Chapter 272 Paranoia

The man lying on the sofa didn't give her any eye contact with her eyes wide open.

But she soon came up with an idea that she was now talking to a drunkard. In his eyes, everything was nonsense.

She opened her eyes wide and said helplessly, "Do you want to go back with me now?"

Richie was silent when she started the conversation, and he didn't respond now.

Richie didn't answer her question. Instead, a man in an expensive suit sat not far from Richie, laughed and said, "Consuela, Richie isn't willing to, but I am willing to."

The only response he got was the twitch of her mouth. She heard Richie throw the bottle out and scold, "Watch your mouth."

The frozen voice made the room quiet for a moment, as if it was going to be a defensive change.

Consuela was watching the man throw the bottle and speak. She was amused by his reaction. She couldn't help but open her mouth and look at the man with a slit in his eyes, "Are you drunk or not?"

But his manners were totally different from that of a drunk man.

Consuela always felt that this person was awake at the moment. Probably because when she arrived, she did not see the empty wine bottles which were exaggeratedly compared by Tim.

So she just couldn't believe it.

She had to admit that Richie was a great actor and she admired him from the bottom of her heart.

The man raised his head and opened his watery eyes, his long eyelashes twinkling. "I think I'm drunk."

She didn't expect him to be so weak, so she just felt sorry for him.

The wine not only caused brain damage, but also caused heart damage.

Looking at the man not far away from her twitch the corner of his mouth and turn his head. And he seemed as if he didn't know that guy. By this moment, she knew Richie must be crazy.

But this troublemaker was her legitimate husband.

"I see," answered Consuela indifferently

Then she stretched out her hand, which was held by him just now, to help him up. However, the man, who was a little drunk and had

s, it could make her happy.

Without even raising his eyelids, Richie said calmly, "to live is to slowly die, isn't it?"

"……" She couldn't go on talking.

The corners of Consuela's mouth twitched. Then she concentrated all her attention on her breakfast.

"You don't need to go to work today?"

"It's still early," Suddenly, he put down the newspaper and looked at her. His eyes were so bright and intimidating that she dared not act rashly. "Do you want me to have breakfast quickly and then go away?"

Rolling her eyes, Consuela wiped her lips with a napkin and said in a low voice, "You are thinking too much."

"It's just that your performance is too easy to be misunderstood."

"……" What else could she say!

It needed a solid heart made of steel to talk with a man like Richie. Her fragile heart had already broken into pieces.

But he was really a weirdo. He could always force others to say what they wanted to say when they were chatting.

God knew how much she wanted to poke this man's head to see what else was in it besides making money. Why did his EQ always seem to be bad?

Richie put down the newspaper again. He talked like a ghost, "Are you scolding me in your heart again?"

"I'm now in deep doubt that you are a paranoid, and you always feel that people all over the world are hostile to you."