Chapter 29 Being Forced To Resign And Await Delivery (3)


    "I just want to cook noodles for you," she said in a low voice, her hands on the counter gradually losing


    their strength, and she trembled under the man''s questioning.


    She did not expect that she could not even cook the most basic noodles. Just due to her carelessness,


    the kitchen was like forcibly robbed.


    All of a sudden, she squatted down and cried, "I gave Emily a day off. It''s all my fault. I''m sorry."


    Because of her current low power, she cried in a low voice, trying not to make Richie feel annoyed, as if


    she was escaping from the whole world.


    Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and pinched his forehead, feeling very impatient. He couldn''t


    resist women''s tears all his life, and he was somewhat worried about her.


    She was fine with it, but she couldn''t be the one to take care of her unborn baby.


    After finding himself a proper excuse, he walked to the kitchen where he could stand, bent over and


    held the woman in his arms.


    The muscles were well proportioned, and through the thin shirt, Consu could see his face clearly.


    She immediately stopped crying, and there was confusion in her confused eyes.


    Was he going to throw her out of the vi because she was too noisy?


    She dared not to move for fear of being thrown down. Her long and wet eyshes stuck together and


    couldn''t open.


    It was easy to tell that Richie was in a good mood, but she still felt scared and hopeless.


    Richie was a little absent-minded when he saw her like this. When he stepped off a staircase, the


    woman in his arms stretched out her hands unconsciously and hooked them around his neck.


    "Are you trying to strangle me?"


    His voice was so cold that Consu let go of him immediately and maintained her gesture, which made


    her feel insecure.


    She closed her eyes and didn''t know where she was.


    It turned out that she was a sly woman. The man steadily picked her up and took her back to his


    bedroom.


    Sitting on the edge of the bed, she lowered her head awkwardly and dared not look at him. She was


    confused and flustered. Although Richie had said before that he would not do anything to her, it was


    really misleading.


    She could smell the faint scent of alcoholing from him. "What are you looking forward to,


    Consu?" she asked herself.


    Richie''s magenta facial expression was extremely terrible. It seemed that he had seen through all


    Consu''s trick without any mercy.


    Being stunned, Consu shook her head, acquiesced in him.


    The man lightlyughed and shook her off. His voice was still cold, and it was covered with ayer of


    frost. "You should know that if you fall in love with me, you will definitely be doomed eternally."


    He was so arrogant. Who would fall in love with such a man with temperament!


    Consu teased him in her mind, but she didn''t show it on her face. Of course, she knew that he would


    treat her differently if she said that.


    The man didn''t talk to her anymore and turned and walked out directly. He walked more softly than


    usual and seemed to be in a good mood. Consu furrowed her eyebrows. She didn''t know what she


    was talking about.


    The room Richie left in was the most sparsely scattered part of the furniture in the house. There was a


    bed and two bedside cupboards. In the corner of the room was a fabric sofa.


    It was so open that people could feel the loneliness. The curtain was also covered withplicated


    pattern outlined by the blue thread at the pure white corners. It was so simple that people would be


    astonished by it.


    She nced at the panoramic view and sighed for a few seconds. Sure enough, the capitalist was very


    stingy, and he could treat himself like that as well.


    When he went upstairs with a bowl of egg noodles in his hand, Consu leaned against the headboard


    of the bed, sleeping. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, she looked serene.


    It was the first time he cooked after many years, but he met someone who wouldn’t praise him.


    Strangely, he was not very unhappy.


    Richie heaved a long sigh and tried tofort himself. Would she cry to thank him?


    He raised his head to look at her carefully. He had sighed more often after staying with her for a long


    time.


    Consu wasn''t a good-looking woman. She had chubby cheeks. The corners of her lips were a little


    nice, and her eyes were a bit curled up like crescent moons.


    Whether she smiled or not was very pleasant.


    He put down his bowl and approached her as quietly as he could. When he got close to her, he saw the


    tears on her face.


    When he reached out to help her wipe her tears, he only felt that his body and mind were separated.


    When he realized what he had don, he didn''t really dislike it..


    And why was he not averse to such a thing?


    He pursed his lips and continued to follow his body''s reaction to wipe her tears gently. When his hand


    touched her smooth and delicate skin, the warm touch extended into his heart.


    Furrowing her eyebrows, Consu grumbled in a low voice. She couldn''t sleep well, but she didn''t


    push his hand away.


    He didn''t leave the room until Consu suddenly reclined on the bed with her head askew.


    He thought he must be crazy, as well as the woman.


    After sleeping for half an hour, Consu''s eyes were red and swollen. Since the curtains were drawn,


    she could only see the dim yellow lighting out through the window.


    When she got used to the cold weather for a while, she could see it again. She turned her head slightly


    and saw the egg noodles on the bedside table. She touched the edge of the bowl. It was cold already.


    There were two eggs and some lettuce in the bowl. The temperature was suitable, but not high enough.


    She sniffed, lowered her head and began eating,pletely ignoring the so-called dining etiquette, as


    if she could vent her so-called emotions by doing this.


    "Thank you," she said between her teeth.


    Emily was not in the vi at all. She could see clearly who had made the noodles. But the pain that the


    man brought to her couldn''t be ignored.


    Like staying in a bitter melon water for a long time, a spoon of sugar could only be stirred in it, making it


    have a slight reaction.


    After the meal, she went downstairs with the bowl in her hand. She saw Richie in the living room in


    front of him was aptop, wearing a Bluetooth headset. The sunshine shone in from the window and


    sprinkled on his body, just like a beautiful man in a painting.


    In the kitchen, Consu put down the bowl, took a few deep breaths and then walked up to the man.


    As soon as Richie noticed her, he also put down his Bluetooth headset.


    Seeing Consu''s nervous look, Richie couldn''t helpughing. The corners of his mouth were just


    lifted a little, but he soon suppressed it. Then he raised his eyebrows and asked," What''s the matter?"


    The way he asked her frankly made her a little stunned. Aftering to herself, she frowned and


    began to organize her words in the bottom of her heart. "I want to go back to work. I hope you can


    agree."


    With one of his eyebrows raised, Richie looked up and down at her face, and did not see any other


    expression on her clean face, asked in a rxed tone


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    "Nothing else?" He coughed, turned off theptop and asked reasonably.


    Consu was a little taken aback by his sudden question. She mumbled, "Okay, that''s it."


    "Okay."