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."

or not, because even if he lost his consciousness, his face would not show anything.

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

one glass of wine, but you have to get down first." Waving his hand as a

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

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

and didn't look like drunk at all, but Tim was sure

he was sober. All he could do was giving

beside the tea table, opened the chopsticks and began to eat. The dishes were delicious, and

as he was not fussy about his food. He was

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

also several bottles of spirits in the wine cabinet. You can take them by yourself." The man

opening of the bottle with a

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

woman didn't show any special features. If she had something

up a glass next to him. He staggered to the wine

the bottle to invite him, he did not refuse. He generously reached out his glass and let the person

that was almost overflowing, he sighed in his heart, "ah, you don't know how to

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

to his stomach.

he still felt terrible

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?' he thought.