Stuck In His Heart

If the man had a sad face the other day, but now, his face was so gentle and touching.

Not only did he not criticize him loudly, but he also forgave him so easily as if he was possessed by a ghost.

If someone said it was normal, he would rush up and slap his face to wake him up.

Richie raised his eyebrows, and the chair around him rotated slightly. He crossed his long legs gracefully and asked with a faint smile, "do you think you are idle?"

It was not the first time for Tim to do this. He shook his head in a hurry and got his nervous down all over his body. Because of Richie's moodiness, his workload was increased by three times.

Just like those high school students who were preparing for their final tests, he had to stay in the office all day long.

He was so busy that he wished there were seventy-two hours a day for him to use. However the man sitting in the office was in a bad mood, drinking tea, and scolding others sometimes.

He touched his nose when thinking of this. He remembered that he seemed to be the one who had been scolded the most severely.

Just because the work was too tedious, Tim needed to hang around in front of him too much and as a result, his scolding was equal to three times.

He was well aware of the man's facial expression. If he said a few more words, he would not get a good result.

"If you don't have anything else, you can go back to work first. Take away the documents submitted yesterday and make some adjustments." Richie raised his head and looked at the man whose face was gloomy. He pointed at the document at the corner of the table.

The meaning of expelling was so obvious that Tim could not ignore it. He had to step forward and put the document in his arms.

As he walked out, he suddenly thought of the call from Cassie. Although it was not a big deal, she had mentioned boss's name.

might be interesting.

who went back to the office, Richie raised his hand and knocked on the table with a pen. "Do you really think that your work is not enough? Do you want to fully

clean sun outside the French window. When he stared at someone,

a mouthful of water to calm himself down. He answered the question seriously with a straight face. He repeated 80% of what Cassie said last

emotions. Tim could figure out that it

those words would

a click, the pen from the man's hand slipped down, and made a crisp

the man, he

problem in circulation and it was suddenly turned

Tim lick his lips and

want to fight with me?" He pushed away the chair and stood up, looking at the man

a gentleman. His voice was as cold as icy water, which made Tim feel

for an answer, he continued to ask slowly, "how many lives do

he saw that man rolling up his sleeves. It seemed that he was about to do a heavy fight.

rabbit, but the sound of

loosened the top button and

walked to the French window and looked down at the people in the street like ants. Suddenly

of that woman, he smiled softly, but a moment later, he forced himself to

gradually and

and pretended to be an elite. On the spot with dozens of eyes in the Secretary Office, his

her eyes and looked at him as she spoke to the man with an air of sarcasm. "I wonder what

was not as flexible as her voice, but gave him a sense