Chapter 633 Phone (1)

She even forgot about the person Terence. Anyway, he had been in France for a long time and knew people from all walks of life. If she wanted to discuss with him about what work she should do, she must make more money, at least a little higher than the money she earned by assembling the ballpoint pen at home.

"If you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have thought that Terence was still here." Consuela finished the last mouthful of porridge leisurely. Then she showed a very beautiful smile to Tristan.

The smile was so dazzling in the sun that Tristan couldn't even look straight into her eyes. He lowered his head subconsciously, afraid that he would fall in love with Consuela more if he took one more look at her.

"We just asked him to have dinner a few days ago, but now he is forgotten. You are so forgetful." Tristan shook his head and forced himself to get rid of the thoughts in his mind.

Rolling her eyes, Consuela said, "Haven't you heard that women would be forgetful for three years after giving birth to children? I've only been past for less than one year."

Tristan was stunned by Consuela's words. He couldn't find any words to refute her for a while, so he nodded and said, "You're right. But are you sure you'll be forgetful for three years? That means you have to be so forgetful for another two years. Oh my God, it's really terrible." "

The atmosphere became good at that moment. Consuela was no longer against Tristan as she used to be at home. Perhaps since she chose to come to France with him, she had proven that she could completely trust him.

"Well, let's go to see Richelle first. But how can you contact your old classmate?" Seeing that Consuela had finished eating, Tristan began to clean up the table and chatted with her.

When Consuela was about to go upstairs, she stopped and turned to look at him, confused. "Yes, I didn't ask him for his phone number when he left that day. Now, I'm doubly screwed. What should I do?"

Tristan shook his head helplessly. He kn

she left too little, so she didn't know how to look for them.

"Do you know how much I'm worried about you?" Cassie sniffed and looked out of the window at the street. The heavy traffic did not decrease because of the fall of night. "Where the hell are you?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine now. I'm in France. I'm happy with Tristan's company." Clenching her teeth to hold back the tears in her eyes, Consuela tried her best to make her voice less trembling. "Are you okay? How are you and Tim?"

Wiping the tears off her face, Cassie said, "Consuela, we're fine. You know what we're worried about the most. If you're satisfied with your distraction, can you come back? Don't you miss us?"

"Cassie, I miss you very much, but I can't go back." On the other side of the phone, Consuela kept shaking her head. She had come to this point. What if she went back now? Was it her weakness, or her cowardice?

The fluctuation in her voice sounded like a stubborn child in Cassie's ears. It made her heart ache for no reason. "Consuela, no matter what happens, you should know that only here is your home forever."

Home?

Consuela muttered to herself in her heart. She didn't know where else that place could be called her home. It was the home that had deceived her for more than twenty years? Or it was the home that Richie lived in?