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?"

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

was about to fall down due to her close distance. He raised his hand in a hurry

a step back quietly. After barely stabilized his body, his tone of speech was

you don't leave, I'll go." After glancing at him,

man behind her smiled helplessly. "I can take that

It seemed

beige curtain was waved up and down by the wind and swayed her heart that

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

smile, Consuela raised her eyebrows and replied, "I

nothing. She asked her innocently, "What are

"I'll cook the

escaped, Consuela sighed helplessly and ran her eyes over the

first, so that

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

"What are you going

actually a little confused. Maybe that

way in the TV series at 8 o'clock?

her anymore. As a matter of fact,

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

would have

tell you. Men care more about their face after they are in power. If he shows up in the shop like

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