"Mr. Song, be polite." After clinking glasses with Song Liancheng, Rowan said softly, "Excuse me."

"Well, BOSS Rowan is busy."

As soon as he left, Song Liancheng said to Jin Hao, "On purpose?"

"What?"

"Congratulations from Claudia."

"Really." Jin Hao smiled, "She really asked me to congratulate her. I have to say so."

"She, really..." Lost a smile and shook his head, Song Liancheng was drunk.

*

At first, Claudia thought it was an illusion or a nightmare.

However, the voice is clearly getting louder and louder, and more and more cautious.

When she opened her eyes, she reached out and lit the bedside lamp and glanced at the wall.

12：30.

At the same time, there was a loud noise.

"Ah!" With an alarm, Claudia subconsciously held the quilt tightly.

After licking her lips, she dared to open the door from the bedroom.

Seeking sound came to the porch.

The induction light came on, giving her a little bottom.

The sound was still ringing, and now it was similar to the sound of scratching a door.

Biting his lower lip, Claudia walked to the gate and slowly leaned over the cat‘s eye to look out.

Nothing!

Surprised to step back a few steps, she cold sweat down.

In the middle of the night, is there anything more thrilling than this?

Rushing back to the bedroom and taking her cell phone from the bedside table, she felt sweat flowing down her forehead and into her eyes.

After being stung, I followed my instinct and dialed a number.

"Bell!"

The ringing of the cell phone was faint, but it came from outside the door.

Then Rowan‘s low male voice sounded： "Hmm."

"Rowan? Are you outside?"

Claudia squeezed his cell phone tightly and asked.

Half a ring, Rowan‘s heavy voice contained a trace of injustice, "You really changed the lock."

"Shit! Rowan, you‘re scaring the fuck out of me!" Swearing.

Claudia cut off his cell phone.

Close, just now, was he scratching the door outside? !

Rushed back to the door and jerked open the door.

Someone who had been leaning on the door fell down and propped up at her feet.

Claudia was condescending, his eyes were contemptuous, and he said cynically, "Mr. Rowan, what kind of demon is this? Hmm? In the middle of the night, is it fun?"

Rowan slowly climbed up, rubbed his temples and cried, "You really changed the lock."

Claudia： "…"

"You really change..."

Holding his arm, Claudia gave him a hard pull.

Rowan fell into the door and was pressed against the wall by her.

Lift your foot to hook the door, Claudia arm against Rowan‘s neck, contain his throat, a face of malice.

Rowan sword eyebrows slightly fiercely, from the chest up a feeling of nausea, backhand holding her wrist, "vomit..."

"What?"

"Think, vomit..."

"Shit!" With a low curse, Claudia withdrew.

But at the moment when she had just loosened her restraint on him, she was clamped down by him, spinning herself and trapped between the wall and her chest.

"You!"

I played her!

"Rowan, you are despicable! You are shameless!"

He half squinted, leaned wearily against her, buried his face in her neck socket, "I don‘t."

"No!"

"Not despicable, not shameless."

"..."

For a long time, he did not move as if he were asleep.

Claudia was so tired from this that he raised his hand and patted him on the back. "Hey, are you dead?"

"Tut." With a light reprimand, Rowan stood straight and looked at her in confusion.

It seems that he has not drunk less tonight. She has hardly seen Mr. Rowan‘s ghost character.

"Is it all right?" She couldn‘t help holding his arm, she asked intentionally and maliciously.

Rowan shook his head and said cleverly, "No, headache."

"It hurts you to death if you let you drink too much." With these words, she still helped him into the living room and settled him on the sofa.

Rowan sat dull. She ran to the kitchen to pour water, and his eyes followed.

Without her, he stood up uneasily and staggered to the kitchen.

Claudia came out to see him wandering and said coldly, "If you don‘t sit down honestly, who let you wander around?"