The meat was so sleepy that my eyes couldn‘t be opened. My head was bit by bit, not to mention how cute it was.

When her hair dried, she held him on the pillow, almost stained with the pillow, and the little fellow snored lightly.

Claudia kissed his little face and tucked him in.

… …

Rowan family.

Feng Nuanxin put down the emulsion and turned to look at Wen Chenglin. "Do you want to call friends from Rowan this year? Or is it just our family for dinner?"

Wen Chenglin took off his presbyopic glasses and pinched his eyebrows. "Let‘s have a meal. It‘s simpler."

"Well, that‘s it." Feng Nuanxin nodded and added, "Don‘t make it too simple, at least the house still needs to be decorated. I‘ll choose some new pots of potted plants tomorrow, as well as cakes. It‘s time to set the style."

Wen Chenglin smiled and waved to her.

Feng Nuanxin walked over and sat beside him. He took his hand. "There are still a few days to go. Don‘t worry."

"Prepare for it first, so as to save the time to be in a hurry, and then what will be left behind, which will make it uncomfortable to look at it."

With a sigh, Wen Chenglin took her hand and put it on her lips to kiss.

Feng warm heart immediately blushed, "old wife, you are really..."

"You bother so much for Rowan, but he... alas, after all, I still didn‘t do well enough to teach him well."

"Don‘t say that." Feng Nuanxin patted Wen Chenglin‘s hand. "I believe that Rowan will accept me one day."

"Warm heart, embarrassing you."

"No, I wouldn‘t feel embarrassed with you."

*

"Say it again!" Wen Chenglin listened to Rowan‘s words and glared.

Rowan looked light and his mouth was covered with a sneer.

Feng warm heart looks ugly.

Wen Jiazhi asked, "Really? Eldest brother, aren‘t you at home for your birthday?"

"Uh－huh."

"Nonsense! If you are not at home, where else are you?" Wen Chenglin patted the armrest of the sofa and remembered the recent rumor, "Have you, have you been involved with Claudia again?"

When this was said, Feng‘s warm heart couldn‘t help showing shock and doubts, and his face turned whiter for a few minutes.

"Yes or no, what does it have to do with you?" Rowan looked at Feng‘s warm heart. This sentence was obviously addressed to her.

"Rebellious son! Bastard!" Wen Chenglin was furious and got up to rush towards Rowan.

Feng Nuanxin and Wen Jiazhi looked at this and quickly stopped him.

"Cheng Lin! Calm down! Calm down!"

"Dad, sit down first."

The mother and son appeased Wen Chenglin to sit back on the sofa, but Rowan got up and strode along the road.

"Look at him! Look at him! Sooner or later I will have to make him angry!"

Halfway through a glass of wine, the door was knocked.

Rowan raised his eyes and saw Feng warm heart push open the door and enter.

"Get out." He is cold and light, hit the floor.

Feng Nuanxin stood where he was and gently advised, "Your father was too angry just now. Don‘t take it to heart."

"Oh!"

"Rowan, although your father doesn‘t say it, he hopes to accompany you on your birthday. He cares about you very much."

"Is it your turn to tell me this?"

She clenched her finger and smiled wryly. "I know you hate me, and I don‘t care how much you hate me, but your father, you shouldn‘t hurt him, he..."

"Get out, don‘t let me say it again." Rowan put aside his glass and his eyes were sinister.

Feng warm heart froze, half a ring before turning around, open the door to go out.

Almost at the same time as the door was closed, the sound of the glass hitting the wall followed.

She stood quietly at the door for a while before lifting her steps and leaving.

… …

Claudia did buy a perfume company in Country F to produce some niche brands of perfume.

Over the years, there has been some minor fame.

If you don‘t do it truthfully, how can you hide Rowan‘s golden eyes?

"Ding!" The elevator door opened and Claudia led the meat out.

"Pupil pupil, can I eat KTC at noon? Lisa won‘t let me eat every time."

"Well," Claudia whispered, "let me think about it."

"Don‘t think about it, let‘s eat that, pupil, pupil, mommy."