The son jabbered a lot, and Rowan really didn‘t hear two words.

As soon as the meat dumplings saw that his father was not in condition, they shut up and saved their spirits.

I took a bath for the little guy, wrapped it in a big bath towel and carried it out.

The hair was soft and lying on the forehead. The meat dumplings looked like a little dog. They looked like MengMeng and were especially easy to bully.

Rowan sat by the bed and carefully wiped his son‘s hair with a dry towel.

Boring, the meat dumplings asked, "Dad, did Grandpa bathe you when you were young?"

Rowan gave a low "um" when he acted.

"Then, Grandpa will wipe your hair too?"

"Uh－huh."

"What else will Grandpa do with you?"

In his throat, Rowan seemed to remember some memories that he had tried his best to suppress and not to think about.

"All right."

The towel moved his head and he reached out and rubbed his son‘s hair. "Without your pajamas, wear Dad‘s."

"Yes." Meat dumplings also don‘t care, nodded.

Only his clothes, each of which is too big for his son.

After a try, I finally decided to sleep naked.

The little fish got into the quilt like that. The meat dumplings grabbed the quilt horn with both hands and looked at his father with round eyes.

Rowan asked him, "Have you something to say?"

The meat dumplings nodded, "Dad, are you in a better mood now?"

"Uh－huh."

"Let‘s talk about you and pupil pupil."

The bed is so warm and comfortable, which is the smell of peace of mind on my father.

In fact, the meat dumplings were a little sleepy when they got in, but he was so energetic that he had to have a good talk with his father about the matter.

Rowan was amused by the tone of his son‘s little adult. "We will solve the matter between your mother and me."

Meat dumplings pie mouth, "you and pupil pupil said the same thing. Then when will you solve it?"

At this point, he turned over, pursed his ass and shouted at his father, "How long will you be separated?"

It‘s true that even "separation" can be said.

Rowan patted him through the quilt. "I see."

Rowan didn‘t hear what the meat dumplings mumbled again. Then the little fellow breathed for a long time and fell asleep.

… …

Wen Jing was wearing sportswear, with black eyes on the bridge of his nose, slippers and garbage bags in his hand.

In fact, such high－grade apartment buildings have special aunts in charge of sanitation to help take out the garbage.

Only Wen Jing likes to do it herself and should take appropriate exercise. Otherwise, she can stay in the apartment for a day.

After throwing the garbage, she turned to go back and took two steps, one step at a time.

Looking back doubtfully, I found the suspicious car.

After raking her hair, she walked to the car and knocked on the window.

The window fell, revealing her brother‘s cool and handsome face.

Wen Jing smiled and asked him, "When did you come? Why didn‘t you come up and find me?"

Rowan frowned slightly and said nothing.

Wen Jing shrugged his shoulders, stretched out his hand to open the car door and told him, "Come down."

On the tea table in the living room, there were a mess of paper and pens, laptops, books and take－out boxes.

After packing up her things, she went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of water, one for her brother and the other for herself.

"Something on your mind?"

Rowan held the cup in his hand and did not drink it. He listened to her question and put it on the tea table.

"Yes, I see." Wen Jing drank saliva, took off his black glasses and pinched his eyebrows. "I told you to come long ago, and you had to drag it."

"I am not here." Rowan said impatiently.

Wen Jing hum, solemn look, "then let‘s get ready and start."

*

The door was half open and Albert raised his hand and knocked twice.

"Dad?"

"What are you doing?" Pushing open the door, Albert came in with a plate in his hand. "I didn‘t eat any fruit either."

"There is something busy." Claudia pushed away the laptop and took an orange from the fruit plate and peeled it.

Albert put the fruit tray on the bedside table, sat beside the bed and looked at her with a smile.

The oranges were peeled and Claudia handed them to Albert.

Albert shook his head and whispered, "Eat yourself."