was noticed by him.

Suddenly, he felt that half of the anger in his heart was gone. He laughed.

He suggested with a smile, seeming to be in a good mood. "I think we should both sit down and have a good talk, and don't damage our relationship because of someone else."

'Talk about relationship? Fuck relationship. He is afraid that his child will be hurt because of my emotion. Well, such a man with a double mind.

Consuela's mind was in a mess. Subconsciously, she believed that everything that he had done was based on their child.

the benefits of doing this, but it was

between us. You'd

he could

a vicious thought, she stepped back, reached

screw him, the son of a bitch.

words became more and more violent in her heart, so that she completely

leave, he was dumbfounded. Her failure in negotiating to become a deserter was exactly her style. What a

already been rooted in the heart of the man.

man's chest. The scent

the end, she was

was he going to do!

lowered his head. The woman without high heels was only reaching his shoulder, which made him feel

earlobe and smiled. "Don't be angry anymore. I

to steady her body, but her legs were still a little weak. She

was wrong." The man buried his head and

never seen such a

the man in a low voice, frowning.

He suddenly raised his

and came out, drove to a money squadron in L City. He took the

box. This time, there were no friends with him, so he drank

sober, he took out his phone and looked for the number, with

that he was that kind of man, he didn't want to believe that she

didn't go out. When he got drunk, a waiter

was about to step into the VIP straight up elevator, she was stopped by

was allowed to enter the building

man who was so drunk, an obvious disgust flashed in her eyes. She raised her hand and patted the