Claudia did not dare to think about what it was.

Will that be tears?

"He..."

It took a lot of effort for Rowan to spit out a word, which was so hoarse that he could not hear it clearly.

After swallowing saliva, he clenched his back molar teeth, held the doorframe, stood up bit by bit, and brought the door with his backhand.

Meat meat quietly crooked his little head and peeked at his father.

The little meat dumplings, the little spirit, the living, moving and talking little thing, is his son?

How could it be his son?

How can there be such a small thing, his son?

"Claudia!" Rowan‘s roar would have turned into a roar had it not been for his best efforts and his concern for the meat.

But even such depression makes Claudia unhappy.

With a hum, she reminded her in her spare time, "Mr. Rowan, pay attention to your attitude and don‘t frighten the meat."

The word "scare the meat" is like a rope that tightly wraps Rowan.

Exhale a mouthful of turbid gas, he whispered： "We, talk, we need, need to talk."

Say that finish, he will line of sight completely, focus on the meat dumplings.

Son.

It‘s his, son.

"Yes, let‘s talk." Claudia agreed briskly, bending over to meat and saying, "Dear, let‘s go."

Meat nodded and grabbed Claudia‘s little finger uneasily. A small voice asked, "He, will he come with us?"

Before Claudia could speak, Rowan eagerly replied, "Together, we, let‘s go together."

Sipping his lip, his beautiful eyebrows slightly puckered, and his appearance was very much like his own.

The more you look at it, the more like it is.

Rowan only felt that his heart was soft and was about to melt away. He quivered his fingers and wanted to touch him for fear that it was a dream.

However, he did not dare.

Claudia picked up the meat and walked to the car. Rowan quickly followed and looked at the sweet little thing that hugged her mother‘s neck and lay cleverly on her shoulder.

I dare not blink more, for fear that if I blink, he will disappear.

When he opened the rear door, Claudia put the meat in and straightened up. He saw Rowan open the door on the other side and bend over to discuss with the meat.

"May I sit beside you?"

His tone is gentle and can get bored with water, more than when talking to himself.

Claudia didn‘t want to admit it, but it really tasted a little bit.

She has had enough to eat her son‘s vinegar.

Originally, she thought that meat should not be so easy to promise. She just wanted to ask him to come in the co－pilot. She didn‘t really frighten her son, but she didn‘t want to hear her son say, "Yes."

If Rowan is granted an amnesty, his excited expression is beyond words.

Sit in quickly and close the door.

Claudia secretly rolled her eyes and was ignored by Hua Lili.

Start the car, the latter two people have been chatting.

The topic is dominated by Rowan. The content is at sixes and sevens. The quality is too bad to look straight at.

That is definitely the biggest Waterloo in Mr. Rowan‘s life.

It can be seen from the eyes of friends in the small basin of meat.

What is he talking about?

He knows what he‘s talking about?

Is he stupid?

Is he sure it‘s his father?

Dislike.

Yes, in just over ten minutes, Rowan suddenly appeared from this little thing, saying that his son saw disgust in his eyes.

And the object is oneself.

Lost, chagrin, remorse, anxiety, he was controlled by various complicated emotions.

"Pupil pupil!" Meat finally couldn‘t stand it and asked his dearest mother for help.

Claudia suddenly felt sad and looked at his son in the rearview mirror. He said softly, "Meat. Dad is just too happy to see meat. Dear, be good."

With the comfort of my dear mother, my little meat basin friend calmed down a little, just moving his little ass away from Rowan.

Rowan was at a loss.

He has no experience, no experience with children, and even less experience with his son.

Little things look not small. How many years have they missed and how many things have they missed.

"Meat, you, how old are you this year?"

Try and finally ask the first normal question today.