It was also the most expensive hotel in the north. The car stopped and Claudia led the meat inside. The luggage was left to Mr. Rowan and the waiter.

When taking the elevator, Claudia said with a pie mouth, "Does Mr. Rowan still remember what he did?"

"What?"

Still trying to pretend?

She hummed coldly and took Rowan‘s arm. "It didn‘t take long for Mr. Rowan to forget about leaving me here. Is it old and has a bad memory?"

He hooked his lips and spread his arms around her waist. "I‘m not old, let you know at night."

"Rogue!" She reprimanded, bowed their heads to avoid Mr. Rowan‘s teasing line of sight, but did not think of it, but happened to hit the meat dumplings.

Pointing to her face, the little fellow was milky and milky： "pupil pupil, why is your face red? Are you very hot?"

"..."

The scenery of the northern country is frozen for thousands of miles and snowy for thousands of miles.

This season, the snow scenery is naturally the most beautiful.

In another two days, the Ice and Snow Festival will be held. It turns out that Rowan has already made arrangements.

The air conditioner and heating in the suite were fully turned on, and the meat dumplings clamored to unseal and threw themselves on the bed to roll.

Claudia won‘t let him move. He sweats and may catch a cold.

Grabbed his little meat leg and dragged him down, neatly removing his clothes.

Wearing a black－and－white sweater, the small white shirt inside folded out the collar at the neck, which was stylish and stylish.

The meat dumplings became more and more beautiful, causing Claudia to hug his thick waist and kiss him hard.

Rowan came back from the phone call and leaned against the doorframe to look at one big and one small, mother and child, with thin lips and curved corners.

"Meat, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." The meat dumplings jumped off the bed and crisp answered.

From the start of the plane to just now, his small mouth has not stopped, how can he be hungry?

Although the word "father" has not been called out, the relationship between father and son is advancing by leaps and bounds.

Sometimes Claudia feels that he may surpass himself. At this time, he will have a ridiculous but real sense of crisis.

"Then take a rest and we‘ll go out for dinner."

Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Did you order?"

"No."

"Call room service?"

"No."

Claudia asked Rowan as he walked to the door.

Neither, then who is here?

When she opened the door, she was startled by the man standing outside.

"Hi!"

The tall man smiled kindly and reached over to hug her.

Before touching Claudia‘s side, behind her, a man with a fast eye took her arm and pulled her behind her.

"Who allowed you to use your hands and feet?" Rowan‘s face was displeased and his tone was cold.

Arthur spread out his hands and pie his mouth and said, "Polite, polite, Wen, you still don‘t understand amorous feelings."

"Keep your amorous feelings against others."

"Do we have to stand here and talk? Where is your little prince?"

"The little prince?" Twisting his eyebrows, Claudia looked at Rowan with a smile： "What little prince?"

"Pupil?"

While speaking, meat dumplings appeared.

Arthur stared big eyes in disbelief and pointed to the suspicious little thing behind them. "There is really a little prince!"

At the end of the speech, he pushed aside Rowan, who was standing in front of him, and strode towards the meat dumplings.

In front of the meat dumplings suddenly rushed up to tall unknown objects, frightened back a few steps.

He was picked up before the scream rushed out of his throat.

"Mr. Rowan, have you all come abroad?" Claudia sneered.

Rowan coughed softly and heard the meat dumplings shouting in Arthur‘s arms, "Dad, help me! Dad!"

At this time, for the meat dumplings, my father is still more secure.

His call for help was entirely a subconscious decision.

At that moment, Rowan‘s heart almost burst out of his chest.

He stepped forward quickly, saved his son and gave Arthur a turn.

Arthur snorted stuffily, covering his chest and bumping into the back wall, with a curse in his mouth： "Shit!"

Claudia watched the scene helplessly and closed the door.

The meat dumplings hugged his father‘s neck tightly and pursed their little buttocks. A small voice said in his father‘s ear, "This man is terrible."