Chapter 277 How Have You Been

When Richie, who was abroad, finished his work, he came two days earlier than his expectation. He booked a ticket of that day, in order to give Consuela a surprise.

However, when he just got off the plane, he received a message from Angie. It seemed that all his whereabouts were controlled clearly in the dark.

He clicked the message and read it for two seconds but didn't reply it. Then he deleted the message. Then a call came in.

Looking at the phone number that was formed by eleven numbers that were not strange to him, Richie pursed his lips and finally decided to answer the phone.

He opened his mouth and asked directly, "What's up?"

His tone was cold and distant. Only he knew how much sweat he was sweating at the moment. No matter how good he pretended, he couldn't deceive himself that his heart beat so fast.

The woman on the other end of the line remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke in Chinese fluently with a smile on her face, "If you don't answer my phone or reply my messages, I'll think that you are playing hard-to-get."

There was ridicule in her voice, which was obviously heard clearly.

But at this moment, Richie was completely lost in his own thoughts. He only knew that the voice on the other side of the phone, indeed, was from Angie.

Angie left the city without a word three years ago.

"What do you want?" Richie asked impatiently again

Raising his voice, it perfectly hid the tremble in it. He walked forward while feeling a little depressed.

Angie chuckled seductively. Her voice alone brought lots of men to her. "I just want to make an appointment with an old friend, but it seems that the old friend doesn't want to talk to me at all. Richie, is there someone else in your heart?"

"As a person who left without a notice three years ago, you don't seem to be qualified to know what I am going on now."

He got angry unconsciously.

Angie was holding a rose in her hand, and there were dewdrops on the bright peta

the trembling maid, "The rose you picked for me?"

The maid took two steps back, and after hesitating for a long time, she bit the lips and nodded. Looking down, she could see a pair of pointy white high heels.

"Don't be afraid. I like the flowers. Get up." Angie didn't turn around and walked to the end of the corridor. She said, "But if it happens next time, I won't want to see you again."

The maid thanked her very much and then went out quickly. She wiped the sweat on her forehead. She really did not expect that Angie would be allergic to roses. Otherwise, even if she was given a thousand guts, she would never put the roses in front of her.

"Thank God!" She was patting her own chest as if she was a lucky survivor of disaster. Fortunately, Angie was in a good mood today. Otherwise, she didn't know what kind of future she would face.

Putting down his phone, Richie lowered the interior partition, told the driver the address given by Angie, and then the car was moving steadily.

The address Angie mentioned was a private restaurant. He had recommended it to her before she came to L City three years ago. But she hadn't had a chance to come.

Now she tried her best to let him remind the shadows of his memories. What scheme on earth was that? It was really interesting.

Angie, long time no see.