Chapter 116 All For The Child (6)

But when a man was busy with his work, he would always accidentally forget the female companion 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.

Consuela then pictured the scene in her mind. As a result, she couldn't help but let out a loud laugh. All of a sudden, she thought of herself, and she curled her lips with resignation.

They had the same misfortune. She had no common 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.

Consuela sat down on the couch idly, watching TV. Some grapes were placed 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's lazy 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 clapped his hands occasionally in response to what he had said.

That had been his pattern.

Consuela 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 blame 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

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 place 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 villa, it was about eleven o'clock. The lights were on everywhere in the villa.

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 a large number of people were willing to give up everything for it.

And Consuela should be regarded as the former.