You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

She looked at him with amusement.

This man, sometimes like a child, needs coaxing.

“I'm going up." She emphasized.

"Hmm." He finally let go of her face, his face still not looking too good. Joyce couldn't think of anything more to say and hurried into the Emperor Hotel.

When you get upstairs, room 8808.

The door to the suite was open, and just as I approached, I smelled a strong odor of alcol.

Joyce's long eyebrows wrinkled into a Sichuan character, speeding up her steps to approach the suite.

Bobby had never met Joyce in person, but having seen the photos posted online, he recognized them immediately.

"Ms. Knowles, you're finally here, thanks so much."

Joyce frowned, looking inside the suite living room, there are bottles everywhere, a glance over, there are seven or eight red wine bottles lying across the floor.

mention that the stomach can not bear, will cause alcol

slumped on the floor, leaning against

up to him

smell of alcol hit her nose

elegant face, now his face is red, like allergies, covered with a fine red rash, a pair of bright eyes dull, dull look

were unsure, and like they thought they

I can't believe you came to see me, four years, I miss you and

about to take another drink. Joyce slapped the bottle out of his hand,

of his hand stunned Justin, and he

had longed for, close by, perfectly presented in front of

her chest rose and fell smoothly,

It's really Joyce?

at her features, not letting

face to make sure it was real. However, the moment he touched her, he suddenly retracted his hand. The whole person seemed to be struck by fierce lightning and suddenly came to his senses. He hurriedly turned

he have the face to

have

and Otis used the money for

who destroyed her home with his own hands, and he is the one who put her father, Ralph,