Chapter 116 All For The Child (6)


    But when a man was busy with his work, he would always identally forget the femalepanion


    beside him.


    Let the woman who wanted to be on the gossip headlines could only pretend to smile all the time.


    She was so angry, but she still had to smile.


    Consu then pictured the scene in her mind. As a result, she couldn''t help but let out a loudugh. All


    of a sudden, she thought of herself, and she curled her lips with resignation.


    They had the same misfortune. She had nomon enemy at all.


    This seemed to be a charity auction, which was live streaming. But the cameramen were always biased


    in favor of beautiful people. They must have shot more than three face lifting videos for Richie.


    Consu sat down on the couch idly, watching TV. Some grapes were ced on the table as she sat


    down on the couch. She wanted to do nothing, and there was nothing she could do.


    She might be suffering from the so-called pregnant women''szy syndrome, and her temper was also


    easily irritable.


    The live broadcast was over. But she still didn''t see what on earth Richie had taken. He just pped his


    hands asionally in response to what he had said.


    That had been his pattern.


    Consu couldn''t help but wonder whether the man the man went there to be showing and the camera


    was installed by himself.


    On the other side, Tim was sitting in the car, waiting for the end of the charity auction, and taking in a


    woman''s anger.


    "How can you be such a jerk? You even made her pregnant and didn''t need to be above yourself. You


    even threatened her to get married. You don''t know that don''t flirt with her if you don''t love her?"


    The woman mumbled, not knowing whether she was drunk or eating something. "Did you drink?"


    The moment Tim finished his sentence, the woman started to scold him again. "I drank too much. It''s


    because of you. You not only got yourself into trouble, but also put the me on the girl. Shame on


    you!"


    The woman was scolding the locust while pointing at the mulberry. Then Tim frowned and wanted to


    say something, but the woman said again, "Shut up! I don''t want to hear your exnation."


    Tim''s eyes wide open and his face confused. Sure enough, this woman was drunk. Normally, if she


    talked to others in this way, she would have peeled off herself.


    The drunk''s words were hard to believe. For Tim, he was not ready to believe a single word from


    Cassie, but from her tone, the person who was cursed should be familiar.


    However, when he just had a shadow of a man in his mind, he heard someone knocking at the car


    door. He slowly slid down the window and opened the door.


    "I''m telling you, don''t think you can do anything with money. When I''m strong enough, I''ll let you have a


    good lesson." Cassie was still shouting in a loud voice on the phone. Tim quickly pressed the volume of


    the phone to the minimum and threw the phone away.


    What kind of grudge was that? She was so outraged.


    As soon as Richie got in the car, he asked, "are you sure we''re going to spend arge sum of money


    on my partner today? Just to fight for a role for her? "


    That woman was the female artist that had signed a five-year contract with his new entertainment


    company. Tim, ayman told the highly paid professional that the woman had a promising future.


    After thinking for a while, Tim realized that the man Carrie was scolding was Richie. He expressed his


    stand promptly, "Boss, don''t underestimate her. She won the prize easily just because of a movie. She


    looks like a pure girl."


    In order to create opportunities for that woman, Richie asked her to go to the charity with him. He just


    hid in his car and didn''t cut down the entertainment atmosphere with the excuse that he was not feeling


    well.


    If that woman was a little discerning, or if she could stop being hated by others, she would probably


    seed in more than half.


    Richie had always seen through his lies, "Oh, why do I feel that she''s like a sexual woman?"


    Her clothes were revealing. What''s more, she took an opportunity to bury herself in him. Furthermore,


    she seemed to be good at acting. As long as this live stream was shown, this woman could press


    Harry''s headline tomorrow.


    The man raised his hand and rubbed his forehead that was a little tired. Then he said to the man sitting


    next to him, "I''ll hire a group of people tomorrow. They should press Harry to the headline again."


    His voice was a little bit hoarse, like the aftereffect of smoking. He squinted his nted eyes and lifted


    the corner of his lips slightly.


    "Okay, I''ll ask someone to do it." Tim was driving the car, and he was thinking whether he should tell


    Richie the thing that Cassie mentioned.


    Suddenly, Tim didn''t want to bring it up, when he saw Richie was answering his phone.


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    Now that it was a straight way, he chose to drive by himself. He rolled his eyes slightly and picked up


    his phone, which was put aside. After lighting up the screen, he found that the phone was still on the


    line.


    The corners of his mouth twitched. He felt somewhat helpless. When he ced the cellphone beside


    his ear, he could still hear the woman''s subtle scream. Fortunately, he had turned down the volume so


    that nobody else would hear it.


    The woman kept repeating the same meaning. The scum would never find his true love in the future,


    and she even scolded every man in the world.


    Men were all bastards in this world.


    Tim was unable to argue with this drunk woman. He could only throw his phone aside again and drive


    around the street.


    However, Richie didn''t talk much on the phone. Because the front line used little medicine, only a


    temporary loss of that batch of medicines. Now as the use of the medicines became more and more, it


    was impossible to reduce.


    Richie squinted his eyes and said to the person in charge, "don''t worry. I''ll figure out a way. You just


    wait and see."


    It was absolutely impossible to transfer the medicine to a safe ce in a short time using legal


    transportation. In order to remove the trouble, he had no choice but to resort to some illegal means to


    carry out some special transactions.


    Richie turned his head to look at the scene separated by the brown window. The neon lights had risen


    like the morning sun. He rubbed his forehead and asked, "when is it now?"


    "It''s only 10:50," Tim checked the time.


    When Richie got back to the vi, it was about eleven o''clock. The lights were on everywhere in the


    vi.


    When he changed his shoes and walked into the living room, he suddenly had an indescribable feeling


    of emptiness. There was no woman who had always been waiting for him, and there was no food


    prepared on the table.


    Although it was his own idea, he still felt a little pity about it, with some unspeakable emotions.


    Perhaps this was what people often said about the mentality of being cheap. The more easily he could


    get, the more easily he would ignore; the more desperate it was to catch up with, and arge number of


    people were willing to give up everything for it.


    And Consu should be regarded as the former.