Chapter 143 Warmth


    For no reason, when the man told her that he would help her, she felt relieved and believed that he


    would definitely help her father''spany.


    Even she herself didn''t know where her confidence came from.


    Perhaps it was because Richie was very friendly to her, or perhaps it was because she felt that their


    rtionship had been closer than before.


    After hanging up the phone, Richie turned around and leaned against the woman who put the ss of


    water in front of her mouth with her eyes ssy and her body stiff. He suddenly burst intoughter.


    If the woman didn''t blink once in a while, he would have doubted whether she had been locked by


    something.


    "What are you thinking about again? The water almost poured into your nose." He took the ss from


    the woman''s hand, and drank a mouthful of water, not caring about the cold water.


    When Consu recovered, she looked down at her empty hand and shook her head with a smile. Half


    of her face was hidden in the shadow. No one could see the expression on her face.


    "When the child is six months old, I''ll go with you to visit my father-inw." The man put down the cup,


    sat on the bed, looked at the woman who was still absent-minded, and said casually.


    "Why?"


    As soon as she finished speaking, she felt like that she had a mental problem.


    "Even an ugly daughter-inw has met her parents inw, but a handsome son-inw has to meet his


    father-inw," said Richie cheerfully, raising his thin lips


    And the woman just immersed in some thoughts, suddenly changed the sadness on her face into


    sincere joy.


    Her child could finally have a father fair and square in front of her parents.


    Although Johnson and Linda didn''t say anything about that, they were more or less sophisticated, so


    they could learn from her words.


    This was the first time that Consu had led a hard life.


    They all hoped that Consu would be able to take the man back to the Xia n. This was not only for


    the purpose of checking out the man''s identity, but also for a reason that they couldn''t tell.


    Consu felt something was wrong with her sister. She always wanted to have a friendly meal with her.


    After all, Harry was hung on the headlines day and night due to her more or less.


    She sometimes thought that this man was so childish and impetuous, but when he heard this name


    "Harry", he immediately lost his temper just like a young boy.


    "Are you so happy that you will be able to look up in front of your rtivester?" The man began to


    fumble on her body. His white chest was slightly turning to pink.


    "All of a sudden, I find that I have be much more shameless than before because I have been


    together with you for a long time."


    "Really?" His voice trailed off. When Consu''s coat dropped on the ground, Richie held her and rolled


    into bed directly.


    The man held her in his arms, and with a wave of his hand, he ripped off his bathrobe. "Go to sleep,


    good night," he said.


    Consu was wrapped in his arms. She was leaning very close to him. Her thin underwear touched his


    smooth body, and she felt a little itchy, which made her very ufortable.


    When she was about to turn around, she saw the man''s slightly tired face. Immediately, she stopped all


    her movements.


    Richie''s return date had been postponed because there was too much work and trouble there, but he


    seemed toe back ahead of schedule.


    He usually stayed up until midnight. In order toe back early, he must work very hard.


    However, he was not a robot, which didn''t seem tired. With a sigh, Consu leaned towards him and


    wrapped her arms around his waist.


    His grip on her waist became harder. All of a sudden, Consu burst outughing. Somehow she


    didn''t even know why.


    The mouth above her head gave out a sign, "I''ll make you cry when I recover."


    His words had a powerful hint. Instantly, the corners of Consu''s mouth twitched and the smile


    disappeared. She leaned against the man''s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and then gradually


    fell asleep.


    It was only about a month since the child was six months old. It was not a long time. She only hoped


    that there would be no more trouble in the future.


    Moreover, she also hoped that the fruit of her ancestors would not get cold with her father''s work. She


    didn''t want her father feel guilty and uneasy in his lifetime.


    Before going to sleep, she finally asked the question that she did not want to give up. "Why don''t you


    let go of Harry? He is very..."


    She didn''t know how to describe the following words. Embarrassed or frustrated? He didn''t seem to be


    neither of them. He just lost his pride.


    "Are you waiting for the little ant to ruin the boat?" said Richie with a tired voice over her head.


    The woman felt that this man seemed a little strange. She wanted to ask him a few more questions


    when he was tired. He would not answer her questions directly usually.


    "If you dare to sleep on my bed and think about another man again, then get off my bed and sleep on


    the floor." With a cold smile, he ground his teeth.


    This sentencepletely broke her mind.


    Left with no choice, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.


    Half of the curtain was closed, and the moonlight poured into the room from the other half of the


    window, and indistinctly outlined the two figures on the big bed.


    Sheryl walked into Harry''s office with chicken soup she cooked. She knocked on the door and walked


    in, looking fearlessly at the man in the office chair.


    She had a smile on her face, but she despised him in the bottom of her heart. Such an appearance, if it


    was seen by someone, it would be a big article.


    Today''s media, in particr, pursued his news relentlessly like a madman. They even wanted to make


    up a story about him during a meal.


    When Harry was experiencing the trouble, she thought that the man who was standing next to


    Consu was undoubtedly handsome and admirable. She believed that it must be the man who had


    nned all this.


    He knew exactly who was attacking him, but he could not deal with the trouble, which almost made


    Harry break down.


    "I cooked some chicken soup for you. You work so hard every day. What if you get sick?"


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    The most pathetic thing was that he didn''t get any benefits even if he lost his health.


    Under the gaze of the man around her, Sheryl slowly opened the thermos bottle.


    She had always been a good girlfriend in front of this man. asionally, she would act like a spoiled


    child, but except for her fierce appearance when she was angry, she had always been indifferent.


    "Thank you." Hearing her voice, Harry raised his head and took a look at her. Then he eyed on the


    chicken soup. The taste of the soup was so strong that it reminded him of his stomach that he hadn''t


    had dinner yet.


    With a smile on her face, she said, "It''s okay. If you like it, I can cook it for you every day."


    After saying that, she handed the chicken soup to the man. Harry took over the soup. He looked at


    Sheryl for three seconds and then looked away.


    He lost everything now, and this woman was still willing to follow him, it should be true love.


    The night was dark, just like the smile curved on Sheryl''s lips.