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."

not, because even if he

raised his eyes to look at the man's face, only to feel calm. He did not

get down first." Waving his hand as a gesture of

him like a child now. The man, who was sitting on the balcony when

the lunch box in Tim's hand, grinned and said, "You are the most considerate. You know I haven't eaten

look like drunk at all, but Tim

would never be so gentle to him when he was sober. All he could do was giving him a look. Tim put the lunch boxes on the tea

put down 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 taste was a little

for Richie to bear as he was not fussy about his food. He

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

of spirits in the wine cabinet. You can take them by yourself." The man who was

the bottle with a wood, lifted the goblet and said with a smile,

It was just because of a woman that this arrogant man could put down his

she had something special, it

stood up and picked up a glass next to him. He staggered to the wine cabinet and opened a

want to stop him at all. When Richie raised the bottle to invite him, he did not refuse. He generously reached out his glass and let the person fill his glass with

at the glass of wine that was almost overflowing, he sighed in his heart, "ah, you don't know

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

poured all the way down to his stomach. He had not eaten anything before, so he was painful after drinking

he tasted the food, he still felt terrible

drank on his own. The red moon on the sky was reflected in his dark eyes,

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