When Leng Zimo prepared breakfast and stood beside the bed, Luo Xiaoqian was still huddled in the bed.
"Little fool, get up!"
He bent down and pinched the tip of her nose.
"Sleep a little longer..." She shrank into the quilt.
Leng Zimo raised her eyebrows. She had said this sentence for the fifth time this morning.
Looking at the watch on his wrist, he didn't compromise this time. He bent down and kissed her lips directly, waking her up from the kiss. Luo Xiaoqian gasped and opened her eyes, her eyes still wandering, "What are you doing?
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"You promised to go to Hong Kong with me." He held her face and reminded her.
"Ah, yes..." Luo Xiaoqian's eyes suddenly widened and she sat up in a fit of rage.
Fortunately, Leng Zimo reacted quickly, otherwise, their heads would have hit each other.
Pulling the nightgown over her shoulders, he raised his hand to rub her disheveled hair, "Go and wash up first."
Luo Xiaoqian responded softly, yawned and got up, noticing the black sportswear he was wearing, she came over doubtfully, "Have you worn this clothes before?"
Leng Zimo raised his hand and tapped her forehead, "Did you do it on purpose or did you really wake up? Didn't you buy this for me?"
She bought it for him?!
Luo Xiaoqian blinked and looked carefully at his clothes.
Three seconds later, she opened her mouth wide.
"No...this dress...isn't...you...where did you find it?!"
Leng Zimo had enough time to spit out four words, "Bedside bag."
Luo Xiaoqian wanted to throw herself on the mattress and throw herself to death.
How could she forget this, her damn memory!
"It's over, it's over!"
Luo Xiaoqian wanted to cry but had no tears.
That set of clothes was actually the one Jiao Yang lent her that day. She put it on the bedside the night before yesterday. When she wanted to leave early in the morning, she took it with her and ordered a courier to deliver it to Jiao Yang. At that time, she specially copied Jiao Yang's clothes.
Yang's address was stuffed in his pocket.
Because he was in a hurry, he forgot about this matter. He didn't expect that Leng Zimo would see it, so he regarded this suit of clothes as a gift from her and ended up wearing it directly.
"Finished?" Leng Zimo lowered his face and stroked her little face with a smile, "I'm very surprised, I like it very much."
When he got up and found the clothes in the bag, he just thought it was a little surprise she had prepared for him. The clothes were the type he liked regardless of the brand or style. In order to make her happy, he simply wore them directly.
After hearing what she said, he just thought it was a pity that she wanted to surprise him but couldn't.
"Do you really like it?"
Luo Xiaoqian raised her face and looked at him.
"Well, I have several sets of sportswear from this brand, and I also like this color." Leng Zimo said seriously.
Luo Xiaoqian gritted her teeth secretly and smiled back at him, "As long as you like it!"
Things have reached this point, if she tells him the ins and outs of this suit, this guy will definitely be mad!
In desperation, she could only follow his ideas.
As for the clothes, the worst thing is, just buy another set of the same ones and give them back to Jiao Yang.
"Go and wash up. I'll wait for you downstairs to have breakfast. Don't pack your luggage. Just buy it over there."
"good!"
Luo Xiaoqian nodded obediently.
Leng Zimo turned and walked towards the door. Seeing him reaching for his trouser pocket, she suddenly remembered the note and screamed.
"don't want!"
Turning around, Leng Zimo looked at her doubtfully, "Why not!"
