"Come." Waving to her son, she pushed the laptop aside.
The meat dumplings climbed onto the bed and sat cross－legged beside her, "pupil pupil."
"What?"
The son‘s face was awkward, and Claudia could not help pinching the tip of his nose. "Say what you have to say."
"My father..." Just started, meat dumplings licked the lower lip, "you and my father still don‘t make up? Where did dad make you angry?"
"Dear, this is between your father and me. Let‘s solve it ourselves, OK?"
After much deliberation, she could only tell her son this first.
The meat dumplings nodded, but suddenly held out their hands and said to her, "Can I call my father? I want to say good night to him."
"Of course."
Hand the mobile phone to the meat dumplings, Claudia intentionally or unintentionally, concentrate.
Turning his back to his dearest mommy, the meat dumplings rolled their eyes and dialed the number.
In a few seconds, it was picked up over there.
"Hello."
Rowan has a deep voice.
The meat dumplings cried happily, "Dad!"
"Meat." Rowan‘s tone immediately slowed down gently.
The father and son said some trivial things. Claudia listened and felt quite ridiculous.
Pretending to have something to go away, she got out of bed and stepped to the bathroom.
As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I heard the meat dumplings shout, "didn‘t you eat?! Dad, didn‘t you eat?!"
"What?"
Almost immediately, Claudia turned back and ran back, pounced on the big bed and hugged the waist of the meat dumplings. "What didn‘t you eat?"
The meat dumplings covered their cell phones and reported to her in a low voice： "Dad said he didn‘t eat at night."
"Why didn‘t you eat? Why didn‘t you eat? Why don‘t you eat?"
Claudia asked three sentences at one go, all in the tone of questioning.
The meat dumplings shrugged innocently. "How do I know?"
If it weren‘t for care and chaos, Claudia should be able to find out how much his son is laughing at the moment, fox.
Biting her lower lip, she stood up and sneered, "why? Still on hunger strike?"
The meat dumplings smiled secretly, folded up their hands covering their mobile phones, and actually conveyed this sentence to Rowan intact.
"Dad, pupil pupil asked what do you want? Still on hunger strike?"
Little fellow, even the tone of learning perfectly, not bad.
"Meat!" Claudia screamed in disbelief and his son sold her?
The meat dumplings squeezed their eyes and asked, "Dad, are you on hunger strike?"
Rowan was slightly embarrassed and put his fist on his lip with one hand with a slight cough. "Nonsense, nonsense, I, I didn‘t."
All right.
He did mean it.
He deliberately disclosed to his son that he had not eaten at night.
His son did not live up to his expectations and conveyed it to her accurately.
He just wanted to see her attitude and reaction.
Careful testing, whether she cares.
In doing so, Mr. Rowan also felt ridiculous and childish.
Claudia thinks so too.
Mr. Rowan, who does not eat, is extremely childish!
Think carefully, what if you don‘t eat a meal?
Starved to death?
I can‘t die of hunger.
I felt that I had been teased by the combination of their father and son, and I felt that I couldn‘t get over it because I made a mountain out of a molehill.
Claudia gritted his teeth and grabbed his cell phone. He sneered at the other side： "Don‘t eat if you don‘t eat, don‘t eat if you have the ability! Who is Mr. Rowan, can you really starve yourself? In the future, you also don‘t tell your son about this, so as not to worry about his son. What thoughts do you have? Are you still an adult! So childish!"
Meat dumplings： "..."
Wow!
His pupil is very powerful!
Also, there is a terrible loss.
"Worried?"
Seizing the two most important words in Claudia‘s words, Rowan was not angry at her aggressiveness.
"Are you worried about me?"
"I..." Claudia sneered： "Is Mr. Rowan paranoid? When did I say I was worried about you? I‘m worried about you? Dreaming! I don‘t, I don‘t worry."
"Fast food is not delicious."
Suddenly, Rowan said this.