Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 132

If the man had a sad face the other day, but now, his face was so gentle and touching.

Not only did he not criticize him loudly, but he also forgave him so easily as if he was possessed by a ghost.

If someone said it was normal, he would rush up and slap his face to wake him up.

Richie raised his eyebrows, and the chair around him rotated slightly. He crossed his long legs gracefully and asked with a faint smile, "do you think you are idle?"

It was not the first time for Tim to do this. He shook his head in a hurry and got his nervous down all over his body. Because of Richie's moodiness, his workload was increased by three times.

Just like those high school students who were preparing for their final tests, he had to stay in the office all day long.

He was so busy that he wished there were seventy-two hours a day for him to use. However the man sitting in the office was in a bad mood, drinking tea, and scolding others sometimes.

He touched his nose when thinking of this. He remembered that he seemed to be the one who had been scolded the most severely.

Just because the work was too tedious, Tim needed to hang around in front of him too much and as a result, his scolding was equal to three times.

He was well aware of the man's facial expression. If he said a few more words, he would not get a good result.

"If you don't have anything else, you can go back to work first. Take away the documents submitted yesterday and make some adjustments." Richie raised his head and looked at the man whose face was gloomy. He pointed at the document at the corner of the table.

The meaning of expelling was so obvious that Tim could not ignore it. He had to step forward and put the document in his arms.

As he walked out, he suddenly thought of the call from Cassie. Although it was not a big deal, she had mentioned boss's name.

This man might be interesting.

Looking at the man who went back to the office, Richie raised his hand and knocked on the table with a pen. "Do you really think that your work is not enough? Do you want to fully devote yourself to the work?"

Richie's eyes turned dark, like the bright and clean sun outside the French window. When he stared at someone, the atmosphere in his eyes could not be ignored.

Tim swallowed a mouthful of water to calm himself down. He answered the question seriously with a straight face. He repeated 80% of what Cassie said last time.

Most of them were just cursing or venting their emotions. Tim could figure out that it was because of Consuela that Cassie was in a close relationship with.

These words were by no means pleasant for Richie. Perhaps those words would push him to the bottom of the valley again.

After saying that, with a click, the pen from the man's hand slipped down, and made a crisp sound on the European style desk.

Tim's heart beat faster and faster. After telling everything to the man, he lowered his head immediately to avoid looking at his face.

All of a sudden, the air conditioner in the room seemed to have a problem in circulation and it was suddenly turned down by someone who was unreasonable.

The chill emitted from the bone, let Tim lick his lips and tremble with fear.

"Tim, are you so free that you want to fight with me?" He pushed away the chair and stood up, looking at the man with a smile.