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

man who went back to the office, Richie raised his hand and knocked on the table with a pen. "Do you really think that your

the French window. When he stared at someone, the atmosphere in his eyes could not be

question seriously with a straight face. He repeated 80%

Tim could figure out that it was because of Consuela

those words would push him to the bottom of

hand slipped down, and made

heart beat faster and faster. After telling everything to the man, he lowered his head

conditioner in the room seemed to have a problem in circulation

Tim lick his lips and tremble

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

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

an answer, he continued to ask slowly, "how many lives do you think you can

seemed that he was about to do a heavy fight. He quickly stepped back a few steps. "I suddenly remembered that

a rabbit, but the sound of the door closing was surprisingly

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in the street like ants.

thought of that woman, he smiled

lose control of himself gradually and didn't

the documents and pretended to be an elite. On the spot with dozens of

from the tea room with a cup of coffee in her hand, she ran into the man who was leaving. She raised her eyes and looked at him as she spoke to the man with

not as flexible as her voice, but gave him a sense of oppression. After a few seconds,