The thin lips evoked a sarcastic radian. Rowan did not speak and looked at her so indifferently.

Wen Chenglin came up quickly, put his arms around Feng Nuanxin‘s shoulder, and asked anxiously, "Warm Heart, what‘s wrong with you? Are you not feeling well? Go, I‘ll accompany you back to your room to have a rest."

Turning his head, he looked at his son again： "We‘ll talk about the engagement."

"Chenglin!" Feng Nuanxin took Wen Chenglin‘s arm. His weak appearance made people cherish him. He shook his head hard： "No, no."

She murmured no, as if afraid of something.

Rowan stood up at this moment and wiped past the two men. He said coldly, "What are you, and dare you to control my decision?"

"Rowan!" Wen Chenglin was immediately angry and angry and denounced his son‘s back coldly： "How can I talk to your warm aunt? Apologize to me!"

Rowan stepped down and stood there.

Slowly turned around, his expression seemed to smile but not to smile, and his eyes passed over his father‘s livid face and Feng‘s delicate and pitiful mask of warm heart.

Phoenix eyes lowered, he said slowly： "Are you sure I want to apologize?"

"You give me..."

"Chenglin!" Feng Nuanxin hurriedly interrupted Wen Chenglin, "Don‘t do this, don‘t do this, I don‘t matter, I really don‘t matter."

It doesn‘t matter what she says one by one, so Wen Chenglin hugged her heartily.

This reminds Rowan of the little woman who followed her first instinct and silently pawned the bottom of the pan for her.

She clearly broke out in a cold sweat on her painful forehead, but she still boldly lied to him that she was not careful.

Idiot!

"If it really doesn‘t matter, don‘t pretend that the whole world has bullied you." After a pause, Rowan‘s tone sank a few minutes： "It‘s really disgusting!"

"Rowan!"

This time, the pace did not stop.

"Ah? Where are you going, gentleman?"

The gate rang loudly.

Wen Chenglin whispered, "Rebellious son!"

Feng Nuanxin smiled wryly and patted his arm to comfort him. "Chenglin, don‘t be angry with Rowan, okay? It‘s all my fault, it‘s my fault."

"What‘s wrong with you?" Holding Feng Nuanxin‘s lower jaw, Wen Chenglin frowned at her. "It was I who wanted you at the beginning, and it was my fault to make mistakes."

"The forest..."

"Mom? Dad?"

A clear boy‘s voice sounded, and Wen Jiazhi stood at the door with his homework. "What‘s wrong with you?"

Feng Nuanxin turned his back and wiped away tears from his eyes. "It‘s okay."

Wen Chenglin patted her on the shoulder and asked Wen Jiazhi, "Have you finished your homework?"

Wen Jiazhi scratched his head. "There is a question that I can‘t do. I heard my eldest brother come back and want to ask him. Where is the eldest brother?"

"Gone." Wen Chenglin obviously didn‘t want to talk about this topic again. "Go to school tomorrow and ask the teacher. Your mother is not feeling well. I took her back to rest."

"Oh." Wen Jiazhi went back to the room dejected and squeezed the exercise book in his hand.

He likes his eldest brother very much, but his eldest brother doesn‘t like him.

Every time he wants to get close to his eldest brother, he will be met with cold reception.

He thought he was not good enough, so he studied hard. He was the first in the school, but the eldest brother still didn‘t like him.

*

The car was parked downstairs in the small apartment. Rowan leaned against the hood and lit a cigarette.

Lift your eyes and look at the small, bright window.

She hasn‘t slept yet.

What is she doing at this time?

One cigarette after another, Rowan didn‘t get on the bus and drive away until he finished smoking half a pack of cigarettes.

… …

Zhang Ma opened the door and saw Claudia. She was very happy.

She hasn‘t been back for days.

"Zhang Ma." Claudia smiled and hugged her and handed her a box of moon cakes.

A look at the box shows that it is worth a lot of money.

"Happy Mid－Autumn Festival, are you on holiday today?"

I don‘t know why, Zhang Ma‘s eyes flashed, as if, don‘t have the heart.

She took the box and said, "Oh, yes, I‘ll leave later."

"Well, I wish your family a reunion." Claudia said and stepped into the living room.

Zhang Ma looked at her back and sighed softly.

Miss Da is really nice. Last year, her son was ill, and she did not have to pay back the medical expenses paid by Miss Da.