"Uh－huh."

This also proves that their fake relationship has come to an end.

During the evening dinner, Rowan drank silently one cup after another.

Fang Qingyuan leaned against Wells‘ arms and smiled at Pamela, but her eyes looked at the man drinking alone from time to time.

Is he in a bad mood?

Cooperation with LO Group will be readily available soon. Will he still be in a bad mood?

"Qingyuan, where are you looking?" Overhead, Wells‘ voice of dissatisfaction and slight jealousy sounded.

Fang Qingyuan kissed his lip horn comfortably and said with a smile, "No."

"Then you accompany me to have a drink."

"Good."

When the show broke up, Fang Qingyuan took Wells‘ arm and Rowan stood opposite them.

That‘s ironic.

When she came, she was still by his side.

"BOSS Rowan, then I‘ll go first." Wells can‘t wait to touch Qingyuan‘s exquisite waist above.

In fact, she has nothing to lose.

Even if it is a dew love, you can get a lot from Wells.

However, after all, I am unwilling.

Rowan nodded and watched them get on the bus and leave.

The driver stepped forward and asked respectfully, "Sir, are you going?"

"Uh－huh."

When he got on the bus, he ordered the driver to drive to NT.

The car stopped downstairs. Rowan took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

Claudia was already asleep and heard the bell in a daze. He picked it up without looking at who it was.

"Hello."

"Come here at once."

Say that finish, Rowan hung up his cell phone.

Claudia sobered up and let out a low curse.

Doesn‘t that mean it‘s late?

Mr. Rowan, this is what crazy!

Wearing a sportswear, she tied a ponytail and drove to NT.

Rowan has already opened a room for her.

Claudia froze when he learned the room number from the receptionist.

"Miss? Miss, your spare room card."

Then, the room card was pushed to hand.

Claudia pinched the housing card and suddenly smiled.

He did it on purpose.

Standing in front of the familiar door, she did some psychological construction for a while before brushing the door open.

Rowan is not taking a bath this time.

On a red single sofa facing the door, he was sitting there in a bathrobe, his slender fingertips shaking a red wine glass.

Looking up, his voice was heavy： "Come here."

Claudia closed the door and walked over and stood in front of him.

She has no makeup and no makeup, but she is still beautiful and thrilling, bright and moving.

A sportswear, ponytail, permeated with youth.

Clearly, it is not the same dress as 7 years ago, but it is surprisingly different from that girl 7 years ago, spanning the overlap of time and space.

"Do you remember this hotel room?"

He asked.

Claudia crouched down, held his knee and leaned his head on it. "Remember, here we are."

At this point, she lifted her face, blinked her eyes, and complained in a coquetry tone： "You were too Qin beast that night. I said no, no, you still want, always want."

"Well, then tonight, if you don‘t beg me to want you, I won‘t want you, how about that?"

"Huh?" She tilted her head and was nifty and lovely： "Isn‘t it you who sent me to serve me in a hurry? Isn‘t that what you want?"

If you want it or not, Mr. Rowan will not answer this question again.

However, she was reduced to holding his thigh back and had some consciousness.

All of a sudden, I remembered a song： when you wanted to separate, you separated...

Can we say now that we will come back and come back?

Who is Rowan?

Even if he uses means, thoughts and stratagems to force her back despicably, despicably and shamelessly, she must also count her mistakes with a grateful heart, cry bitterly, and beg his old man‘s house to raise your hand on his knees for mercy.

This is in line with his abnormal status.

Claudia saw through this and made up his mind to carry forward the spirit of a big rogue who was not ashamed but proud.

If it is cheaper, who can be her opponent?

After so many years of base, I have already penetrated into the bone marrow and come at my fingertips.