Stuck In His Heart

Debbie spit out the apple core, looked up at his unworldly face, frowned and said, "Now that you know you are shameful, hurry up and leave."

Then she stood up to find the trash can. The man behind her was busy going to open the door. She couldn't wait to throw the fruit core but grasp him back.

"Let go." After taking a glance at Debbie, Baron finally looked at the place where she gripped.

'She must be deliberate. She is going to press me with the apple core. If she were a strong man, I would have an inlaid tattoo in my hand.'

"Thank you very much, sir. You are really handsome and kind, but my friend is in such a bad mood that she even wants to burn all the men in the world to death." Debbie changed her face quickly and loosened her grip.

With a wave of her hand, she threw the fruit core into the trash can by her side. Then she folded her hands together with a pleading expression on her face.

Looking at Debbie with a faint smile, Baron said, "Are you caring about me?"

He picked up a piece of tissue from the drawer and wiped off the juice and the marks which had turned red.

"Yes, you are right. I am just worried about you." Debbie was about to grab him again, but the man stepped back with disgust.

After he nodded his head, Baron walked towards the bathroom. At the moment, Debbie was about to rush in and pull him back.

The bathroom door was closed by the man. She could only see a vague figure through the frosted door.

However, his clean and indifferent voice was very clear. "If you really worry about me, you should let me out to see your friend.

And introduce me to her"

But he heard a sneer from outside the bathroom. "Are you shameless, Baron?"

invade her life. But did he really forget what he

water stopped. The man opened the grinding door and looked down at the woman who was about to fall down due to her close distance. He raised his hand in a hurry to help

his tone of speech was no longer flustered as before. He seemed to have no

leave, I'll go." After

can take that

found no man in the empty room. It seemed that he had never appeared. Everything was only her

by the wind and swayed

head and threw the sheet cover mixed with the

door and walked out. "Do you want to have some fish for lunch?" she asked the woman, who was sitting

eyebrows and replied,

the woman, pretending to know nothing. She asked her innocently, "What are you doing in the room? Staying there for such a long

the kitchen, "I'll cook the fish and

Debbie who obviously escaped, Consuela sighed

once again made the bed. She asked Consuela to take a nap first, so that she could

the end. On the balcony, there was a newly washed light green

"What are you going

was honest and upright, she was actually a little confused. Maybe

the way in the TV series at 8 o'clock?

She didn't talk to her anymore. As a matter of fact, she

white as paper and then as black as the bottom of a

women were happy or sad, it would have a certain

her thought, "Let me tell you. Men care more about their face after they are in power. If he shows up in the shop like this, he will surely be shot by the paparazzi and there will be

to know why there is an ashtray in your house." Consuela pulled out the pillow under her head, threw it to the woman who wanted to