Mrs. Jones saw everything in her eyes and sighed in her heart.

It was almost time for dinner that Louis took Rowan to try the game again.

Just like a pair of good brothers.

It is also strange that the cold strangers in Rowan should not approach the aura and can also attract children to like it?

And his amazing patience today, when he really values the cooperation with TG consortium.

"Mrs. Wen, your relationship with Mr. Rowan is really good."

Claudia licked his lips and whispered, "Mrs. Jones, in fact, we are not married yet."

It is better to say it now than to be exposed.

And she was confident that Mrs. Jones would not be angry about it.

When Claudia said this, his face was shy and angry, and there was a hint of regret in it.

Mrs. Jones froze slightly and laughed again： "It doesn‘t matter. I think good things are approaching."

Claudia pursed her lips, her face turned redder, and looked at Rowan‘s back. In this sentence, she could not tell whether she was acting or not： "But I love him, and I love him very much."

On the way back, Claudia leaned against the window and fell asleep. Rowan looked askance at her and stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms.

She rubbed against his chest and her arms wrapped around his waist spontaneously.

He bent his mouth gently at an angle she could not see.

… …

Tang Jia‘s internal campaign is in full swing.

Because of Yuanyang‘s joining, the situation has changed dramatically.

The Tang Duoyang faction, which was not expected to be favored, suddenly received a lot of support. It seems that his supporters also saw the forces of rowan family and Rowan behind Yuanyang.

When her boyfriend is good, Miss Mu Er‘s face shines. Every time she sees Claudia, she is a sister one by one. She is not to mention how intimate she is.

On rowan family‘s side, Rowan and Mrs. Jones had a pleasant cooperation and soon signed a cooperation agreement. Yuanyang also got his share of the soup according to the agreement between Claudia and Rowan.

Just as everything was going in the right direction, Claudia fell ill.

A bad cold.

Without any sign, she was suddenly defeated.

When the temperature burned up, Claudia woke up in a daze.

His throat seemed to be blocked with something, dry and astringent, and he had no strength all over his body.

She stretched out her hand from the quilt with difficulty, and it took her half a day to reach the mobile phone on the bedside table.

Originally, she wanted to call an ambulance for herself, but because of her lack of consciousness, she dialed Rowan‘s number.

In fact, this can also be said to be her subconscious mind.

"Pupil pupil? Don‘t sleep in the pupil, wake up."

Who‘s calling her?

It‘s too noisy.

Claudia frowned and waved his arms to drive away the annoying sound.

A slap called on Rowan‘s Zhang Jun‘s face, but because he was ill and had no strength, it was more like scratching.

Rowan‘s calm, evil and cold face, powerful arms through Claudia‘s neck, legs bent, easily picked her up and walked quickly to the door.

"Pupil, don‘t sleep, pupil."

"Well, it‘s hard." Claudia‘s laborious gibberish, a weak mass nestled in Rowan‘s arms, gripped his hearts together.

His lips were pasted on her hot forehead and he kissed comfortably, "Hang in there, we‘ll go to the hospital right away."

When she was put into the co－pilot, she was completely unconscious.

Rowan‘s hands shook as he drove.

Looking ahead, I dare not be distracted to look at her, otherwise, it would have been a car accident.

Hospital, emergency room.

The doctor on duty was grabbed by the collar and pulled to Claudia.

"Cure her!"

The three words, cold and hard, were smashed down by a hammer.

The doctor was frightened by Rowan‘s imposing manner, neglected to investigate his disrespect, and quickly diagnosed Claudia.

"High fever, 39 degrees and 7 degrees, take an injection immediately to reduce the fever."

When the doctor finished, the nurse immediately went to prepare relevant supplies.

After looking at the black－faced god, the doctor began to rip Claudia‘s trousers.

Almost as soon as his hand was on the edge of Claudia‘s pyjamas, a powerful palm grabbed his wrist and a cold voice sounded： "What are you doing!"

The doctor rolled his eyes, endured it and explained patiently, "Sir, this young lady has a high fever. I must give her an injection to reduce the fever immediately."