Chapter 184 A True Talk After Getting Drunk (1)


    On second thought, Tim bought two meals in a restaurant on his way to the vi.


    It was not toote 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 thepany.


    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 Consu in the end.


    Not long ago, he had consoled the depressed Consu, but now he had to console the boss who was


    inexplicably hurt in love.


    Tim sighed deeply and then stepped on the elerator. 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 vi door at the hillside was opened. All the ces in the vi 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 ck 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 ss of wine as a


    punishment."


    It was uncertain whether he was drunk or not, because even if he lost his consciousness, his face


    would not show anything.


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


    "Fine, fine. I''ll punish myself with one ss of wine, but you have to get down first." Waving his hand as


    a gesture of admitting defeat, Tim tried to coax Richie with a ttering smile.


    No matter whether he was drunk or not, he was treating him like a child now. The man, who was sitting


    on the balcony when he heard his words, jumped off the balcony immediately andnded on the


    ground beside.


    He pointed at the lunch box in Tim''s hand, grinned and said, "You are the most considerate. You know I


    haven''t eaten anything."


    The man spoke clearly and didn''t look like drunk at all, but Tim was sure that he was trying to hold out.


    Richie would never be so gentle to him when he was sober. All he could do was giving him a look. Tim


    put the lunch boxes on the tea table and put them away.


    Richie put down the wine ss, sat down on the sofa beside the tea table, opened the chopsticks and


    began to eat. The dishes were delicious, and the taste was a little bit cold because of the cold food.


    But it wasn''t hard for Richie to bear as he was not fussy about his food. He was eating happily.


    Tim stood aside, feeling a little helpless. Finally, he lifted his leg to open a bottle of wine, watching the


    scarlet liquid flowing in the goblet.


    "Red wine is not strong. You won''t get drunk. There are also several bottles of spirits in the wine


    cab. You can take them by yourself." The man who was eating suddenly said.


    After a pause, Tim stuffed the opening of the bottle with a wood, lifted the goblet and said with a smile,


    "I see."


    He looked down at Richie. Somehow, he felt a little sad. It was just because of a woman that this


    arrogant man could put down his pride.


    However, the woman didn''t show any special features. If she had something special, it must be her


    belly.


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    After a few bites, Richie put down his chopsticks, stood up and picked up a ss next to him. He


    staggered to the wine cab and opened a bottle of spirits for himself.


    Tim did not want to stop him at all. When Richie raised the bottle to invite him, he did not refuse. He


    generously reached out his ss and let the person fill his ss with a smile.


    Looking at the ss of wine that was almost overflowing, he sighed in his heart, "ah, you don''t know


    how to refuse."


    With his eyshes trembling, Richie lifted his ss and gulped the wine down. The sight made the


    drunk man twitch.


    The scorching wine burned his throat and poured all the way down to his stomach. He had not eaten


    anything before, so he was painful after drinking too much.


    Although he tasted the food, he still felt terrible pain.


    In order not to be noticed, he directly turned his back to Tim and drank on his own. The red moon on


    the sky was reflected in his dark eyes, rendering some destion.


    ''What that woman looks like at home now?'' he thought.


    Watching him leave, Tim looked at his back, he let out a long sigh. Somehow, he inexplicably began to


    me Consu.


    Although both of them were victims.


    Looking at Richie who only drank and didn''t talk, he felt a little flustered. He might as well fight with him.


    He would be able to wake up after he got hurt.


    "Richie, let''s have a fight." Tim took a deep breath and put the goblet on the counter.


    Richie did not turn around. He only smiled and refused, "Why do you like to be mistreated so much?


    Today we are only drinking, not fighting."


    The chuckle was like a cold stream at night, making Tim cool down.


    Yes, he liked to ask for trouble, otherwise he wouldn''t havee here. Unable to persuade this person,


    he could only give up his life to apany the gentleman and drink together.


    In the vi, after dinner, Consu sat on the big sized bed with her eyes wide open, imagining where


    Richie would be.


    But now she realized that she had no idea of the man. Except for the vi and the Ye''s house and the


    company, she had no idea where he would go.


    She picked up the phone, trying to control the embarrassment, and dialed a number, but failed. After


    staring at the phone for a long time, she just threw it far away.


    Out of sight, out of mind. But it was useless. The more she escaped, the more she would woolgather.


    On the bedside table, there was a group photo of Richie and Angie. She raised her hand and took the


    photo of them, trying to make herself give up. The longer she looked at it, the colder she felt.


    "All right, don''t fawn on each other first. If we can live a better life, then we can make do with it. If not..."


    She paused and looked down at her raised belly covered by her pure cotton pajamas, smiling bitterly.