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.

alcol. Not to mention that the stomach

Justin sitting slumped on the floor, leaning against the couch,

to him and

smell of alcol hit

like allergies, covered with a fine red rash, a pair of

were unsure, and like they thought they were looking

to himself, "Joyce, am I dreaming? I can't believe you came to see me, four years, I miss you

was just about to take another drink. Joyce slapped the bottle out

the back of his hand stunned Justin, and

face that he had longed for, close

rose and fell smoothly, and he could even feel her breath,

It's really Joyce?

greedily at her features, not letting go of every

the moment he touched her, he suddenly retracted his hand. The whole person seemed to be struck

could he have the face to see

simply did not have no face to see

worked with Otis for 3 billion, and Otis used the money for the purpose

he is the one who put her father, Ralph,