Chapter 728 Meeting An Old Friend (1)

After cleaning up the mess on the ground, Consuela stood on the balcony of the hotel and could clearly see the car leaving from the parking lot. It was a little far away, but she could recognize which car was Richie's.

It seemed that his current style was more low-key. No matter when he went out, the color of the car was dim. If she didn't look at the logo, she wouldn't have thought of the price.

And the man's temperament had also become more and more mature. If the man five years ago was like alcohol, with a strong taste in his mouth, then the man now was just like tea, indifferent and confident.

Although his performance was so good that no one could see that he was a man of high intelligence.

When she realized that she cared too much about that man, the little girl had opened the door of the room and jumped into her arms with a smile.

Richelle stared at Consuela's expression, and her strange look was really eye-catching. "Mom, what are you looking at?"

Following her mother's gaze, she looked at the window, but saw nothing. Only the street lights were shinning, as if they were about to light up, but were restrained.

'I really don't know what's so beautiful here. It's not as eye-catching as that uncle!'

"Mom, are you thinking of something sad again? Don't be sad. You still have Richelle by your side." The little girl thought for a while and hugged the woman, whispering in a soft voice.

Holding the little girl in her arms, Consuela turned around and smiled at Coco, "Nothing. What else do you want to play? I'll take you there. "

"We still want to go to the night market!" Coco said excitedly.

The little girl immediately put away her sadness and raised her hand to report, "I can still eat a pizza!"

Both Consuela and Coco were rendered speechless...

The two of them looked at Richelle strangely. She was really good at eating.

There were a lot of people in the night market, so Consuela didn't take them there. The three of them walked around the square outs

a nod. He turned to look at the room behind him, bent down and patted the boy on the head. "Come on in. Your mother is waiting for you to have meal."

"Okay, Dad, come back early."

"I will."

"Don't make mom sad again."

"You are so talkative."

After slapping the boy's head impolitely, Mark turned around and left, but his eyes turned a little bad.

Every time he went to see Tristan's tomb, he was in a very bad mood. He didn't want to make his wife worry about him, so he would live outside.

But most of the time, he was carried home after getting drunk. Five years had passed and it was time for him to make some progress.

However, it seemed that Consuela had come back not long ago.

If Tristan knew it, he would definitely hope that she could go to his cemetery to have a look, so he must take her there this time.

After making up his mind, Mark drove straight to Consuela's workplace. After waiting for a long time, he finally saw the woman who was walking out of the elevator.

The parking lot was unusually quiet. Wearing high heels and holding documents which Consuela had to take back to deal with the matter, she went to her car.

She held the document with one hand and was about to take out the key from her pocket when her eyes suddenly lit up, making her unable to see clearly what was going on ahead.