Chapter 110 Do You Want To Abort My baby（3）


    "You have no idea what kind of bitch she is... !"


    Before he could finish his words, he was kicked by Richie several more times. He raised his leg and


    directly kicked that man. His face was calm and somewhat cold.


    Even Consu, who was watching beside them, couldn''t help but shout, "stop it!"


    She thought that he would cause trouble sooner orter if he beat him like this.


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    Richie didn''t reply, but stopped obediently.


    Before Harry could react, he was pped on the face by Richie. Smiling on his face, and darkness


    shed in his eyes, which made people scared.


    "If you like to stay on the headlines forever, then keep your mouth bad." He bent his lips and loosened


    his cor, but didn''t make any reaction as he saw Harry fall to the ground.


    Putting his hands on his injured belly, Harry gritted his teeth and raised his head, asking, "Who the hell


    are you?"


    No one answered him. Richie pulled his sleeve, snorted coldly and walked outside.


    However, a happy smile crept over Sheryl''s face. As a matter of fact, she regarded Richie as the


    perfect husband in the world.


    His evil smile and his heroic spirit made her heart skip a beat.


    On the contrary, the man on the other side, copsed on the ground. Sheryl''s eyes were filled with


    disgust. When Richie passed her, she quickly adjusted her expression.


    However, Harry, who had no one to talk to anymore, waspletely shocked. He knew very well what


    the man said, which was the person who made hispany fall into the center of trouble.


    But he also felt that this man looked familiar. He wanted to think about his identity carefully, but he


    couldn''t figure out who he was.


    He must be in a position of power.


    Richie walked away, grabbed the woman''s wrist, and left directly. He didn''t look very happy, even


    though he had beaten that man so hard.


    "Hey..." Consu said in a low voice as she was dragged away.


    The temper of the man was still unchanged, which made her feel helpless.


    The ce where Richie''s hand was pulling her wrist just happened to be the ce where Harry pulled


    her hand, which had turned blue. She felt great pain as she was pulled by him so hard.


    However, she bowed her head and was not going to cry out of pain. She thought he deserved it when


    she saw Harry just now, but she also sympathized with Harry as a poor man.


    Some first impression would always be deeply rooted in the heart of the people, no matter what kind of


    rtionship it would beter.


    When she was about to turn around and take one more look, she was stumbled by something all of a


    sudden. As she leaned forward, she fell into the familiar embrace and smelled the familiar mint


    fragrance.


    Letting out a long sigh, she closed her eyes and felt helpless.


    Richie lifted her chin and asked with a faint smile, "why do you feel sorry for your little lover?"


    The anger in his eyes was obvious. She knew that running away from reality wouldn''t help solve any


    problems. There were only two kinds of results to escape from the problem at this time. She would


    either be left behind, or provoked him angry.


    "No, I''m just worried that it might be difficult for you to deal with it." Answered Consu with a smile,


    blinking her eyes.


    But the man just looked up at her with a fake smile and pushed her away gently with his hand still on


    her wrist.


    He wouldn''t believe it. No matter what she said, he wouldn''t believe it.


    The box was in a mess in the ce where Harry was. Everything remained as clean as before in other


    parts of the bot. Even the dishes on the table were not used.


    Sheryl was still obsessed with the fighting skills of Richie. It was not that Harry wanted to cause trouble,


    but that he was not strong enough to fight back at all.


    "Cough..." The woman''s attention was drawn by the fierce coughing of Harry, who was still sitting on


    the ground.


    His face was full of frustration, but what he said was just too hurtful, "Help me to the hospital."


    Sheryl rolled her eyes at the man. Smiling, she walked up to him and said, "I''ll call the ambnce.


    Please bear it first."


    Strangely, the door of the box was open, but no one came to watch the fun. She struggled to move him


    out and met a waiter outside the long corridor.


    She reluctantly sent the man out. Seeing that he was so badly ill, she really wanted to leave directly,


    but she couldn''t. For her n, this man couldn''t be solved for the time being.


    Once they got out of the box, she took out a pair ofrge dark brown sunsses from the handbag and


    put them on, fearing that she would be recognized.


    Harry''s face was remembered by most people. If she did not want to be on the headline with him, she


    had to try to keep a low profile.


    The ambnce arrived soon, and Harry was put on the stretcher, and the news of his hospitalization


    was reported as soon as they entered the hospital.


    Fortunately, the man fainted because of the pain. Otherwise, he would have been furious when he saw


    the news.


    At the thought of the face she had been fascinated with, Sheryl was in a good mood.


    It was just that the rtionship between that man and Consu seemed really close.


    Consu was dragged into the car. The man was ready to drive without saying a word. The


    atmosphere was still depressing. She sighed helplessly.


    When she turned around, her hand hit something hard and she gasped. It was just a bruise. Why did it


    hurt so much.


    Perhaps it was because there was too much silence in the car. She shouted a bit loud. The man


    stopped the car and turned his head doubtfully, looking at the side face of the person who was trying


    hard to endure.


    Pursing his lips, he asked in a cold voice with inexplicable anger, not saving her face, "What the hell


    are you screaming for?"


    His perfunctory response made Consu feel ufortable. Consu turned to look at him and


    sneered, then she withdrew her hand.


    If he saw that, he might evenugh at her as a joke.


    She made her bed, let her lie in it. To have a private conversation with that man, she was totally out of


    her mind. She was just being abnormal to the extreme anyway.


    "It''s none of your business." She smiled, with her eyes filled with unspeakable helplessness. In order to


    improve trust, she also shrugged her shoulders to show that it was OK.


    Thanks to Richie''s good eyesight, he could sense her displeasure. He pouted and said, "I don''t care


    about you. Who cares about you? Is that the sister of an enemy or a friend? "


    Since Sheryl had sneaked out of the door and stood in front of it, he had suspected something was


    wrong. It never urred to him that she would be Consu''s sister.


    She should be the daughter of an uncle or aunt. After all, they don''t look like each other. Moreover, that


    person''s attitude towards her was really unpredictable.


    "About my sister? She''s good to me."