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."

whether he was drunk or not, because even if he lost his

to look at the man's face, only to feel calm. He did not know what was hidden

but you have to get down first." Waving his hand as a gesture of admitting

now. The man, who was sitting

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

spoke clearly and didn't look like drunk at all, but Tim was sure that he was trying to hold out.

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

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

for Richie to bear as he was not

feeling a little helpless. Finally, he lifted his leg to open a bottle of wine,

in the wine cabinet. You can

the opening of the bottle with a wood, lifted the

Richie. Somehow, he felt a little sad. It was just because of

any special features. If she had

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

invite him, he did not refuse. He generously reached out his glass and let the person fill his glass with a

wine that was almost overflowing, he sighed

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

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

tasted the food, he

directly turned his back to Tim and drank on his own. The red moon on the sky was reflected in his dark eyes, rendering

looks like at home now?' he thought.