"No."

"Don‘t be naive, Mr. Rowan, work hard."

He frowned and took her wrist. "You accompany me."

"No."

"Stay with me."

"Tut! Don‘t be angry." Claudia drew back his hand and took the empty plate into the kitchen.

Rowan paced restlessly in the restaurant, but still did not refrain from entering the kitchen to hug her.

The kiss fell on her white and beautiful neck and swam inch by inch.

Hands, too, move irregularly at the waist in an attempt to get into clothes.

Claudia grabbed him by the wrist and turned to look at him. "No way."

"No?" He raised his eyebrows and his eyes were sure to win.

She sighed gently, turned around, her red lips pouted, soothed Wen awkward, and kissed his chin.

"You have to be busy cooperation here, I also want to go back to take care of Yuanyang and meat. Let‘s go back and see you, ok?"

"See you back?"

"Well, I‘ll see you back."

Touching her hair, Rowan whispered, "Don‘t lie to me, pupil."

"What am I lying to you about?"

"Uh－huh."

Although she said no, Rowan insisted on taking her to the airport.

Like every pair of lovers before parting, they hugged, kissed and were reluctant to part.

Claudia knew that this was the lingering charm of Mr. Rowan‘s illness, so he was extremely clingy.

Reminding the boarding female voice to be sweet, Claudia shook Mr. Rowan‘s tightly grasped hand and smiled helplessly, "Rowan, I‘m going to board the plane."

He did not speak and froze her.

She did not urge him either. She looked back at him softly. "Otherwise, I will change to the next shift?"

As soon as his eyes lit up, he also let go of his hand.

Suddenly became happy, let Claudia slightly one leng.

"Then, I‘ll go."

He didn‘t speak.

Waving his hand, Claudia turned and walked to the gate.

She turned back as she handed the boarding pass to the staff.

He‘s still there.

Shit!

With a low curse in my heart.

Wen Wang relaxed his arms and firmly caught the little woman who ran back.

She hugged his neck tightly and bit his ear. "I‘ll change to the next shift!"

The next flight will take two hours.

At this time, there are not many people in the waiting hall.

Rowan and Claudia sat in the corner, arm in arm, fingers clasped, absolutely bored.

Holding his slender fingers, Claudia asked, "Are you all right? Do you feel any discomfort?"

"Am I paper?" Rowan laughed and refuted.

Claudia curled his pie mouth and snorted, "Who left Mr. Rowan sick?"

"Then I am ill and you are still leaving?"

Open your mouth, this time, there is no way to argue.

He shaved the tip of her nose and asked, "Do you want something to drink?"

"Uh－huh, milk tea."

"Good." He nodded and got up to buy it for her.

A cup of milk tea, a cup of coffee, when Rowan returned, he saw a strange man sitting in his original position.

And the man is having a good talk with his woman.

His thin lips drew a faint smile and he stepped away.

"Talk about what? So happy."

This sentence, Yin and Yang strange.

Claudia smiled and said to him, "You are back."

Rowan‘s eyes fell on the man and he seemed to smile.

Stunned, the man, asked in English, "Who is this?"

Before Claudia could answer, Rowan began, "I am her husband."

"Husband? Mademoiselle, are you married?"

Claudia shrugged his shoulders and smiled and said nothing.

The man was immediately embarrassed.

This strike up a conversation, actually strike up a conversation to a married woman.

"Sorry, sorry." Quickly got up, the man never dared to look at Rowan and Claudia again, leaving in a dusty face.

Rowan sat down. Claudia reached for the milk tea, but he moved his hand.

"Why? Don‘t you give me a drink?" She raised her eyebrows and pouted. "Rowan, don‘t be childish."

"Is it childish?" He glanced at her. "Does Mrs. Wen have any explanation for what happened just now?"

Claudia, the stall holder, said, "What is there to explain? He suddenly sat down and said nothing ambiguous, just chatting."