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.

didn't deny the benefits of doing this, but it

between us. You'd

best if he could die

back, reached for the doorknob,

screw him, the son of a bitch.

violent in her heart, so that she completely

watched her leave, he was dumbfounded. Her failure in negotiating to become a deserter was exactly her style. What a waste of her righteous indignation just

had already been rooted in the heart of the man.

hugged from behind, Consuela's back bumped against the man's chest. The scent of mint mingled with

end, she was so tired that she could only pant and shout out, "are you

he going to

high heels was only reaching his shoulder, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

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

her legs were still a little weak. She asked seriously,

love to me. I shouldn't look down upon other people. I really know I was wrong." The man

never seen such

in a low voice, frowning.

physical and mental health." He suddenly raised his head and whistled in the brain, and easily transformed a serious apology into an indescribable

money squadron in L City. He took the VIP card to the top floor and opened

in the extravagant box. This

took out his phone and looked for the number,

the call. Just like Consuela didn't believe that he was that kind of man, he didn't want to believe that she was

didn't go out. When he got drunk, a waiter took out his phone and dialed the number which frequently

came to this messy place. When she was about to step into the VIP straight

to enter the building only after she had

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