Stuck In His Heart

"You'll be absent-minded just by talking a few words to me. Is it because you're in love with the world, or because I'm too bored to be talked to?"

The moment she raised her head, she met the man's gaze. Holding the glass of water in her hand, Consuela furrowed her eyebrows. Rolling her black and white eyes, she changed the topic again. "Which flowers do you like? I can pick them for you myself."

The smile on her face was deeply covered by the man's hand.

Her glass was taken away and she was thinking what on earth this man was going to do. Suddenly her body was lifted up.

Subconsciously, she reached out to grab the thing that was protecting her. But as soon as she touched it, her face instantly flushed red as if she had caught a kind of incurable disease. She shrank her whole body with her hands drew back to her waist. She preferred not to feel safe in the air than to face the embarrassment in the air.

The man suddenly stiffened in his arms, as if he was enduring some pain, and buried his head in the woman's shoulder, "why do I want to slap you so much?"

The two acted very weirdly at the moment. Consuela still put one of her feet on the hanging chair, trying to balance herself. And Richie bent his long leg slightly, which seemed a little funny, but after a moment, he began to get better.

He took the woman out of the chair completely and walked downstairs. His face was cold and pale. He didn't look well.

Consuela didn't dare to say one more word. She even didn't have the courage to push the man to put her down. She was sure that Richie would let her go directly as long as she said let go of her.

And he didn't care that she was pregnant and would considerately put her down.

Then he walked into the living room directly, and a servant pulled a chair out for her. Then Consuela was put on the chair.

With a sullen face, Richie pulled the chair next to her and sat down. He didn't say a word all the way along. He skillfully wiped the knife and fork with his dining cloth, made it almost to reflect the light.

up the Chinese food set on the table and started

later, the man's bowl was almost full, but her bowl was still intact

with a long face, and said, "You're being childish. If you want, you

embarrassing, the momentum was

she would like to eat, squinted at her and a fit of smile appeared on his lips, "I have told you to eat

at the man for a couple of seconds, but the man didn't seem to tease her at all. Then she

a trance for Consuela's quick movements. He couldn't help laughing

a baby in her womb, so she had to provide nutrition to both of them.

fragrance shredded pork. Why are there so many dishes that I

words, he put the

in silence. She would eat as much as that man gave her, as if the whole process was like

picked up a few vegetables and ate a little rice, as if

lie if she said she didn't appreciate him. In fact, sometimes she thought

course, some things were super

chopsticks and looked at the woman who didn't want to move anymore. He raised his hand and pinched the woman's belly. Then the woman slapped him

this way when you are fat? Have you always thought that you are slim and not fat at all? Even if you are pregnant, you can still

"……"

pace. They walked

big garden and hire someone to serve it?" Looking at the beautiful flowers in the garden,

to her, deliberately preventing her from seeing his expression at the moment. "Perhaps I got the point that I

now, her daze was suddenly enlightened