There is only one word difference between Grandpa Leng and Grandpa, but to Leng Lin, they have absolutely different meanings.
"Let's go, grandpa, go get some delicious food for Mo Mo. Tell grandpa, what do you want to eat Mo Mo?" Leng Lin took the little guy's hand and went downstairs. Luo Xiaoqian looked at John in the corridor, "Is everything going well?"
"There were reporters following me, but I got rid of them," John replied.
Luo Xiaoqian frowned slightly, "I will call the teacher tomorrow and ask for a few days off for him. I will stay here for a few days silently. You go back to the villa to help him pack his things and bring them over."
These days are definitely when reporters are at their craziest, so it would be best for Luo Jun to avoid the limelight for the time being.
"good."
John agreed and left, and Luo Xiaoqian walked downstairs.
Leng Lin was playing with the little guy in the living room, and she went into the kitchen to prepare dinner with Aunt Su.
After dinner, she put the little one to sleep, and then Luo Xiaoqian drove to World City.
She was also very careful along the way.
After making sure that no one was following her, she drove into World City and parked the car in the underground parking lot. She took the elevator directly to the nineteenth floor.
Stepping out of the elevator, looking at the familiar corridor, her eyes fell on the closed door at the end of the corridor, and she subconsciously stopped.
Under the light, it was an empty corridor, but she saw many things.
Seeing her saying goodbye to Leng Zimo, seeing her running into the stairs with bare feet to get the keys from him;
Seeing him holding her in the door and hanging the key around her neck;
Seeing him kissing her, holding her fingers and pressing the password one by one...
There are too many memories here.
She stepped lightly and walked over, as if she was afraid that if she stepped harder, those memories would be frightened away.
Step by step, she walked to the door, subconsciously raised her palm and knocked on the door very softly.
At that time, Leng Zimo always didn't like to open the door. Even if the password was right at his fingertips, he would rather knock on the door and wait for her to open it.
Although Luo Xiaoqian knew that no one would open the door for her this time, she still knocked lightly.
"I'm back!"
She said to the door.
After five years, she finally came to this door with information and found it.
There was a soft sound inside the door.
With a very soft sound, the closed door slowly opened in front of her.
Luo Xiaoqian took out the key from her neck and raised her face in surprise. She saw Leng Zimo standing inside the door, covered with a layer of warm light.
"Welcome home."
Unexpectedly, he was there too.
"Zimo?!"
She raised her face in surprise, took a step forward, and threw herself into his arms.
Leng Zimo didn't say anything, he just raised his gauze-wrapped hand and hugged her tightly.
This hug had a different meaning from any previous hug, because it was the first real hug after he remembered her.
for a long time.
for a long time.
Luo Xiaoqian just raised her face from his arms and asked, "Why are you here too?"
"I just want to come back and see what you have hidden here." Leng Zimo hugged her into the porch, closed the door tightly, turned around, and stared at the full living room, "These things, you are
When did you move here?”
In the living room, there were neatly stacked boxes, some of which had been opened by Leng Zimo, revealing clothes, records and other items inside.
All of these things were bought by the two of them together, or were things of great significance to the two of them, including various photos, manuscripts, records...
