"Dear, why didn‘t you tell your mother?"

"Want to give you a surprise. In the afternoon performance, grandparents and grandparents will also come."

"Do they also know about your chorus?"

"Yes, Grandma and Grandpa also came to see me rehearse. Grandpa and Grandma also came to see me. Oh, Dad also came."

These are in the month when she left 49 cities.

Suddenly, I feel very guilty.

Yes, son.

She never made up for it completely.

For so many years, she still owes him.

"I‘m sorry, Dear, mother doesn‘t know anything."

"I said it was a surprise." The meat dumplings comforted her with sweet words. They stopped holding her face and kissing her forehead with meat whirring hands. "Mom, aren‘t you happy?"

"Happy, my Dear is so good, of course my mother is happy."

With a sigh of relief, the meat dumplings went back to see his father.

Rowan bent over and kissed the top of the pork dumplings. "Let‘s go to dinner later. What do you want to eat?"

"Either way. Dad, pupil pupil, I‘ll talk to my friend first."

"Well, go ahead."

The meat dumplings started to run to his little friend, which should be to discuss the chorus in the afternoon.

Claudia looked at his back with a burst of sadness.

Behind him, a low male voice sounded： "Don‘t show such an expression in front of meat."

"What?"

"He knows everything, so if you don‘t want him to feel sad, hide your emotions."

"Oh!" With a mocking smile, Claudia raised his eyebrows. "Are you blaming me?"

"Blame you?" Laughing coldly, Rowan‘s eyes closed her face. "Shouldn‘t I blame you?"

Frowned back two steps, she coughed softly, "you, what do you mean?"

In the first two steps, he stood in front of her and said one word at a time： "Do you think I shouldn‘t blame you for the divorce on my own initiative and the escape on my own initiative?"

"Rowan!"

"Hmm? Unconvinced?" Slim fingers fell on her face. He looked at her with thin lips and a smile.

To outsiders, it was absolutely intimate, but only she could feel the coldness emanating from him.

"Pupil, you will always pay for your willfulness."

"Having said so, I also want to ask you." Raising her hand to fend off the hand he landed on her face, she hooked her lips： "In your opinion, my departure is only willful?"

"Isn‘t it?"

"I thought you understood, but in fact you don‘t understand, do you?"

"You have always been the one who doesn‘t understand!" Can‘t help it, roar out loud.

Rowan helped his forehead and sighed low： "The person who doesn‘t understand has always been you, pupil pupil."

"Forget it, it‘s useless to say more. Things have come to this point and it‘s too late to say anything."

Exhausted, Claudia breathed a sigh of relief and turned to go.

As soon as he stepped forward, he grabbed his wrist.

"Rowan! Let go!"

Instead of letting go, he posted the whole person, "It‘s not too late, it‘s never too late."

With that, he grazed her side and walked towards the meat dumplings.

His hands were clenched on his side into fists. Claudia closed his eyes and his heart suddenly rose with pain.

Now, her sacrifice is meaningless to him.

What the hell is she doing?

Why did you turn her into an unreasonable person?

Why?

What makes it?

The meat dumplings were picked up by his father and looked back at Claudia. "Dad, have you made up with pupil pupil?"

Rowan patted his little ass and did not answer. He bent over and put him on the ground and took his hand. "Do you want anything to eat?"

The meat dumplings sighed, lifted their faces and seriously educated their father： "Dad, you can‘t do this."

"Hmm?" Rowan felt amused and crouched down to put his arms around his son‘s small waist. "Why not?"

"Girls are to be coaxed, do you know?"

"Coax?"

"Yes, pupil pupil you don‘t look at her look fierce, in fact, it‘s not fierce at all, you have to coax her. Girls are like delicate flowers. They should be carefully, uh, taken care of."

I really don‘t know where his son heard and learned these words.