No one was seen in the living room. He came to the kitchen with a cluster of sword eyebrows.

The heartless little girl was snoring on the kitchen tile floor.

Rowan bent over to pick her up and resettle her in the guest room.

After midnight, Wen Jing vomited.

Fortunately, before vomiting, she also knew that she had fought her life out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to vomit.

Claudia, on the other hand, was held in Rowan‘s arms and slept unscathed all night.

It‘s not that he doesn‘t want it, it‘s just that he wants her to go crazy.

However, Claudia drank too much this time.

I don‘t know anything about anyone.

Unlike last time, I was able to pester him to cooperate, but it was a lot more interesting.

The next morning, Wen Jing woke up.

Because she vomited, she sobered up faster than Claudia.

Struggling to sit up, staring blankly for half a noise, she went down to the bathroom to wash her face.

Come out of the guest room and go straight to the master bedroom.

Carefully pushed open the door and Claudia fell asleep in bed. Her brother was not there.

At this moment, I heard a faint voice in the kitchen, and Wen Jing followed the voice.

Turning his back to the door, Rowan was tinkering with something.

Wen Jing couldn‘t believe her brother could still make breakfast. Stunned said, "Elder brother, what are you doing?"

Rowan looked back at the little girl with furry hair and whispered, "Cook."

"By! Brother! Do you cook? Really?" Lean forward, Wen Jing poked his head, a face of novelty.

Rowan rubbed her head. "Why didn‘t you tell me when you came back?"

"Uh, hey hey." Embarrassed smiled, Wen Jing blinked： "Anyway, I don‘t say, don‘t you also know? No bad, no bad."

"Well, you are strong. As soon as you come back, you will give me such a big" surprise. "

"I was wrong, brother, I was wrong." Bowing with his hands folded, Wen Jing licked his lips. "I‘m starving, brother, can you eat this?"

Rowan sneered, "Waiting outside."

"Good." Wen Jing smiled and blossomed, and went out.

Looking at her cousin, she is still like a child. Who would have thought that she is already a doctor of psychology and there are not a few people who cure diseases and save lives.

Therefore, people cannot judge by their appearance.

Darling sat at the dining table waiting, not for a while, her brother came out with porridge and small pickles.

To achieve this level is already very good for Wen Jing, a loser of life.

Rowan pulled open the opposite chair and sat down, drinking coffee or black coffee.

Frowned, Wen Jing swallowed things in his mouth, "elder brother, do you drink coffee in the morning? Isn‘t this porridge? Why don‘t you drink it?"

"Don‘t worry about me."

"Brother." Put down the spoon, Wen Jing gritted his teeth： "I know about you and Claudia."

"Oh."

So calm?

Perhaps, the heart has turned over rivers and seas.

Wen Jing gave a wry smile and pinched his finger. "Elder brother, do you hate me?"

If she hadn‘t told Claudia everything, maybe, maybe they...

I don‘t know how far they will go in that case.

"No." Rowan said.

Scratching his head, Wen Jing asked again, "What about Claudia? Do you hate her?"

This time, Rowan stopped talking.

He didn‘t speak, Wen Jing can guess.

Without persuading anything immediately, she drank the porridge clean first, leaving nothing left.

If you have something in your stomach, you will feel refreshed.

Pushing open the bowl, Wen Jing looked at her brother‘s face earnestly. "Elder brother, do you still listen to what I say now?"

Rowan sipped his coffee and raised his eyebrows. "In what capacity are you talking to me? Sister or doctor?"

"Doctor," Wen Jing smiled, "Sister too."

"Say it."

"Claudia is right."

No sooner had she said a word than she saw her brother‘s face change.

Then, she was not given the chance to say the second sentence： "Yes? Who was wrong? Self－determination, willfulness, this is not wrong? I..."

I would rather carry everything than let go.

She let go so easily.

What makes her decide for me?

These are all words that Rowan has not exported.

But he didn‘t export, which doesn‘t mean Wen Jing doesn‘t know or understand.