Her apology just now seems to include more than this matter.

"Uh－huh."

"What? Are you really going to let me die? If I die, don‘t you feel sad to die?"

She switched to the heartless Claudia mode, which tickled Rowan‘s hated teeth.

It‘s a pity that the distance between the two is as simple as Qian Shan‘s Wanshui.

"You‘d better have some consciousness!"

Rowan left this specious remark and hung up his cell phone, giving Claudia no chance to ask or even think about it.

"It‘s puzzling." Abdominal discussion, she turned back to the car.

"Pupil pupil." The meat rushed over and put its face on her chest. "Who is Rowan? Why did you talk to him so long?"

"No one." Claudia touched the flesh‘s hair and quickly said a few topics to divert his attention, hoping that he would forget the name.

However, she ignored that meat not only inherited Rowan‘s appearance, but also inherited his ability to never forget anything.

It is impossible for him to forget.

Lisa is a F Chinese who took care of meat when he was born.

Never ask about the life experience of meat, Claudia‘s specific identity and the reason why he only sees his son once a year.

She just took care of the meat attentively and treated him as her own child.

Claudia‘s gratitude to her is beyond words.

Lisa can also cook a little Chinese food, but it is not very good.

What meat likes best is definitely my mother‘s craft.

So after a two－hour rest, Claudia took him to the nearby supermarket to buy food.

Every year when she comes, it is Lisa‘s vacation.

She will take care of the meat independently for a month and accompany him after his birthday.

The little fellow‘s birthday is just three days later. They are choosing the dishes for tonight and discussing the menu for the birthday.

"Pupil pupil, the last time I ate your braised pork, it was very delicious. Lisa also helped me make it once, but it was not as good as yours." When Meat said this, he was stealing grapes from the shopping cart.

Last time?

That was a year ago.

Claudia felt a pain in his heart, bent over and touched his cheek, "ok, then make braised pork tonight, ok? There are also grapes. Don‘t eat any more. After the account is settled, go back and wash them before eating."

"Good." The meat shyly withdrew and then attacked the grape‘s paws, nodding shyly.

Lisa said that meat only acts like a child when it is with her, and more often than not, he is very mature.

Claudia did not know that meat and meat played coquetry with her on the one hand and hoped that she would see his growth on the other, because he really wanted to go to 49 cities and be with her.

Little children will suffer like this.

It was her fault.

Braised pork, sweet and sour chops, stir－fried heart, tomato and egg soup.

The little fellow mouthed meat and rice, and there was no sound in his mouth.

Claudia filled a bowl of soup and put it at his hand. He said gently, "Take a sip and eat slowly."

He raised his little head, his mouth was oily, and he said vaguely, "Thank you, pupil."

After swallowing what was in his mouth, the meat took a sip of the soup bowl and narrowed his eyes. "Drink well."

Claudia put vegetable hearts into his bowl and looked at him as if he had not seen enough.

After the meal, the little fruit guy ate a lot again. Claudia was worried that he would eat too much accumulated food and took him for an hour‘s walk in the garden.

The little guy said a lot of things in the kindergarten. The little girl competed to be his girlfriend and gave him all the biscuits made in the biscuit class. He ate a lot and his stomach hurt.

Claudia laughed and crouched down and hugged him. "Well, is there any girl that meat likes?"

"Yes." Meat meat also don‘t want to answer.

"Oh? Who is it?"

The meat blushed red, hugged Claudia‘s neck and rubbed it. "It‘s the pupil."

This answer made her happy and happy.

*

After taking a bath, the little guys were tender and tender one after another, with wet hair, like a hot little dog.

Claudia wrapped him in a blue bath towel, carried him out, put him in the quilt, and wiped his hair with a dry towel.