"So that is to say, you are playing with me? Miss Bai, do you know? I am a person who hates being tricked. Those who play tricks on me will not come to a good end. Even beautiful women, too."

"You!" When his eyes were wet, Bailoran shook his head. "What‘s the problem with Rowan?"

"Festivals?" The man smiled and said, "Miss Bai misunderstood. Wen and I have no problem. We are still friends."

"Friend?"

"Yes, just like me and Miss Bai. Miss Bai, I am helping you. As long as you promise to help me, then I will also help you. Don‘t you love Wen very much and want to be with him? Don‘t you want to use any means to be with him?"

Together.

Three words flashed through my mind, and Bailoran was persuaded.

The man looked at this and pursued the victory.

Coming over, he gently exhorted, "Miss Bai, I know you love Wen very much. Don‘t you feel very beautiful with him? Isn‘t that what you yearn for?"

… …

The car stopped at the gate of the hotel. Claudia opened the door and got off. He looked at a black Bentley Shamo parked on the other side.

As she walked over, she knocked down the window.

The window lowered to reveal someone‘s cold side face.

"What are you doing here?"

"..."

"Wait for me?"

"..."

He didn‘t speak, a face of crazy drag cool.

Claudia shrugged and opened the car door. "Don‘t you get off yet? Let‘s go up together."

Rowan finally had a little reaction and bent out of the car.

The two entered the hotel in tandem and walked to the elevator.

Leaning against the elevator wall, she could see from her back that she was very tired.

Rowan phoenix eyes a dark, silently leaning over.

With one more person breathing intimately around him, Claudia turned his head and glanced at him.

Relaxing, she leaned on him and gave him all the weight of her body with confidence.

He spread his arms around her waist, and his fingertips seemed to bring their own heat, ironing her skin through the cloth.

The slight limp and numbness hit and encroached on her nerves. In addition, the nose was the smell of cologne on his body. At that moment, Claudia felt sleepy.

"Ding!" With a sound, the elevator door opened, and at the same time broke the wonderful atmosphere between the two.

Stand up straight, Claudia took the lead, followed by Rowan.

After the meal, Her Royal Highness Princess Elizabeth took Claudia to the room to talk. Rowan and Arthur continued drinking at the bar.

"You look preoccupied." Arthur clinked his glasses with Rowan. "Are you worried about Claudia?"

Rowan sipped his wine and shook his glass.

Squeezing his shoulder, Arthur sank his voice and promised, "My people are all trained by elites. You can rest assured. Kelvin‘s people will be found as soon as they approach her."

"Uh－huh."

"I am more worried about you than she is. Do you count what you promised me and Elizabeth?"

With a smile, Rowan beat Arthur on the shoulder. "When do you get wordy?"

"Is there?" Arthur shook his head and said seriously, "Wen, I‘m just worried about you."

"Not only me, but if you are Kelvin‘s target, you should worry more about yourself."

"Wen, you, you are!"

Coming out of the hotel, Arthur specially asked someone to drive them.

The two shared Rowan‘s car, and Claudia‘s own car was left in the hotel, waiting for someone to pick it up.

Looking at his constant kneading of eyebrows, she withdrew her eyes from the window and finally could not help asking, "Do you have a headache? How much wine did you and Arthur drink?"

"Not much." Rowan said, warming his temples.

When he opened his eyes, he saw her stretching out her hand and massaging his head with a cold face.

"Don‘t..."

"Don‘t move, be careful I poke you at random. My hand is not on time." She threatened.

Rowan‘s thin lips are slightly hooked and honest.

Those words, rolling around in the throat, or rolling out.

"In the future, drink less."

The last few times I saw him, he drank a lot.

Rowan whispered, "Drink some wine to sleep well."

After a meal of action, she looked at him in surprise. "You, you now, can‘t you sleep well?"