Chapter 497 Listening To A Story (4)

As soon as Richie walked out of the hospital, Angie called him.

It seemed that she just knew his whereabouts, and then couldn't wait to give him the posture of a real wife. Consuela should learn more from her.

However, the person on the other end of the phone didn't want to give him too long time to think about. When the phone was not connected, she directly sent a message.

If he was with Consuela right now, after receiving the call and receiving a lot of ambiguous messages, he would not be able to prove his innocence.

He understood that she was in a bad mood. His face twitched.

Sitting in his car, Richie answered the phone with ease. He was going to delete all the messages Angie had sent to him.

Looking at the small red box on the screen, he paused for a few seconds, then raised his long finger and clicked it.

At the other end of the line, Angie said, "Richie, where are you? I miss you so much."

Richie didn't change his expression, but his action of raising his eyebrows more or less revealed his mood at the moment. "What do you want to eat? I'll bring it to you. You just wake up. You should still be very hungry?"

Angie was stunned for a few seconds and then continued in a childish tone, "Richie, you've disappeared suddenly. I'll be very worried. You know, I have no one to depend on here. Even if there is something wrong, no one will care about it.

I'm really scared that you'll suddenly be bored with me and then you'll never talk to me again. Richie, Where are you now?"

Generally speaking, when a woman held her head low and spoke in such a humble way, it was easy for her to gain the favor of others.

Richie, who knew the woman on the phone, also felt somewhat helpless.

Even though he knew what a slut the woman was, she just couldn't help sticking to him and wanted to make it public.

"Don't you know where I am? Why are you still pretending to ask?"

She had been accustomed to the dark side of his personality.

"It's not because you're wrong. It's because... I just don't have the luck to enjoy it."

and! She was still a patient. He didn't come to visit her often, but he said tenderly that he would bring her something to eat, but only junk food!

'Son of a bitch! What a lunatic!'

As if he didn't notice the twitching corners of Angie's mouth, there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "In this case, you will forgive my carelessness, right?"

"……"

'Don't say such words like an idiot with a beautiful, expressionless handsome face!'

Hearing no reply, the man raised his eyebrows and said unhappily, "hmm?"

There was something wrong with his look. It was easy to tell from his happy and angry expression that he was doing it on purpose. He wanted her to know what he was doing now.

The corners of Angie's mouth began to twitch violently, and she suddenly hoped that her disease could not be cured again, and that she could have a good time with the God.

"Why don't you say anything? Are you feeling uncomfortable again?" said Richie gently.

Angie didn't look well and fell into silence.

His understanding was very considerate. "Are you too shy to tell me that you want to go to the toilet?"