Chapter 571 The One Behind The Attacks (2)

After dinner, she took the baby to walk around in the backyard.

She refused other people for company.

She wanted to stay in a quiet place, and she was a little sad and felt that there was something wrong with everyone around her.

She knew it was not good for her to have a bad mood but she just couldn't control herself.

Maybe she was in a state of extreme nervousness.

The baby was sleeping soundly. She closed her eyes which were as bright as the night sky, and her pink lips occasionally made a little twitch, in an instant, they were indeed adorable.

Afraid that she might catch a cold, Consuela put on a lot of warm clothes for her. Even though they were taking a walk, she was careful enough.

Suddenly, a whistle came from above her head.

Startled, Consuela raised her head. The man who whistled at them responded with a smile, "Long time no see. I didn't expect you to have a walk in such a good mood."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, which made Consuela furrow her eyebrows.

"Why are you here?"

Tristan raised his eyebrows and stood on the balcony of the second floor. Half of his body leaned forward, as if he would fall down the next second. Anyone seeing this would be frightened.

But he knew that the heartless woman wouldn't care much about his life or death.

"Have you forgotten that big golden retriever? I am your neighbor." Tristan's eyes bent, and the smile on his lips was aggressive.

His upper part of his body was only wearing a white shirt. But because of his casual manner, he had only unbuttoned two buttons on the shirt and leaned forward again. In Consuela's eyes, it seemed that he was showing off his breast.

In the dim light of the street lamp, she could see it clearly.

She tried her best to control her desire to run away. Pretending to be innocent, she looked away and asked, "What's the matter?"

Tristan was stunned. 'What's the matter?'

He just sudd

ad and shout abuse at him!

However, there were no ifs in the world!

She could only helplessly look at the man who had a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. The man raised his hand and buttoned up the buttons one by one in front of her.

The fingers were slender and fair. They were a pair of beautiful hands.

But it was this pair of beautiful hands that made her like this.

When Tristan went to meet a client, he was forced to drink a lot of wine. He was unconscious in the car at that time.

The reversal happened when angel took Tristan home and was about to fill him with medicine. Before he was filled the liquid with white powder, he opened his eyes and asked vaguely, "What is this?"

Angie was in a daze for a while. Then she said seriously, "This is a good thing."

"What is it?"

Tristan was never a curious man when he was sober. When he asked this question, the doubts in his mind were eliminated.

She smiled gently and then explained enthusiastically, "This can make you sober up, and..."

Before she finished speaking, her wrist was gripped, and the force of it instantly changed her face. She failed to hold the glass steadily and it fell directly to the ground.

"Angie, I have given you so many chances. Tell me, have you ever cherished them?"