On tiptoe, she printed her lips on his cold thin lips. "Be your matchmaker, Mrs. Wen. Mr. Rowan, do you understand this time?"

He did not speak, just looked at her eyes are still very heavy, very deep.

She smiled at Pamela and rubbed her slender fingers against his lower jaw. "Since I understand, don‘t ask again."

"Mrs. Wynn?" Sneering, Rowan squeezed her wrist. "Do you think you deserve to be Mrs. Wen?"

"I don‘t deserve it, who does?" She raised her eyebrows and said sarcastically.

That way, damn confidence.

Breaking free from his shackles, she poked him on the shoulder, "otherwise you shrink, who do you think is more suitable to be Mrs. Wen than me? Hmm? I have both face and material. I have to go up to the hall and down to the kitchen, and more importantly."

With a crooked head, Claudia winked playfully： "I can satisfy the appetite of Mr. Rowan‘s abnormal Qin beast. In my bed, Mr. Rowan lives and dreams every night, doesn‘t he?"

"Oh! Is it?"

"Isn‘t it?"

Word games, not interested in playing.

Rowan stopped talking and let Claudia‘s mood float.

Because up to now, he has not let go of marrying her.

"Pupil pupil."

They talked in the kitchen for too long, and the meat did not rest assured to come and check.

He is afraid that his father will bully his dearest mother.

"I am." Claudia crossed Rowan to the meat. "What‘s the matter?"

Meat looked at Rowan and asked in a low voice, "Pupil, are you all right?"

"It‘s okay."

"It‘s good to be fine." The meat dumplings nodded like little adults, took Claudia‘s finger and giggled at her.

The smile shook Rowan‘s eyes.

When can his son laugh at him like this, it is really a death without regret.

*

After sending off the last guests, Wen Jiazhi returned to the venue, where Bai Luolan was still sitting.

White father had already left angrily, leaving only Bai Mom to accompany her.

Because Bai Luolan just refused to leave, he must wait here until Rowan.

Today, she became a big joke in 49 cities.

She will always remember the way those people looked at her.

Or ridicule, or sympathy.

With one hand clenching his fist on his lip and coughing gently, Wen Jiazhi stepped forward and whispered, "Miss Bai, you and your aunt should go home first."

Although it would be a bit cruel to say it, he still wanted to say, "My eldest brother, he will not come."

Wen Jiazhi said, Bai Mom immediately looked at him with vicious eyes, "you rowan family bully people too much! When we are easy to bully, are we? This kind of trick! Don‘t take us seriously, look at us as people!"

This is too ugly.

However, they are also wrong.

Wen Jiazhi can only listen and not refute.

The more Bai Mom spoke, the more energetic he became. Finally, he raised his voice and cursed endlessly.

Feng Nuanxin sent Wen Chenglin to the bus and came back to find his son. He found that his son was being scolded.

Aier was eager. She came up quickly and frowned to protect her son behind her. "Mrs. White, pass it."

"Past?" When Bai Mom saw Feng warm heart, his attitude did not improve, but his arrogance became more arrogant. "You came at the right time! I‘d like to ask you, what do you mean by rowan family!"

Feng warm heart glance at Bai Mom, disdain everywhere, "Luo Lan, today you go back with your mother first, this matter, I hope Shu will give you a reasonable explanation."

"Explanation? We must be given an explanation!" Bai Mom pointed to Feng‘s warm heart and nose, "but I want you rowan family to give us an explanation for Bai Family now! Call Rowan! Come now!"

"Mom!" Finally, Bailoran couldn‘t stand it and shouted, "Enough! Enough!"

"Lan Lan?"

"Call him to humiliate me?" Seizing his hair, Bailoran cried and laughed, "I‘ve had enough! Enough! I don‘t want to see him! Never want to see him! Let‘s go!"

"Lan Lan?"

"Go!"

Dragging his skirt to get up, Bailuolan staggered at his feet and almost fell.

Stand firm, she clenched her lower lip, straightened her back and walked step by step to the outside of the meeting.

Bai Mom stamped his foot, glared at Feng Nuanxin, and hurried to hold his daughter.

They left, Feng warm heart also tired to hold his forehead.