Chapter 791 Don't Be Mad (1)

Well... There seemed to be a familiar smell...

The woman lying in the strange room frowned and turned over. Her head was so painful that she wanted to scream. Her thoughts were like broken bubbles, unable to come back to her senses.

It hurt... Her head ached.

With her eyelashes trembling, Consuela opened her eyes. For a moment, she found that her vision was still dim, but she could see everything around her.

When she saw a stool not far away, she was almost sure that she was not in the room she lived in before, because there would not be such a man there.

She turned over and stuck her head out of the quilt. Her dry, red and swollen eyes looked around in the dim light.

The familiar smell of the quilt was suddenly recognized by her. She couldn't help holding the quilt tightly, gritted her teeth and stood up. When she was about to pretend to be confused and leave, the man sitting on the chair to check something began to lose his balance.

The man's magnetic voice had a unique sense of perception, and at this moment, the deliberate coquetry was even more unbearable.

"If you don't give me an explanation, are you going to leave after having sex with me? Consuela, you are such a bad woman. "

"……" Touching her head, Consuela said helplessly, "What nonsense are you talking about? What explanation do I need to give you?"

She drank too much yesterday. She only remembered what happened before drinking. Everything else was just a fragment in her mind. So she couldn't remember anything else and she didn't feel anything uncomfortable on her body.

She didn't think she would dare to have sex with this man.

It seemed that Richie was involved in the play. "You are so shameless. You turned your back on me as soon as you woke up. You must let me give you evidence before you are willing to talk to me nicely?"

"… Go ahead. "

Anyway, a clean hand wants no washing.

The man lowered his eyelashes, and there was a hint of triumph in his bright eyes. He pursed his lips and took off hi

ou are a gentleman."

Not only was he not a gentleman, he could even be considered a ruthless man. He was like a hungry wolf, how could he know how to be softhearted?

The man smiled.

"If you keep messing around, I won't let you off tomorrow."

"…… Well... I don't want to live a better life tomorrow... I just want to live with you now... Don't go... "

"……"

The dispirited and dissolute voice was hers.

Staring at the recording pen in Richie's hand, Consuela's eyes widened and she gritted her teeth. Her face turned pale because of the recording.

The recording stopped abruptly.

The man flicked her forehead and said, "Don't be afraid."

Regaining her composure, Consuela gritted her teeth and didn't want to say anything. She really didn't know what to say at this time.

Or she should say that she was just kidding yesterday and she didn't expect him to take it seriously.

But such words were so stupid and unconvincing and she really couldn't say that.

Consuela reached out her hand to grab the recording pen, but the man stretched out his hand and grabbed her thin wrists tightly. The recording pen fell into the pocket of his trousers.

The woman turned her head weakly and didn't want to see him. She just asked, "What on earth do you want to do?"

What was his purpose of recording? What could he achieve?