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If You Want Me By Qing Cha Characters: 7007

Updated: 2019-12-28 00:14

Harry was much taller than her, especially when she was not wearing high heels.

When he stood in front of her, he was just like a piece of suppressed rock. At this moment, the usual tenderness in his eyes was gone.

Disdain and shock could be seen in his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the name card that she had added to.

"devil"? How could a normal person be made up of such a name?

"Harry, what's up? "

She raised her head and smiled imperceptibly. This man was already her brother-in-law. Why couldn't she open her mouth?

Did she need to be shy?

Facing the man's eyes of jealousy, she really couldn't hypnotize herself. The man came here to show his love, but she was unqualified.

Before she hung up, the one on the other end of the line heard what she said clearly. Richie didn't say anything to remind her. He just listened in silence.

He would like to know how embarrassed they would be when they met, as these two identities were quite changeable.

"Consuela, I really didn't expect you to be such a woman. You can't just randomly find a paramour to take your residence booklet and rush to register, can you?"

"Is it because the man who took the porn photos with you doesn't want you anymore and you want to ruin yourself?"

"Humph, I thought you were disgusting, but now I look down upon you."

The man's voice became louder, with overwhelming sorrow in his eyes. His sight was like a knife, cutting her heart inch by inch.

Her bloody pain finally reached the climax.

"Harry, mind your own business. It is none of my business whether you are disgusting or not," yelled Consuela, trying to hide the red color around her eyes.

She must look terrible now.

After looking at her several crazy expressions, Harry suddenly sneered and said, "Good, very good. You're sick now."

They were not connected to each other for the purpose of torturing each other.

His back was tall and thin, mixed with countless anger and determination.

Consuela squatted down, covering her mouth with both hands. She had loved Harry for a long time, so she just couldn't let him go.

Now she clearly knew that he had never cared about her so much before.

He would not have said such words if he liked her.

At this moment, it was dark outside. The light of the street lamps fell over her body, which created no warmth. Cold wind swept over, blowing away her long black hair.

Suddenly, a man's voice with hidden anger came through from the phone in her hand. "How dare someone call me a paramour? All right. "

Consuela shook her head, not knowing how to respond.

"Shouldn't you be making chicken soup for me right now?" she wiped her face and talked to Richie humorously.

"I just want to take the unusual path. Come on!" he seemed to be smoking and his voice was a little hoarse.

Every time he spoke, he gave an order. Maybe he had been in power for a long time, he was used to it.

How should she cheer up?

Consuela loosened her grip on her phone. She bowed her head and burst into tears. The low, weak moans of her body were rendered by the night scene, like some scary movie.

The man was disturbed by the cry. He was somewhat irritable. He asked where she was and drove towards.

It was already half an hour later that he totally forgot to follow traffic rules. It seemed that he was drifting. A gust of wind blew past when the car came to a sudden stop. Consuela froze for a moment and didn't res


She knew the plate number. It was the exclusive number of that annoying Richie. She just couldn't figure out what he was doing here.

‘Even if I get my household register now, I can't get a marriage license. What does he rush for?

The sexy tall man got out of the car and looked at the woman who crouched in the dark corner awkwardly. There was an undisguised sarcasm in the corner of his mouth.

'What a troublesome creature! He could make her fall apart just with a few words. That man means a lot to her in her heart.'

If he had known what was in Consuela's mind right now, he wouldn't have acted that way.

"How long will you make a fool of yourself here?" He walked over, with arrogance in his eyes. His white shirt was dyed with coldness in the night.

"It's my privacy, not yours." Consuela lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, like a helpless female beast.

He lowered his head, looked at her, and said impatiently, "Oh, I feel ashamed for you. You didn't dare to make a sound, did you? Are you afraid of being seen by an acquaintance?"

All the women that he knew in his life were as smart and talented as Mary. And the girls his mother introduced to him were all ladies from the rich and powerful families. Each of them was rigid and pretentious.

In his eyes, Consuela was a contradictory woman. She didn't dare to show any of her emotions on her face, but instead, she was willing to show her true emotions.

Coward and incompetent, both were towards her, who didn’t know how to deal with any emergency and were afraid of anything.

Richie was dissatisfied with her frosty appearance. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't pretend to be miserable. You can retort to me. Now I give you a privilege. No matter what you say, I won't be angry. And I won't rake up the past."

Consuela sneered.

She looked up at the man in the dim light. Her legs, which had been squatting for almost half an hour, had lost consciousness. However, she still wanted to stand up and confront him.

He must have come here to laugh at her because life was too boring and he wanted to make fun of her.

But she was too weak to stand up. Her brain was in a mess. When she fainted, she felt herself fall to the ground, but no one came to help her.

What a rude man!

Richie looked at the thin and weak woman who struggled to stand up, seemed to have slowed down her movements. She suddenly fell down in the struggle.

It was too quick for him to react.

When he sent her to the hospital, he pressed his lips and showed a look of displeasure. He went straight to the reserved ward through the exclusive access. The pungent smell of disinfectant made the woman on the bed frown.

"She's all right. It's just that she can't bear the strong stimulation now. She's in the dangerous period of the first three months and it's easy to miscarry. I'll prescribe some medicine that can prevent the miscarriage," after the detailed examination, the senior doctor of gynaecology said.

She couldn't tell what irritated her so that she fainted.

Richie didn't respond, but nodded. His eyes locked on the little figure who was almost crouching on the bed.

Her face was pale. Even if she passed out, her body still kept alerted. She felt extremely insecure.

It seemed that there was nothing to let her guard down.

The man turned around and left the ward. His white shirt was unbuttoned, and he looked like a playboy with a cold expression.

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