I Love You At The Right Time

Bending over, he leaned close to Qin Siyi： “From the first time I saw you, you used this perfume. I want to tell you, it is really like stepping on a dead mouse.”

Qin Siyi was angry and anxious. “Rowan!”

At his back, the female voice was sharp： “You are cruel!”

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There was a noise from the gate.

Claudia, who was carrying a shopping bag, kicked the door and saw the black leather shoes thrown outside the shoe cabinet and hooked the lip corner.

I knew I was right. Mr. Rowan was here.

It is not wrong for her to rush through the door of her original apartment with her eyes closed and flee for her life.

She carried the things into the kitchen and was not in a hurry to find him. She opened fire first and stewed the fish soup with the casserole she bought.

Blanch spareribs and wash them.

Take out the green vegetables and pick them quickly.

After the preparatory work was over, she poured herself a glass of juice and went to find someone while drinking.

Not in the bedroom, just in the study.

Pushing open the door, I saw him standing at the window.

Put the cup on the table and Claudia picked up the photo on it.

It was a bad shot.

The light is not good and the angle is not good.

What is more exasperating is that she played with the fountain and finished eating a lot of fried food at night. She lost her makeup and her face was still a little swollen.

This photo is simply her black photo, damaging her perfect image.

Throwing the photo back on the table, Claudia walked up to him, stretched out his hand and hugged his lean waist with his face on his back. The voice was not very real： “Rowan, I miss you.”

Rowan bowed her head, broke off her fingers one by one, walked to the table and drank up the half cup of juice she had left.

The slender and clearly jointed direction was pointed on the photo, and he smiled slightly： “Don’t you explain?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Claudia blinked. “What’s the explanation?”

“Jin Hao. You know I can’t move him, so you chose him?”

Qi Lao’s favorite grandson, for Qi Lao’s sake.

“Wrong.” Claudia shook his head, came up to him, stood in front of him, looked up at him, “There is nothing between us.”

“What, nothing?” His hand fell on her shoulder and slowly tightened his strength.

Claudia did not dare to resist, low eyebrows pleasing to the eye, “really not. He kissed me on the corner of my mouth, not on my mouth.”

With a grunt, she felt wronged and bowed： “what’s the matter? Do you want me to get some disinfectant to disinfect?”

“Yes.” He said.

Say that finish, see Claudia suddenly changed his face.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Before asking what was wrong, she had covered her mouth and turned to rush out of the study.

Rowan froze for a long time, suddenly thought of something.

Hold the table at hand, slowly, this just step out.

There was no one in the bedroom, no one in the living room, and there was a slight noise in the kitchen.

Wearing an incandescent lamp but gentle light on her shoulders, she was wearing an apron, her hair tied at will behind her head, and a few naughty strands of hair hung softly on her cheeks, scraping her face with her movements.

Holding a spoon in her hand, she scooped up a mouthful of soup and blew it. Before it was completely cold, she took a sip impatiently and scampered twice in situ.

“I almost forgot that I cooked soup. If I lose the temperature, someone will lose his temper again.”

As she spoke, she turned her head.

I don’t know if it’s because I took a sip of soup, but my pretty little face is red and looks very good.

With a self－deprecating smile, Rowan turned and left.

As soon as he left, Claudia immediately covered his chest and tried to suppress the nausea.

During the meal, Rowan kept a close eye on Claudia.

She filled him with a bowl of soup first.

The delicious fish soup was stewed for a full hour and boiled into beautiful milky white with light green coriander embellishment. The color was good and the aroma was tangy.

“Taste it.” She said smiling.

Rowan picked up the white porcelain spoon and slowly stirred the bowl of fish soup.

Claudia waited patiently for a while, but could not help but be angry when he could not drink.

Taking off his spoon, she stared at him： “The soup is for you to drink, not for play. How old are you, young are not naive?”

Rowan scoffed, raised her phoenix eyes, glanced at her deeply and shallowly, and said, “Why don’t you drink?”

“Drink, why don’t you drink, can I wait for it to cool before drinking?” Claudia said, throwing the white porcelain spoon back into his bowl. “Problem! Drink quickly, drink and eat!”