If there is a man who can do this to himself, he will have no regrets.

When people are greedy, they will do something wrong.

For example, at the moment, she held her forehead and looked like I was drunk.

"Xiao Qi, are you all right?" Yang Zong looked at this and asked aloud.

"My head hurts a little."

"Well, then you can go and sit down."

"Good."

That‘s really, really welcome.

If you sit, there is only a sofa on the right side of the private room.

Rowan is there.

The woman got up and twisted her waist over.

Claudia glanced at the distance and his mouth laughed.

Over－confident.

Cold in the heart, she continued to talk to Yang Zong as if she had no insight into anything.

Sit down and the woman glanced at Rowan.

He looked straight.

I think I am not bad in appearance and figure. Such disregard makes women feel aggrieved.

Adjusting her mood, she coughed softly and took the initiative to speak to Rowan.

"BOSS Rowan."

Rowan looked askance at her and knew it clearly.

He is too familiar with such eyes.

It‘s just, it‘s just a mediocre fat vulgar powder.

The eyes froze her, and even if a woman is cheeky, she is embarrassed to go on.

Because Rowan clearly regards her as air.

Ashamed and annoyed, her face was pale and she really looked uncomfortable.

Mr. Rowan performed very well today, which was beyond Claudia‘s expectation.

Very patient.

At the end of the social party, Yang Zong left with his secretary and Rowan took Claudia‘s hand to the car.

Not often drinking white wine, Claudia felt a little light.

Similar to a kind of middle feeling between drunk and not drunk, in short, it is wonderful.

Grab Rowan‘s arm, she ha ha smile, also don‘t know what is laughing.

Rowan opened the co－pilot‘s door and said in a heavy voice, "Get on the bus."

"No." She shook her little head and reached out and poked her temples. "I want to walk, will you accompany me?"

Rowan did not speak, but closed the car door.

The road out of the club is very long, and the roadside is lined with street lamps.

At this time, private cars occasionally pass by, but no one.

Rowan took Claudia‘s hand and thought it was just a walk after dinner.

As she walked along, she suddenly shouted, "Rowan."

"Uh－huh."

"Does the female secretary in Yang Zong look good today?"

He did not speak for a while, then replied, "I don‘t know."

"Ah?" Frowned, Claudia took him to a stop, tilted his head and asked, "I don‘t know what it means?"

Breaking off her fingers, she squinted, "Good－looking, not good－looking, there are only two options, you choose one."

Rowan looked at her and said displeasure, "I can‘t see clearly. I can‘t choose."

"Hmm?" Paused, she burst out laughing, "the somebody else is at least a beautiful woman, you even don‘t look at what the somebody else looks like? Rowan, to be honest, are you a man?"

"I don‘t like this question." Rowan said seriously, then leaned close to her. "Besides, it‘s very old－fashioned."

"Ah?"

"The topic of whether I am a man is very old－fashioned. Don‘t ask again."

"... trouble."

"What are you talking about?"

Mr. Rowan gathered her phoenix eyes and looked like a smile.

Claudia quickly changed the subject. "Nothing, nothing, what about me?"

"You what?"

"Do I look good?"

"Not good－looking."

"Rowan!"

"You are ugly."

"Rowan!" Giving off his hand, Claudia became angry and stared at him angrily. His slender fingers pointed at the tip of his nose. "I‘ll give you another chance and say it again!"

Dare to point to the tip of his nose, the whole world is such a little woman who has eaten leopard bravery.

The big palm wrapped her claws. He coagulated her and always smiled, "Good－looking."

Claudia was satisfied and flicked his long hair triumphantly. "That is, blind your dog‘s eyes, dare to say I am ugly."

"Claudia."

"All right, all right, all right, don‘t talk like that, I know." She waved impatiently and crouched down.