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?"

and turned a blind eye to his attempt to invade her life. But did he really forget what he had

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

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

you don't leave, I'll go." After glancing at him, she walked towards the door with confidence.

"I can take that as your concern

back, she found no man in the empty room. It seemed that he

down by the wind and swayed

the sheet cover mixed with the man's smell to

opened the door and walked out. "Do you want to have some fish for lunch?" she

her eyebrows

could not help but look to the door behind the woman, pretending to know nothing. She asked her innocently, "What are you doing in the

went straight to the kitchen, "I'll cook the fish and you

Consuela sighed helplessly and

a nap first, so that she

on the head of the bed and the other on the end. On the balcony, there was a newly washed light green

are you

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

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

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

as paper and then as black as the bottom of a pot, which made her feel really worried, let alone

were happy or sad, it would have a certain impact on

shows up in the shop like this, he will surely be shot by the paparazzi and there will be tens of millions of people

Consuela pulled out the pillow under her head, threw it to the woman who