Chapter 34 Don't Put Your Finger On Me

The more she thought about it, the more she felt shocked. It seemed that she could be really hook up with his attitude towards her. Did he hate women?

Consuela raised her head to look at the man, whose eyes were dim. The hands holding chopsticks trembled a little. She knew that knowing too much was a challenge to other people.

She spoke very calmly, "You can rest assured that no matter what kind of person you find, I will not disclose it."

As if afraid of being heard by others, she kept her voice low and still looked very serious.

The wine in his mouth almost gushed out of his mouth by her words. He felt as if he had been flirted by the woman seriously. What a bastard she was.

It seemed that she needed to be tamed.

"If you dare say one more word, you'll pay for it." He took the napkin on the table and wiped his mouth, his voice was cold and stiff.

As if she was talking to the enemy who dug up her own tomb.

Consuela made a face and stuck out her tongue at him. She wasn't interested in any other kind of gossips, so she thought he would get angry from embarrassment.

Suddenly, the phone rang in the pocket of the man sitting opposite her. He stopped pouring wine and answered the phone quickly. The caller was Tim, and could only be about business.

"Boss, Wang Group has already agreed to sign the contract as we have requested. Now we are waiting you present,"

"You did a good job. What reward do you want?" Richie said with a smile

The person on the other end of the line refused, "Why are you still so formal with me? I can sacrifice everything for the company."

"Oh, I just got a big case in the company recently and wanted you to take a rest. Now it seems that you are doing very well." He hung up the phone directly as if he could do nothing to help.

The call made him feel better. He was waiting for the good news from Laura, which would not cause a big loss.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. His face was as bright as ever. Consuela was surprised to see him still sober. He had drunk two bottles of red w

to sleep with me if there is nothing else."

He suddenly took a hand around her waist. Through the thin pajamas, she could feel the temperature of the man's hand, bit by bit penetrated into her skin.

She could see the man's short black hair and high nose, and his eyes with the starry light glowed.

The corners of her lips curled into a helpless smile. She swallowed hard, her eyes turning red. "We're not doing anything good for the fetal education."

She lied in earnest, but she pretended to be very serious.

She was turned around by him ingeniously. The man sat at the edge of the bed and looked up at her. His hand was still around her waist, and with a smile on his face, it was difficult to understand his thoughts.

"Fetal education? Do you know what the right fetal education is?" he said seriously. However, he pushed her down on the bed. They were so close that she could feel his slight tremble when he smiled.

All of a sudden, Consuela's face turned pale. She closed her eyes, her lips trembling. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything else.

Fear gathered quietly at this moment, like a plot to reveal the secrets of the last resort, which was noticed by people quietly.

The man bowed his head, and the corner of his lips touched her earlobe. He deliberately lowered his voice, "So, are you afraid that I can really ride on you?"