Chapter 769 We Can't Have A Good Talk

At this time, she didn't know what to say.

It was really hard to have a good talk.

Consuela said, "If you think so, I have no choice."

It was said that this sentence was the end of all the chatting. Since he didn't want to talk, she would learn to cooperate.

The man shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, it's really helpless."

The two of them were speechless.

Consuela finished the meal in silence, and Richie watched the woman finish the meal in silence. The two of them pretended to know nothing and cooperated well.

On their way back.

Haven't you figured out how to say it yet?" said Richie.

"What?"

"About your sister, Sheryl."

"I... I don't have anything to say. You do what you want. As you said, Richelle is your daughter. I can't deny it from the perspective of cause. You should do something. "

Richie was speechless.

The man looked at her from the rearview mirror. The smile at the corners of her mouth seemed a little obscure, but it could be seen that she seemed to be in a good mood.

She should be in a good mood.

Consuela seemed to indirectly admit his identity.

No matter how other things changed, the fact that he and the little girl had the same blood flowing in their bodies could not be changed.

As the father of the child, he would naturally become her husband.

No one could deny it.

Consuela turned her head, pretending not to see the expression on Consuela's face. She clenched her fists, and the balance in her heart was tilting in an invisible place.

Yes, she began to think about whether she should...

No, even if Richie was good to her now, she couldn't live with him in the future just because he was good to her.

If one day he was not good to her any more, it would be a mistake for her to cry.

The two of them both felt sad, and it was not others who made them sad, but themselves.

In Consuela's house.

Consuela was watering the orchids with a watering can. The dog was digging the soil not far behind her, while the little

doesn't mind."

"Okay."

The sun was shining brightly. The two of them sat together. The golden retriever took a look at them and felt that it had no chance, so it ran to the other side to dig the soil.

It acted so expertly as if it had often done such a thing.

"Mom, what do you think it is doing?"

The soil was dug as if it had been robbed.

After a short silence, Consuela didn't know what to say

"Click..." The door opened.

The golden retriever that was digging the soil suddenly stopped, and then spread its legs to run to the place where the sound came.

Richelle also looked over there and said, "It should be Uncle Terence. Every time Uncle Terence comes, it always acts like this..."

The little girl's childish face was full of disgust, but she stood up duplicity and walked over there with brisk steps.

Following her, Consuela shook her head.

As for the two of them, they liked Terence very much.

However, to their expectations, it was indeed Terence who was standing at the door. The tall man was directly thrown to the porch by the golden retriever, and the golden retriever even stretched out its tongue to lick his face. Terence couldn't dodge, so he had to accept his fate.

His helpless expression was just right.

"Uncle Terence, what are you bringing us again?" The little girl was very clear.