Wen Jiazhi squeezed his cell phone tightly and gave a "um".

"Chenglin, don‘t worry." Feng warm heart said comfortably, said to Wen Jiazhi： "Try again."

"Oh." Wen Jiazhi nodded. Suddenly, Wen Chenglin said, "Don‘t call Rowan." After a slight pause, he glanced at Feng Nuanxin and said, "Call Claudia."

"Dad?"

"Listen to me, do you have Claudia‘s telephone number?"

Looking at Feng Nuanxin, Wen Jiazhi nodded, "Yes, Dad, that..."

"Still use to think? The two must be together at the moment. You call Claudia and I‘ll tell her."

"Dad."

"What are you talking about?" Wen Chenglin seldom speaks to Wen Jiazhi in such a hurry, because his younger son never worries about him.

Feng Nuanxin said to Wen Jiazhi, "Jiazhi, do what your father says quickly. Don‘t make your father angry. Hurry up."

Wen Jiazhi pinched his cell phone tightly and had no choice but to find Claudia‘s number and dial it out.

Before long, the other side picked it up, and Claudia‘s soft female voice came： "Hello?"

"Sister Claudia." Wen Jiazhi just let out a cry, only to hear Wen Chenglin say, "Give me your cell phone."

This sentence also reached Claudia‘s ears through his cell phone.

"Uncle Wen?"

Wen Jiazhi whispered, "We can‘t find the eldest brother. My father wants me to call you."

"Jiazhi! Give me your cell phone, what are you talking about!"

"I see." Answered, Wen Jiazhi said quickly, "My father wants to talk to you."

Claudia smiled and said, "Oh, good."

When the mobile phone was handed over, Wen Chenglin took it and put it in his ear. He asked, "Where is Rowan?"

"Uncle Wen is looking for him."

Hearing this, I knew I was right.

They, indeed as expected, are together.

"Today is his engagement banquet with the child in Bai Family. Let him weigh whether it will appear or not."

"Well," said Claudia, after a pause, "I‘ll tell you in his place."

"What do you want to say?"

"Rowan, he won‘t go to the engagement banquet, cancel it."

"What, what? You, you say it again! You give him your cell phone! I‘ll tell him!"

"Uncle Wen, I have made it very clear, that‘s all." Say that finish, Claudia didn‘t give Wen Chenglin the chance to continue to say anything and hung up the phone directly.

Holding the hung－up cell phone, Wen Chenglin froze.

"Cheng Lin? What‘s the matter? What did you say?"

Angry and smiling, Wen Chenglin threw his cell phone to the ground.

Feng warm heart was startled, pale, did not dare to speak at the moment.

Wen Jiazhi also frowned lightly and kept silent.

The atmosphere was depressing to the extreme.

The other side.

The meat was lying on the tea table, concentrating on Lego.

Rowan sat on the sofa and looked at his son intently.

What do you think, how do you like it?

Claudia leaned against the doorframe and looked at the father and son.

Such a quiet moment was something she had never dared to think of before.

"Pupil pupil." Half of the meat was assembled, and he raised his head and said with a continuous little milk sound, "I am hungry."

"OK, Mom, go cook." Claudia turned to the kitchen.

Standing in front of the chopping board cutting vegetables, she heard footsteps behind her.

"Your father called me just now." No turning back, she said.

She knew he was listening.

His men handled the vegetables and meat neatly, opened fire and drained the oil. When the oil was on, Claudia turned around and looked at him. "I told him that the engagement banquet was cancelled."

Rowan‘s lips were straight, her eyes were heavy and she said nothing.

"Stabbing!"

The sound of vegetables and meat coming into the pot soon brought out the fragrance.

She took a spatula to stir－fry and turned on the range hood.

"Claudia, what do you want?"

For a long time, the male voice of the negative test got into the ear.

Ben kept stir－frying her hand. She turned back and smiled. "Do you really don‘t know, that‘s why you asked me?"

The pot was filled with water, the meat was not covered, the lid was covered, and she came towards him.

Standing in front of Rowan, Claudia lifted his face slightly, raised his hand and landed it on his heart. "Or, knowing why to ask? No matter how many times you ask, I will have an answer. What I want is to be Mrs. Wen."