Claudia‘s methods of washing rice, cooking rice and handling vegetables and meat were neat and neat, and the kitchen was soon filled with fragrance.

Wen Jing looked at it one by one and couldn‘t help exiting： "I didn‘t think you were still a good wife and mother."

"What do you think?" Claudia chuckled. "What should I look like?"

Scratching his head, Wen Jing smiled and did not make any noise.

Don‘t say it, it‘s not a good thing.

Soon, two hot dishes were served with rice, and Claudia mixed a refreshing cold dish with cucumbers.

Wen Jing‘s eyes were straight, drooling at the steaming food, and he had an impulse to shed tears.

This is 1,800 times better than takeout.

Sitting at the table with a glass of water, Claudia smiled and said, "Eat."

Wen Jing nodded, pulled open the chair and sat down. He couldn‘t wait to put a mouthful of food into his mouth.

"I‘ll go! It‘s too fucking delicious!"

This is the first time I have heard people praise delicious food and say dirty words.

Claudia couldn‘t help shaking his head and laughing. "Eat more if it tastes good."

"Mm－hmm, it‘s delicious." Wen Jing shyly arched his nose and quickly and gulped it into his mouth.

After eating, I felt my belly was going to explode.

Touching her round belly, she collapsed on the chair.

Claudia pushed the cup away and asked, "Have you had enough?"

"Well, I‘m full. I‘m dead."

"Then, can we say it now?"

"..."

Isn‘t it yourself who came to find her?

How does the person who grinds Ji become himself again?

With a self－deprecating smile, Wen Jing stood up and said, "Well, go to the living room."

The two returned to the living room in tandem. Wen Jing picked up all the clothes piled on the sofa and threw them into the bedroom bed. He turned back and sat on the sofa with Claudia.

"My brother, do you know about my brother taking medicine?"

"Sleeping pills?"

"Well, it seems that you are not as careless as I thought, and my brother is not much shrewd." Wen Jing, the stall holder, went on to say, "For example, when you don‘t want to eat, what happens if you force yourself to eat?"

"..."

"Will spit it out, right?"

"Wen Jing, what do you really want to say?" His fingers clenched tightly and Claudia was impatient. "Say it straight."

"Good." Wen Jing sighed, "for my brother, you are what he doesn‘t want to eat and can‘t eat, but he just forces himself to eat. Do you understand this?"

"You, what do you mean," Claudia gritted his teeth and asked with a tearless expression, "do you mean that Rowan takes sleeping pills, he suffers from insomnia, he is in poor mental state, all of which are due to me?"

"Yes."

Wen Jing answered her with a simple word.

Moreover, there was no hesitation, no tactfulness, no change.

If she wants her to say it directly, then she will give her the result directly.

"How is it possible? How is it possible? There is no reason, no reason is because of me! What makes you say it is me!" Pointing to the tip of Wen Jing‘s nose, Claudia shouted aloud, "Why do you say it‘s me!"

Wen Jing could understand her excitement, holding her fingertips and pulling down her hand. "I‘ll tell you why."

"Why!"

"My brother‘s mother, do you know how she died?"

Rowan‘s mother?

Stunned and Claudia withdrew their hands from Wen Jing‘s palm and whispered, "Died of illness, didn‘t they?" Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind. She suddenly raised her face and stared at Wen Jing, saying, "No－is it?"

Wen Jing wry smile, "my brother told you? Said his mother died of illness?"

"Isn‘t it?"

"No." Definitely.

Wen Jing‘s words fell, instantly freezing Claudia‘s blood and stiffening his whole body.

Her face was as pale as paper, which made Wen Jing feel sorry.

"Are you okay? Do you want some water?"

"No, you go on." Claudia‘s teeth trembled as he squeezed words out of his teeth. "She, how did she..."

"Suicide."

Eyes stare round, fundus, bloodshot winding.

Suicide?

Suicide? !

Claudia helped her forehead and did not know what to say. Just when she thought this was the cruelest truth, she found out that she was wrong.