She still doesn‘t know who he is or what.

"Well, what can I do for Mr. Rowan?"

"Can you come out for a moment?"

This tone surprised Claudia.

Mr. Rowan has always been overbearing. At the moment, it is not right to say you come out directly, instead of adding the word "?" To weaken the whole sentence.

Before Claudia could react, he added, "I am at your door."

"The door?" Barefoot, she ran to the window.

Yes, his car is parked outside.

"I see." Hung up his cell phone, Claudia put on a dress and went downstairs.

Rowan leaned against the car to smoke and watched her come out. He stood up straight, threw cigarette butts on the ground and crushed them.

Claudia approached and looked at him with his arms in his arms. "What is it?"

Rowan did not speak and looked at her with such heavy eyes.

In my mind, Wen Jing‘s sentence kept echoing： Do you think she doesn‘t know this?

Think she doesn‘t know, have you never thought of having eternity with her?

After all, the heart owes.

He‘s an asshole.

He is really an asshole.

Stretching out his arm, he said to her in the tone of begging her to come down just now, "Can I hold you?"

Claudia froze, slowly lowered his arm－holding hand and looked at him in astonishment.

"What‘s the matter with you?"

Rowan smiled gently, maintained the posture of stretching out his arm, and asked again, "Can I hold you? Just one moment."

In the past, when you said hug, you hugged.

Where will we discuss it with her?

In that way, it is at ease.

Now, he is so "polite" that she is embarrassed and even a little at a loss.

I really can‘t see what Mr. Rowan is going to do next.

Is he going to start the tender feelings offensive?

Long silence, two people stand opposite each other.

He asked, but got no answer. He really did not move, not reluctantly.

As for her, her mind changes a thousand times.

He did not urge her either. He waited for her quietly and patiently.

Finally, Claudia frowned. "Rowan, what do you want?"

"I just want to hug you."

"I said no?"

Phoenix eyes flashed across the bottom of the loss, he put down his arms, his hands clenched in his side into a fist.

"I‘m sorry."

She, did she hear correctly?

Did he say those three words just now?

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing."

"Hello!"

"I‘m leaving."

"What?"

After a pause, Claudia watched helplessly as he turned to open the car door and bent down to get into the car.

The body preceded the consciousness. She stepped forward and took his arm. "Rowan!"

Rowan stopped and looked askance at her.

Claudia followed his line of sight and fell on his hand holding his arm. He paused for a moment, as if he had been scalded by hot oil, and released his hand.

The palm of her hand rubbed on her clothes twice, and her brow wrinkled deeper. "You, you don‘t go yet, say clearly, what do you want?"

"I didn‘t want to do anything."

"Don‘t want to do? You suddenly came running and hugged me again. You, you are not right, what‘s the matter?"

He lowered his eyes and asked in a heavy voice, "Do you care about me?"

Claudia was speechless for a moment, of course it was impossible to admit it.

Don‘t start, she hugged her arm again and denied： "who, who cares about you? You don‘t think you are right."

"Don‘t care?"

"I don‘t care!"

"Well, then I‘ll go, you go home and go to bed early."

"Ah?"

This time, before she could stop him, she watched him get on the bus.

The car started, did not stop for a moment, and left directly.

After two steps, Claudia looked at the car‘s ass and almost carried it away with anger.

What!

What the hell is he doing?

I still think her pool of spring water is not messy enough, isn‘t it?

Grinding her teeth, she mocked softly： "If you do this again, I really want to pester you regardless and die together..."

The wind passed through one side of the window.

Rowan supported himself on the window with one hand and controlled the steering wheel with the other. He squinted and looked into the distance.

The neon end of the street seems endless. He is a man who has no place to belong.