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

is nothing to talk about between us. You'd better

could die unexpectedly in this

stepped back, reached for the doorknob, and trotted

child, screw him, the son of a bitch.

violent in her heart, so that

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

already been rooted in the heart

against the man's chest. The scent of mint mingled with the

her strength, but to no avail. In the end, she was

going to

woman without high heels was only reaching his shoulder, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

the woman's earlobe and smiled.

but her legs were still a little weak. She asked seriously, "what's wrong with

to me. I shouldn't look down upon other people. I really know I was wrong." The man buried his head and silently made some marks on

had never seen such

man in a low voice, frowning.

physical and mental health." He suddenly raised his head and

came out, drove to a money squadron

in the extravagant box. This time, there were no friends with him, so he drank alone.

took out his phone and looked for the number, with his eyes wide open.

he was that kind

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

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

the building only after she had passed

flashed in