The milk carton fell into the garbage can accurately and made a "bang" sound.

Seeing, his facial expression changed.

Angry?

Angry?

She smiled.

But he also smiled.

Shit!

How many layers did he wear, after all!

The slender finger fell on her cheek and was blocked by her raised hand.

"No more?"

"..."

"Give you porridge to drink? Don‘t drink like that again in the future. The pain is your own." He said, wiped her side and went to the cabinet to get rice. "White rice porridge or millet porridge, which do you want to drink?"

Claudia, of course, did not answer.

He went out of the kitchen and returned to the bedroom.

In the bathroom, she took off her nightgown and threw it in the sink, opened the shower head and flushed with her eyes closed.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

"Get out." She didn‘t even open her eyes and said so.

Tone, as cold as possible.

The door closed, but no one went out.

He approached, turned off the shower head and pressed her against the porcelain white wall.

The back is cold, but the people in front of me are hot.

Ice and fire are two sides of the same coin.

Stimulus.

Claudia‘s eyes opened gently and apricot‘s eyes smiled. "Do you do it? Is Mr. Rowan interested?"

As she said this, her eyes fell down and fell somewhere.

Somewhere with slight changes.

Don‘t blame him.

Blame her.

If he does not humidify his body, he will have ghosts if he does not respond.

The slender fingers fell on his bare chest, inch－by－inch down, and the fingertips were draped on the edge of the towel, as if they were not dragging.

"Pupil pupil..." His voice is difficult to endure obscurity.

"Mr. Rowan is interested, but I don‘t want to cooperate," she said.

Pushing him away, she pulled one side of the towel to wrap herself and stood in front of the sink to brush her teeth.

Rowan gritted his teeth, turned his back on her, and extinguished the evil fire bit by bit.

By the time he had tidied up the mess, she had already left the bathroom.

*

Far away.

Work efficiency, good.

After exercising his muscles and bones, Claudia got up from his chair and did a set of radio gymnastics in situ.

The radio gymnastics was finishing when the office door was knocked.

"Knock, knock."

"Come in."

Pamela pushed open the door and saw her scampering with thin sweat on her face.

"Do, what?" After panting, Claudia began to take deep breaths to relieve himself.

"You?" Doubtfully closed the door, Pamela hugged the document in his hand, "what demon?"

"Get out, do you talk to your boss like that?" Put on high heels, Claudia picked up the mug on the table and took a sip. "If you have something to say, you have nothing to fuck off."

"Something." Pamela curled his pie mouth and went up to put the document on her desk. "Sign it."

Opening the document, Claudia signed it and pushed it to Pamela, "All right."

Pamela closed the document, picked it up, bit his lip and asked, "How are you?"

Claudia pinched his neck and asked, "I used to, what‘s the matter?"

"You smashed the office yesterday. Have you lost your memory?"

"Oh, that." With a smile, Claudia raised his eyebrows and said, "I‘d love to."

"You! Crazy!"

"Well, each other."

"Pull it down! You and I are not each other! Claudia, you are a madman!"

"So, you say one more word to the madman," she said a little closer. "The madman doesn‘t know what to do to you."

Success turned the little girl pale with fear. Claudia was in a good mood. "Tell your husband to go back later at night."

"Why?"

"Because you will accompany me out later."

"Where to?"

"Well, beauty salon."

*

When I was a child, Pamela vaguely remembered that Claudia had short hair for a while, which was very popular at that time.

Later, she was the long hair and black hair that thunder could not beat.

It is said that because Rowan likes it.

Obedience and catering to Rowan‘s preferences are Claudia‘s survival laws, and she will definitely not disobey them.

So today, Claudia is really abnormal, and Rowan is also really something.

"Are you sure?"

Pamela frowned and asked someone who was reading the hairstyle magazine, "Are you sure?"