The car drove out of the compound and drove straight to the suburbs. When it drove off the suburban expressway and followed the tree-lined road into the farm, there were already three cars waiting outside the farm gate.
There were more than a dozen people standing beside the car, both men and women, all young.
The leader was a middle-aged man, in his forties, wearing a suit, of medium height, with an ordinary appearance, but he had an iron-blooded temperament that could not be concealed.
"Who are they?!" Luo Xiaoqian looked at the people at the farm through the car window and asked doubtfully.
"It's the worker I found!" Leng Zimo opened the car window and handed the key to the middle-aged man in charge. He immediately nodded to Leng Zimo and went over to open the farm gate.
When Leng Zimo drove in, the man in a suit had already followed him in. Several other people also followed him into the farm, and three cars were also driven in.
"That's great!" Luo Jun opened the door and jumped out of the car, looking around at the farm in front of him. His eyes quickly stopped on the small football in the yard, "Wow, is this a football field?!"
The little guy has been living in big cities and has rarely seen places like this, so it is naturally very novel.
"That's right!" Leng Zimo gently touched his little head, "This is your football field!"
Five years ago, because of Luo Xiaoqian's departure, Leng Zimo also forgot about the existence of this place. After the initial decoration, it was shelved.
After Leng Zimo regained his memory, he not only remembered World City, but also this farm, which had been renovated. Now the decoration of the entire small farm has been completed, the wooden fence has been newly painted, and the lawn has been newly cut.
Yes, there is a pleasant smell of grass floating in the air.
The middle-aged man also led everyone to Leng Zimo. Without any instructions, more than a dozen people were already standing in three rows. Regardless of gender, they all had their hands behind their backs. Every one of them looked capable.
"Mr. Leng!" The middle-aged man stepped forward, "Look, is that okay?!"
"Very good." Leng Zimo's eyes slowly passed over the people present, "Let me introduce you. This is Luo Xiaoqian, my wife. This is my son, Luo Jun, whose nickname is Momo. Your work
I just want to take care of their daily lives and make sure they are absolutely safe!"
"Yes, Mr. Leng!" More than a dozen people agreed at the same time.
Leng Zimo nodded, "Let's start!"
He gave the order, and more than a dozen people immediately dispersed. Among them, a man and a woman walked up to Luo Jun and said, "Young Master, shall we go play football?"
"My name is not Young Master, my name is Momo!" Luo Jun corrected him in a sweet voice.
"Just call him by his name." Leng Zimo said.
"Yes, sir!" The two agreed immediately, and the girl who looked very young smiled and extended her palm to Luo Jun, "Mo Mo, do you want to go play football?!"
Luo Jun looked at Luo Xiaoqian questioningly. After all, he was a stranger he had met for the first time, so he was still a little wary.
"Go." Luo Xiaoqian smiled and nodded to him, "Have fun with your uncle and aunt!"
Luo Jun was ignorant, but Luo Xiaoqian saw clearly that these people were definitely not ordinary workers, but bodyguards specially invited by Leng Zimo, specifically to protect her and Luo Jun.
The middle-aged man walked up to Luo Xiaoqian respectfully and said, "Hello, madam."
"His name is Ajiu!" Leng Zimo hugged Luo Xiaoqian's waist and introduced him.
