Chapter 888 Sweet Words (3)

The flat and straight tone was not better than reciting.

With a darkened face, Richie glanced at Consuela and said, "It's you who want to suffer."

He seemed to be a little angry from embarrassment. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left. Seeing this, Consuela caught up with him in a hurry. "Hey, wait a minute."

The man didn't reply, but he really slowed down.

It was not easy for Consuela to catch up with him. Without saying anything, she hugged him and gasped, "Although you can't sing well..." After saying that, she felt that the man in her arms was obviously stiff.

Damn it! He thought she was trying to save something, but he didn't expect her to rub salt into the wound. Richie frowned deeper.

"Have you finished speaking?" His tone was very bad.

"No, no, No." Consuela hugged him tightly and said, "Although you don't sing well, your voice is very good. If you practice more and take more days off, you must be a new star in the music industry."

"Ha ha."

"……"

"Keep bragging."

Distressed, Consuela closed her mouth. She couldn't brag it anymore. All she wanted to do now was to bite this guy to death, but she was the one who irritated him just now.

"How about I sing a song for you and we cancel each other out?"

"What song do you want to sing?"

"You Are My Only One"

It seemed that Richie was in a better mood all of a sudden. He said in a relaxed tone, "You sing."

Then Consuela was asked to sing three songs in a row until her throat began to dry. But as soon as she stopped, the man lowered his head and gently touched her.

Startled, Consuela asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man kissed her affectionately, making Consuela blush.

When everything was over, Consuela felt that she couldn't breathe, and even her breath was almost taken away. Th

was likely to grasp this and let her do something she didn't want to do.

"I didn't say anything like that. You are really good at guessing. I admit defeat, OK?" Shrugging her shoulders, Consuela looked innocent.

Richie's eyelids twitched, but he finally returned to normal. Consuela took the man's hand, quickly took off her shoes, and the other hand picked up the shoes. "Go and see what the children are doing."

"I'll carry your shoes for you," Richie didn't have a word of disgust.

"That's so kind of you. Thank you." Consuela said politely and threw the shoes to the man without hesitation.

Looking at the smile on her face, Richie felt as if his chest was stuffed with something. He could only hold her, and no matter how hard others tried, they could not squeeze in.

After realizing this fact, Richie felt that he had suffered a great loss. It seemed that Consuela had never said anything sweet to him, and she didn't even like to deceive him.

He had always been the one who took the initiative.

Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of crisis. Looking at the woman who was still holding his hand, he said, "I find that you seem to owe me a lot of words that you haven't spoken out."

"What? What are you talking about? "