MY COLD-HEARTED BOSS

38 : 'You Are Going Too Far'🔥🔥

Inside the bathroom, Krist looked at Singto with his face wrinkled, “Brush your teeth first. How much did you drink, huh? You stink of alcohol all over.”

Singto obviously didn’t want to do it, so he refused right away with his head shaking repeatedly. But then he felt dizzy and Krist had to support him.

“Do you still want to sing?” Krist raised an eyebrow and asked.

Singto gave a foolish smile. “Yes, I wanna sing.”

“Then you must brush your teeth first.” Krist poured some toothpaste into his brush and handed it to him. Singto finished brushing his teeth and did gargle with mouth wash for a few times unwillingly.

After that he jumped into the bath tub and began to play with the bubbles until his gaze was drawn to the hand shower. The hand shower had now turned into his mic, and he started singing at the top of his lungs once more.

Krist was speechless and looked at him helplessly. 

Singto then invited Krist to join him in singing. Krist paused for a moment then he took his clothes off and soaked himself into the bath tub. 

Singto didn’t notice him as he was singing passionately with his eyes closed.

Nobody knew what he was singing. It appeared to be a mash-up of several songs, with all lyrics mixed up.

‘No way! Not again. This man is neither allowed to drink nor to sing anymore from now on.’ Krist thought and was really annoyed that he wanted to beat someone up.

Actually he was thinking something romantic but, this man, he couldn’t do anything with this brat for the time being.

After a while when the atmosphere became quiet, Krist turned and leaned back against Singto’s chest. Singto was startled and pushed him away.

“What are you doing? My wife will scold me. Get away from me.”

“What the f**k!” Krist cursed inwardly.

“Why? And who’s your wife?”

Krist wasn’t angry because he knew the term ‘wife’ referred to him. But he was a little annoyed when he realised Singto didn’t even recognize him after he had gotten drunk.

“My wife is very gorgeous.” Singto smiled stupidly.

Krist raised an eyebrow at the moron and stared at him quietly for a while.

“I’m your wife.” he stated flatly and lay back on Singto’s chest again.

“Oh! Really?” asked Singto dumbly.

“Yes. Or who else could it be, that Lisa?” mocked Krist.

“Lisa? Who is Lisa?” Singto mumbled confusedly.

“So you don’t remember her now? Good for you.” Krist was in a good mood.

After a while Krist interlocked their fingers as he asked him gently, “P’Sing, why were you upset? Why did you drink so much?” His heart ached everytime he saw him in bad mood.

“My wife, my wife no longer wants me. He even refused to marry me and doesn’t want to do THAT with me.” Singto spoke drowsily, with a touch of sadness in his voice.

The corner of Krist’s mouth curved into a smile. “Do what?” he asked softly, blowing the bubbles.

Singto looked right and left and then whispered in his ear, “I can’t say such things here. If my wife overhears me saying something like this to others, he will beat me to death.”