One－handed pliers pressed her hands staggered on her head and the other hand groped around.

In fact, it is not completely groping.

People have their own rhythm.

It didn‘t take long for Claudia to soften into a pool of water.

The pajamas were stripped and thrown under the bed.

Mr. Rowan‘s only pair of trousers is gone.

His phoenix eyes are as deep as an abyss. As long as you look at each other, it is deep.

"I can‘t." Biting the tail sound, she made the last resistance, which is unlikely to succeed.

"Why not?" His voice was already hoarse, and the situation was that he was on the verge of firing.

"Rowan, you dead man! See what time it is! What a fart!"

At a glance, the clock on the wall was 7： 50.

Hook lip evil charm, he pasted her pink ears, voice into her cochlea, "you cheer up later, work hard, an hour, no problem."

Easy to say!

Although today is the weekend, they promised meat to accompany him out.

At 8： 30, the meat dumplings appeared at the door on time.

"Dong dong dong! Pupil pupil! Dad! Are you up?" After asking, the meat dumplings lay prone on the door, listening to the movement inside.

Only heard, his dearest mommy, with a changed voice replied： "still... not... ah..."

Scratching his head and hair, the meat dumplings twisted their eyebrows and clapped on the door. "But pupil pupil, won‘t we go out?"

After waiting for about a minute, the bedroom door opened.

It‘s his father.

"Dad!" When the meat dumplings saw people coming out, their eyes brightened and they opened their small meat arms for their father to hold.

Rowan smiled and bent over to pick him up. Before he could speak, the meat dumplings pointed to his chest in surprise and asked, "Dad, what‘s wrong with you?"

Looking down, he looked embarrassed.

What else can I do?

It was the little wild cat in the bed that did it.

"Well, this, the cat scratched it."

"Cats?" Stare big eyes, meat dumplings struggling to go to the ground, "are there cats in your room? I want to see! Dad, you let me down! I want to see!"

No way, had to put down the meat dumplings.

He ran in with small thick legs and "Da Da Da".

"Pupil pupil!"

Claudia was lying weak in the quilt. The body under the quilt was still sticky and greasy. The initiator came in and stood behind his son innocently.

She gouged out his eye and reached out to touch his son‘s face. "Good morning, meat."

"Pupil, where is the cat?"

"What, cat?"

"Dad said that he had been scratched by the cat. Where is the cat?"

Cats? !

Said she was a cat!

Ashamed and annoyed, Claudia sharpened his knife at someone.

With a low cough, Rowan patted the little buttocks of meat. "Meat, wait a minute. Your mother will take you out to play. Dad has something to do."

"Dad, aren‘t you going? What can I do for you?" After asking about the meat, the sharp－eyed found the fishing gear on the ground.

Rushing to the fishing rod, the meat dumplings picked up and asked excitedly, "Wow! Dad, are we going fishing?"

Claudia propped his head with one hand, his eyes slightly folded and provocative. "Yes, dad, are we going fishing?"

Rowan had no choice but to say, "Oh, then, go fishing."

"Good! Fishing! Pupil pupil, let‘s go to grandpa! There is also a little uncle! The little uncle didn‘t catch a big fish, the little uncle was very good!"

What? !

Little uncle is very good!

He is really, ha ha!

With a full face of seriousness, Mr. Rowan walked towards his son. He felt that it was very necessary to revive his position in his son‘s heart.

"Meat, like fishing?"

"Yes, but I won‘t."

"It doesn‘t matter, Dad will teach you."

"Yo?" Behind him, Claudia continued to provoke, "Dad, can you fish?"

Rowan snorted and looked back at her with disdain, as if to say, "what‘s the difficulty?"

Stall hand, Claudia sat up, "ok, then see how many surprises you can give us. The meat is waiting. Mom will wash up soon, and we will go to grandpa and." After a pause, she winked at Rowan and smiled： "Very powerful little uncle."