Chapter 677 Wait For Me To Come Back

In the south of the city, in Tim and Cassie's house there was darkness through the window.

After a while, one of the rooms was lit up.

Tim looked at the phone in his hand and threw it on the bed. Then he suddenly lost his strength and lay down, motionless.

His boss was so good at playing tricks on his men. Moreover, he hung up the phone immediately after hearing what he was doing, leaving him no chance to appeal.

Since Richie was not in the company, he had to take care of everything. He was squeezed during working hours, and he even didn't let go of his free time!

Thinking of this, Tim buried his head in Cassie's shoulder and took a deep breath of the clean smell of her body. Thinking of this, he rubbed his head against her, as if a bullied child was asking for comfort from his mother.

Although Tim rubbed his neck with a sense of grievance, Cassie who was pressed by him, didn't want to care at all. She just felt that he was very heavy on her.

After waiting for a while, Tim still didn't get up, but Cassie felt that she was almost out of breath, so she tried her best to push him away.

Tim, who was still immersed in his resentment, suddenly felt his hand moving against his chest. Then he was pushed away from Cassie's body smoothly and fell on the quilt beside him.

"Honey, why did you push me?" Tim blinked and said innocently.

Without the weight of Tim, Cassie slowly leaned against the head of the bed. After she sat down, she slightly turned her head and squinted at Tim.

"If I don't push you away, you will have no wife."

Hearing this, Tim laughed and sat up. Like Cassie, he leaned against the head of the bed and reached out to hold her waist, almost holding her in his arms.

Cassie didn't buy it. She tried to get rid of him, but failed again. Anyway, she wouldn't lose anything if he hugged her.

Tim rested his chin on Cassie's shoulder, face to face with her. As soon as he spoke, the hot breath and breath were all sprayed on her face.

"Honey, Richie

as he started the car, his phone rang. It was a message.

It was from Cassie. 'Tim, you are a big rascal! Bully! Hooligan! Beast! Ruffian!'

Looking at the message, Tim smiled. He clicked on the screen and sent another message to Cassie, "The hooligan like you. Do you like him?"

This time, Cassie replied almost in a second. 'No! !'

After reading the message quickly, Tim smiled, turned off his phone, and drove out of the parking lot.

Although Cassie replied the word no, he knew that Cassie must be hiding in bed and texting him back. Her face must be red, and even her ears must be red.

Just now at home, Tim didn't ask Cassie why she was not angry, because outside the bedroom, he saw her face red, and her eyes didn't dare to look at him. After saying that, he turned around immediately.

It was not that she was not angry or resentful, but compared with her sense of shame, shyness and embarrassment occupied more parts.

Since his wife was so shy that she didn't dare to tell him those things, he definitely couldn't send those messages again. Otherwise, she would only leave the sofa to him when he returned home tonight.

In order not to sleep on the sofa and in order to lie on the bed with the wife, Tim wisely chose another topic. Another way he could see his wife's shyness without harming his own interests.