"I don‘t know." With a casual reply, Claudia ran out of the door.

Pamela curled his pie mouth and said to himself angrily, "Some people can‘t even make phone calls, but they... hum!"

Open the co－pilot door and sit in. Claudia gasped for breath and asked, "Why are you here?"

Her eyes glowed brightly. Rowan coughed softly and pursed her lips in silence.

At first glance, it was another awkward situation.

Claudia pouted and came close to embrace his arm. "Angry? Huh? Huh? Don‘t be angry, don‘t be angry, huh?"

She was so low, soft and soft that Mr. Rowan was spineless and relieved.

Looking at his face, Claudia tilted his head and asked, "Say, why are you here?"

"Pick you up and go somewhere."

"Huh? Where? Are we going now?"

"Not tired?" Rowan raised his eyebrows.

Mr. Rowan has come in person. How can she not be embarrassed to use tiredness as an excuse?

"Not tired, let‘s go." At this point, Claudia returned to his seat, pulled on his seat belt and fastened it. "Let‘s go."

Rowan‘s mouth quietly evoked and started the car.

Out of the city, on a section of Panshan Road.

Claudia looked outside and then looked at the driver. "What are we doing here? How cold it is on a big night."

Rowan pursed his lips and stopped at an open viewing platform.

As soon as I got off the bus, I saw many fireworks scattered on the ground, all of which were spared before I could clean them up.

Claudia shrank his neck, rubbed his arms and kicked one away. "There is something wrong with setting off fireworks so far. It must be all children‘s paper, childish."

Mr. Rowan, who was preparing to open the trunk, heard this and his hands froze. The whole person was there.

"You think, childish?" He asked, with a smile on his skin and no smile on his flesh, "Is it?"

"What?" Claudia didn‘t hear clearly and ran over, "what did you say? I said it was cold. Why are we here? Do you see the scenery? It‘s dark. What‘s there to see?"

Rowan shook his finger and said angrily, "Let‘s go, go back."

"Ah?"

Blink of an eye, Claudia quickly took his arm, "what‘s the matter with you?"

Mr. Rowan did not speak, but his face was awkward.

Claudia pondered for a moment and suddenly thought of something.

Should, can‘t you?

"You, have you prepared any surprise for me?"

Gently biting the tail sound, she poked her head in front of him. "Isn‘t it? Rowan?"

Rowan twisted her eyebrows, glared at her, and said stiffly, "No."

Then there is.

Hook his lips and smiled. Claudia reached out and hugged his lean waist and lifted his face. "Where is it? Where is it? Is it hidden? Do you want me to look for it?"

"Tut!" With a low rebuke, Rowan pushed her away with a serious face： "Stand still."

Claudia smiled and rubbed on him without bones. "Oh, don‘t do this, Rowan, Rowan."

"..."

"Well, if you don‘t say so, I‘ll look for it." At this point, her eyes fell on the trunk.

"Is it here?"

Reach out and open the trunk.

Three seconds later, the childish little woman who had kept saying that she would come here to set off fireworks jumped three feet high.

"Fireworks! It‘s fireworks!"

A trunk full.

She was so happy that Rowan‘s depression had been swept away.

"Are we going to set off fireworks? So many! Do you want to let it all go?"

"Uh－huh."

"Where did you get it?"

It suddenly occurred to me that a few months ago, Mr. Rowan set off fireworks for her for half a night and the room full of roses.

Mr. Rowan is just like this. Once romantic, it is overwhelming.

The two men began to move all the fireworks out and set them up.

Rowan hugged Claudia and lit it.

"Bang!"

Beautiful fireworks are blooming in the night sky.

Two people on the ground, looking at each other, dumbfounded.

"Er... the one just now, the one has words, doesn‘t it?" Claudia asked uncertainly.

Rowan‘s brow puckered.

Yes, after the fireworks were set off in the air just now, one word was formed： first.