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."

drunk or not, because even if he lost his consciousness, his face would

man's face, only to feel calm. He did not know what

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

The man, who was sitting on the balcony when he heard his words, jumped off the balcony immediately and

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

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

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

chopsticks and began to eat. The dishes were delicious, and the taste was a little bit cold because of the cold

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

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

There are also several bottles of spirits in the wine

bottle with a wood, lifted the

little sad. It was just because

If she had

a few bites, Richie put down his chopsticks, stood up and picked up a glass next to him. He staggered to the wine cabinet and opened a bottle of

to invite him, he did not refuse. He

overflowing, he

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

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

he still

back to Tim and drank on his own. The red

looks like at home now?' he thought.