Instead of immediately getting into work as usual, Leng Zimo walked out of the study and saw Luo Xiaoqian and Luo Jun walking hand in hand from downstairs.
Seeing the two of them, Leng Zimo immediately showed a gentle smile, "How's it going? Have you finished the phone call?!"
"Grandpa and uncle and godmother have promised me to come to the show." Luo Jun trotted over and ran into Leng Zimo's arms. The little guy lifted his feet to look at the wound on his head, "Daddy's wound still hurts?"
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"It's already grown, of course it won't hurt anymore." Leng Zimo replied with a smile.
The little guy took a closer look at Leng Zimo's wound, "Dad's scar is so cool, it looks like a bow!"
"Yeah?"
"Really, mom, come and take a look!" The little guy raised his little finger and gently traced the image of Leng Zimo's scar. "The curved bow in the museum we visited today is like this."
Luo Xiaoqian came over and looked at the scars pointed out by the little guy, "They really do look alike!"
"Dad must have been a general in his last life." The little guy said innocently.
"Of course, so dad will protect you and mom in this life!" Leng Zimo picked up the little guy with a smile, "Let's go, our little general is going to take a bath!"
The family of three walked into Luo Jun's room together. Luo Xiaoqian helped the little guy undress and get ready. Leng Zimo went into the bathroom to help him prepare bath water.
After taking off her clothes, Luo Xiaoqian walked into the bathroom with the little guy wrapped in a bath towel. Leng Zimo took a small chair and asked Luo Xiaoqian to sit aside. He then started giving the little guy a bath himself.
At first it was just a normal bath, but in the end it turned into a water fight between father and son.
The little guy kept giggling, and Leng Zimo, who rarely laughed, also laughed out loud from time to time.
Luo Xiaoqian sat next to him, looking at the bright smile on his face and raising the corners of her lips.
"Let's go, little general, the food is ready!"
Leng Zimo took the little guy out of the bathtub who was covered in water, and Luo Xiaoqian took out a bath towel and wrapped it around the little guy's body.
Carrying the little guy to the bed, Leng Zimo carefully helped him dry the water on his body, put on his clothes, and took the hair dryer Luo Xiaoqian took to help the little guy dry his hair, "Tonight, dad has a new story.
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"Really? What's the story?" the little guy asked, tilting his head.
"Let me do it!" Seeing Leng Zimo's heavily stained shirt, Luo Xiaoqian was only worried that he would catch a cold, "Go and change your clothes to avoid catching a cold."
"It'll be ready soon!" Leng Zimo insisted on drying the little guy's hair and tucking him into the quilt. "Okay, wait for Dad. Dad will be back soon after changing his clothes."
Luo Xiaoqian lay down next to the little guy. After a while, Leng Zimo also changed his clothes and returned, leaning on his other side and telling him a story.
Accompanied by the two of them, Luo Jun quickly fell asleep peacefully.
Looking at the little guy's cute sleeping face, Leng Zimo also stopped talking, held his small palm with his big palm, brought it to his lips and kissed it.
The little guy's hands are soft and tender, with a faint milky fragrance. Each finger is long and thin. Compared with children of the same age, his fingers are much slender, but on his
In the palm of the hand, the palm is so small and cute.
Luo Xiaoqian stood up gently and walked to him, without asking him to leave immediately.
Everyone thought he had a very cold temperament, but in fact, beneath his seemingly cold appearance, he had an extremely delicate and sensitive mind, as well as intense emotions.
