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 not show

at the man's face, only to feel calm.

punish myself with one glass of wine, but you have to get down first." Waving his hand as a gesture of admitting defeat, Tim tried to coax Richie with a

him like a child now. The man, who was sitting on the balcony when he heard his words, jumped off the balcony immediately

and said, "You are the most considerate. You know I haven't eaten

look like drunk at all, but Tim was sure

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

on the sofa beside the tea table, opened the chopsticks and began to eat. The dishes were delicious, and the taste was a little bit cold because of the cold food.

was not fussy about his food. He was eating

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

get drunk. There are also several bottles of spirits in the wine cabinet. You can take them by yourself." The man who was eating suddenly said.

of the bottle with a wood, lifted the goblet and

little sad. It was just because of a woman that this

didn't show any special features. If she

a glass next

raised the bottle to invite him, he did not refuse. He generously reached out his

that was almost overflowing, he sighed

gulped the wine down. The sight made the

down to his stomach. He had not eaten anything before, so he

he tasted the food, he still felt

not to be noticed, he directly turned his back to Tim and drank on his own. The red moon on the sky

looks like at home now?'