I Love You At The Right Time

After the event, Rowan sat down against the French window with one leg bent and one leg stretched casually.

Pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, he lit one.

Under the smoke, Claudia collapsed like a dilapidated doll on his leg.

His body was blue and purple, and he was in a mess.

She touched the coat he had thrown on the ground and put it on. She sat up trembling and stretched out her hand at him. “Give me one.”

Rowan looked askance at her and slapped the cigarette case in her palm in silence.

She skillfully took out a cigarette in her mouth and leaned in to borrow a fire from him.

Such Claudia completely angered Rowan.

He knocked out the cigarette from her mouth, got up, threw his cigarette on the ground and crushed it out.

He looked down at her, “Do you smoke?”

Claudia smiled low and threw his head back. “Well,” he said, “Can’t you?”

There was nothing in her big eyes.

Rowan was willing to see injustice, pain and sadness in her eyes when he treated her like this.

However, none of them.

She was as indifferent as a wisp of smoke and could never be caught.

She always conceals her true emotions so well and so watertight.

Bend over, Rowan said, “Claudia, do you know why women like you are not loved? Because you are not a woman at all, show weakness, you have never. Women like you are not cute at all, who will love you?”

“Oh, that’s what Bailoran is like, that’s what you love?”

With a laugh, Rowan stood up straight and his voice was light： “At least, she is cuter than you.”

Claudia is not afraid of heaven or earth, and is afraid of being denied by him.

Why did she become like this?

If she were a soft persimmon, in a place like 49 cities, there would have been no bone residue left.

For the sake of being far away and for the sake of Albert, she put on armor and was invulnerable.

“Let me see you smoking again, and I will really kill you!” Rowan added, lifting her sideways.

Claudia curled up wearily in his arms and closed his eyes.

He took her upstairs, threw her on the big bed in the bedroom and left.

Claudia rolled up the quilt himself and closed his eyes heavily.

Too tired, she will sleep once, once, and she will never come to this house again.

… …

Rowan family.

Wen Jiazhi stood at the door with his hand still in the door handle.

At the bar, Rowan shook the orange liquid in his hand and turned to look at it.

“Why? Seeing me so surprised?”

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Returning to absolute being, Wen Jiazhi looked chagrined. “No, that, eldest brother, when did you come back?”

“Come here.” Rowan spoke softly.

Wen Jiazhi shook his fist and stepped over.

Holding his hand on the bar, he sat in the high chair next to Rowan.

Rowan poured him a glass of wine and pushed it to his hand. “Have a drink with me.”

“I drink?” Wen Jiazhi pointed to the tip of his nose and asked in surprise.

He is not yet an adult, and he has always been a good boy. He goes home after school and never attends any parties or anything like that.

Wine, that is never touched, not even stolen drink.

However, it is too tempting to drink with his favorite, most respected, most admired and most admired eldest brother.

I’m afraid it’s poison, Wen Jiazhi will drink it mercilessly.

He is a die－hard fan of Rowan.

Both hands picked up the glass, Wen Jiazhi shyly touched Rowan.

“Jingle!”

The sound of the cup hitting was crisp and beautiful. At this moment, Wen Jiazhi suddenly felt that he had grown up to be a man who could stand side by side with his eldest brother. There was nothing more exciting to him than this.

Like Rowan, he took a sip of the wine.

“Ahem, ahem!”

The glass was pushed aside and Wen Jiazhi coughed loudly.

What a shame!

Rowan was amused by his silly brother and slapped him on the back with his big palm. “Are you all right?”

Although his tone can be called cold, Wen Jiazhi was still moved by the little care hidden in it.

Hastily motioned with his hand, he wiped the corners of his mouth, “nothing, I’m fine, sorry, eldest brother, I…”