Leng Zimo was riding with Luo Jun when he noticed Luo Xiaoqian answering the call on her mobile phone. He immediately turned his horse's head and ran towards her.
The two of them were riding a tall, snow-white horse. Leng Zimo held Luo Jun in one hand and held the horse's reins with the other. Although he was not wearing a horse suit, his riding attitude was very chic.
The little guy was held in his arms, not afraid at all, but instead kept cheering excitedly.
Under the slanting sun, the facial features of the father and son looked more profound and delicate. Luo Xiaoqian immediately raised her phone and took a few photos of the two of them.
Just as Leng Zimo stopped the horse, she immediately came over and got close to the horse, and the family of three took a selfie.
"This horse is so beautiful!" Luo Xiaoqian returned the phone to Mike and stroked the mane on the horse's back with her hand, "Momo, is it fun to ride a horse?!"
"Yeah!" The little guy nodded excitedly, "We were running so fast just now, as if we were flying."
Leng Zimo jumped off the horse with Luo Jun in his arms, handed the horse to his men who were running over, and looked at the cell phone that Mike took over, slightly displeased, "Why didn't you switch to the plane?"
Considering that mobile phone radiation may have an impact on the baby, Leng Zimo has already issued an order that whenever someone calls Luo Xiaoqian's mobile phone, they will be transferred to a landline phone.
Mike shrugged apologetically, "It was an international long distance call from Europe, Mr. Locke, the president of Gotti Media, so I just took the phone over."
The other party has a special status, so he has no nerve to ask him to call the landline again.
"President of Gotti Media?" Leng Zimo said with a hint of sourness in his tone, "That parsnip?"
Parsnips?
Mike's face was tight so he didn't laugh. Their boss's man was really jealous.
"What is a parsnip? Is it delicious?" the little guy Luo Jun asked in confusion.
"It tastes terrible!" Leng Zimo replied.
Luo Xiaoqian chuckled, "He said he wanted to come to Beijing to participate in the International Film Festival, so he gave me a call."
"The drunkard doesn't care about wine!" Leng Zimo curled his lips in disdain.
Luo Xiaoqian was not the organizer, but the other party called her, obviously wanting something else.
"It doesn't matter if he's drunk or not, I'm not interested in carrots anyway." Luo Xiaoqian smiled and hugged his arm, "Zimo, I really want to ride a horse too."
"No!" Leng Zimo immediately refused, "How can you ride a horse now? It's too dangerous."
"Zimo?!" Luo Xiaoqian shook his arm coquettishly, "I'll just ride him, okay?"
She has loved horses since she was a child, but she has never had the opportunity or time to learn how to ride. Now that there are horses on her farm, she is itching to ride them.
Leng Zimo looked at her face helplessly, stretched out a finger, "Just ride around!"
"Our Zimo is the best!" Luo Xiaoqian immediately smiled and kissed him on the face, then walked over to the horse on the side.
"Wait!" Leng Zimo hurriedly followed and carefully put her on the saddle.
"Mom, I want it too!" Luo Jun also ran over.
Leng Zimo bent over and picked him up and put him in front of Luo Xiaoqian. After settling the two of them, he took the reins of the horse with his own hands and slowly led the two of them to the grass. John and another man were standing next to him.
His subordinates had already followed him dutifully and protected him carefully.
After leading the horse through the pasture and onto the grassy slope, Leng Zimo stopped the horse and picked up the two men, one large and one small.
