Chapter 332 Jealousy (1)

The man who was pushed away without any displeasure, slightly raised his eyebrows, seemed to be noncommittal.

After uttering these words, Consuela began to become a bit annoyed. She moved her clumsy nose and sniffed the air. There was indeed a strong smell of jealousy in the air.

Seeing that she was so absorbed in her own trouble, Richie didn't say anything more, allowing her to give full play to her wild thoughts. However, in the bottom of his heart, there was a warm feeling.

It seemed that if he could make Consuela jealous, he would be happier than starting a big business.

Meanwhile, a warm smile cracked on his face.

However, he met a woman who didn't care about it

He shook his head helplessly, and then raised his hand to pull her into his arms. "Why are you so far away? Are you afraid that I will eat you alive?"

"Haha..." He couldn't eat her, but he could make her angry.

Then Consuela was hugged by the man. She felt very uncomfortable and forgot what Debbie had told them.

When she turned a corner, she suddenly remembered what she was told to do. She turned her head and looked at the man who was squinting slightly, looking at her.

She started to suspect that there was no reason for this man to look at her. His eyes had always been intimidating, but this was not the case.

And she didn't feel anything uncomfortable.

"Cough..."

Consuela had just pretended to cough. The man, who didn't pay much attention to her, raised his eyebrows and asked casually, "hmm?"

It seemed that he had waited for her to speak for a long time in such a flat tone. Now that he heard her speak, he wanted to hear what she would say next as soon as possible.

Blushing, Consuela said awkwardly, "I know what I need your help."

"I'm all ears."

"But you haven't said yes."

She wasn't stupid. She liked to wait for him to give her a promise before she ask

the garden had been removed, and even when she came back, Miranda didn't bother her to let her see the squirrels.

Without answering her question explicitly, Richie raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you think the soup today tastes delicious?"

"… You are a liar. " 'Do you really think I'm stupid? How can people make soup of squirrel?

Perhaps he felt that things would not get more severe if he explained everything clearly, so he had to sigh. He stopped teasing her.

"I've made another drey for them." He smiled at her mischievous smile and said, "Mom has brought them to the Ye's house. She asked you to visit her more often."

An indirect threat?

Her face was fair and smooth under the moonlight. If he pinched it, he could feel the comfort from it

Richie's eyes turned red as he saw her. He leaned over and said, "I can forgive you for being silly all the time. But why are you so silly now?"

As Consuela raised her head with widened eyes, he put his hand on her face and began to pinch it. Well, it felt a little better than he thought.

"What are you doing?"

He grabbed her so hard that she could hardly move. However, as a person who hated being touched by other people, Consuela could do nothing but widen her eyes and resist.