The president of Hengyou.

She remembered!

Dare to insult her dignity as a reporter, hem, see how she "deals with" him in the future!

She wants him to see what is called the Internet and the horror of news reports!

*

At 11 o‘clock at night, the last guest was sent away.

As soon as Claudia‘s leg softened, he immediately wrapped an arm around his waist.

Relying on him at ease, she closed her eyes and said, "It‘s finally over."

Rowan moved, took off his coat and wrapped it around her. He hugged her and walked back. "Hug you?"

"Uh－huh." Also not melodramatic, she is really exhausted.

When she was picked up horizontally, Mr. Rowan naturally did not shy away from anyone‘s eyes. At the moment, Claudia did not care to shy away.

Albert and Martha were also ready to leave. When they saw Rowan coming in with Claudia in their arms, they quickly asked, "What‘s wrong with the pupil? Not feeling well?"

Claudia broke free and asked Rowan to put himself down. "No, Dad, that, I‘m tired."

With a sigh of relief, Albert smiled and said, "It‘s hard for you."

Martha stepped forward and took Claudia‘s hand. "Thank you, Claudia."

"Nothing, yes, Aunt Ping, you and my father should go back and rest."

"Well, you also go back early."

"Uh－huh."

Asked the driver to take them off, Claudia asked, "Where is the meat?"

Rowan caressed her sideburns. "Jiazhi took him back."

"Oh."

"We won‘t go back to rowan family tonight. Go to your apartment."

There, she can still be at ease.

This is exactly what Claudia wants.

Pamela and Tang Duo flew directly to foreign countries for their honeymoon after the closing party. She was asked to take care of all these things.

By the time I got back to the apartment after I was completely busy, it was already over 1： 00 a.m.

Covering his stomach, Claudia leaned on the sofa, covered with Rowan‘s coat.

Rowan went to the kitchen to pour her a cup of hot water and squatted in front of her. "Hungry?"

Nothing can be hidden from his eyes.

Claudia pouted her red lips. "A little, my stomach hurts a little."

Hearing her say that her stomach hurt, Rowan immediately twisted her eyebrows. "I‘ll make you something to eat. Wait a minute, soon."

"Just get some. I remember there seems to be instant noodles. Just cook that."

He said that he certainly didn‘t want her to eat instant noodles, but porridge or something took too long.

"Yes, drink some hot water."

As Rowan‘s hand drank saliva, Claudia curled up and closed his eyes.

He kissed her between the eyebrows and got up and went into the kitchen to cook noodles.

About ten minutes later, the noodles were cooked and an egg was added.

Rowan carried her from the living room into the dining room, placed her on a chair, handed her chopsticks in her hand, and the service was in place.

Claudia stirred up the noodles and blew them, but the first bite was sent to his mouth. "Ah."

After a pause, he squeezed her wrist and said, "What are you doing?"

She blinked and said, "Are you not hungry? You certainly haven‘t eaten much either."

He won‘t eat anything for general social activities. This is his habit and bad habit.

Heart, soft.

Rowan froze her and stared at her.

"Eat." She urged, "Open your mouth, ah."

Open your mouth and hold the first bite of noodles she sent.

The second bite, she began to eat.

Then there is, he one mouthful, she one mouthful.

The two shared a bowl of noodles.

There is something in my stomach, and my stomach does not hurt.

After the last bite, she pushed open the bowl. He pulled out the paper towel, broke off her shoulder and wiped her mouth.

She was taken care of by him like a child.

*

At 5 o‘clock in the morning, it was slightly hazy.

Less than three hours after sleeping, Claudia turned over and some woke up.

The side of her body was empty. As soon as she grabbed it, her heart missed a beat and she was sleepy.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a tall figure standing at the window with my back to her.

He looked out intently, perhaps thoughtfully.

Just, don‘t sleep, don‘t you feel sleepy?

Suddenly, I thought of his insomnia.

How many times, when she was asleep, he was awake like this?

What kind of great events exist in order to be so.