Stuck In His Heart

On second thought, Tim bought two meals in a restaurant on his way to the villa.

It was not too late nor too early now, but he talked like a drunken man. It was not hard to suspect that he had been drinking since he left the company.

The man who could drink a lot had seldom met his opponent at a wine table. Was he intoxicated by himself now?

After pondering over it for a long while, Tim connected this matter with Consuela in the end.

Not long ago, he had consoled the depressed Consuela, but now he had to console the boss who was inexplicably hurt in love.

Tim sighed deeply and then stepped on the accelerator. The car also sped up. In the field of no jurisdiction, he was enjoying the morbid speed.

If it went on like this, he would be able to set up a radio station and act as an intimate brother to feed the others some chicken soup.

In fact, he only wanted to put a few bottles of poisonous chicken soup into his mouth so that he could cut him off and spend the rest of his life peacefully. However, he could only think about that.

When he arrived, the villa door at the hillside was opened. All the places in the villa he passing by were in a mess. He went upstairs. As soon as he opened the thick door, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

The man who called him over was sitting on the balcony at the moment. His long legs were crossed, and the posture looked strange and frightening.

Tim was so shocked that his heart jumped into his throat. He didn't know how many bottles of wine Richie had drunk and turned to him.

His black eyes were full of starlight, shining with unknown wetness, and he raised his red lips.

He said slightly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. You have to drink one glass of wine as a punishment."

if

face, only to feel calm. He did not know

to get down first." Waving his hand as a gesture of admitting defeat, Tim tried to coax Richie with

was drunk or not, he was treating him like a child now. The man, who was sitting on the balcony when he heard his words, jumped off the balcony immediately and

lunch box in Tim's hand, grinned and said, "You are

like drunk at all, but Tim was sure that he was trying to

was sober. All he could do was giving him a look. Tim put the lunch

the wine glass, sat down on the sofa beside the tea table, opened the chopsticks and began to eat. The dishes were delicious, and the

wasn't hard for Richie to bear as he was not fussy about his food.

helpless. Finally, he lifted his leg to open a bottle of wine, watching the scarlet liquid flowing

several bottles of spirits in

bottle with a wood, lifted the goblet and

Richie. Somehow, he felt a little sad. It was just because of a woman that this arrogant man

any special features. If she

stood up and picked up a glass next to him.

invite him, he did not

he sighed in his heart, "ah, you don't

his eyelashes trembling, Richie lifted his glass and gulped the wine down. The sight made the

wine burned his throat and poured all the way down to his stomach. He had not eaten

he still felt

to be noticed, he directly turned his back to Tim and drank on his own. The red moon on the sky was

woman looks like at home now?' he