Several people walked out of the door together. The servants had already prepared the car.
After sitting in the car, Luo Jun slid down the window, looked at the people standing on the steps, raised his palm and blew a kiss to Luo Xiaoqian, "Mom, I love you!"
Luo Xiaoqian smiled brightly and said, "My dear son, I love you too. Drive slowly."
"Got it!" Luo Jun gave Leng Zimo a provocative look, stepped on the accelerator and drove the car out of the manor.
"I'm going to take a walk too." Leng Lin walked down the steps, minding his own business, and the bodyguard immediately followed him down the steps.
Seeing that Luo Xiaoqian was still looking in the direction of the entrance of the manor, Leng Zimo's arms around her waist tightened a little more.
"Are you tired? Let's go upstairs and rest for a while?"
Luo Xiaoqian turned around and looked at him with a smile, "Rest when you are full. Aren't you afraid that I will turn into a fat little pig?"
Leng Zimo stretched out his arms and lifted her up, "Then... exercise appropriately."
Raising her hands to hug his neck, Luo Xiaoqian played with the buttons of his clothes with one finger, "In front of your future daughter-in-law, can't you be more restrained?"
Leng Zimo carried her up the stairs, "I don't have that habit."
Smiling lightly, Luo Xiaoqian raised her face and looked at him, "However, I personally think this girl is pretty good. What about you?"
Taking a breath, Leng Zimo said seriously, "I believe in his vision."
Although he was often jealous of his own son, Leng Zimo fully recognized Luo Jun himself.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to completely hand over the Emperor's Vision to him.
Luo Xiaoqian nodded. Luo Jun himself was completely better than his predecessor, and his work ability was not inferior to Leng Zimo's.
Moreover, Luo Jun's emotional intelligence is higher than that of Leng Zimo. His temperament has a hard side and a soft side.
However, after all, he is his own son, so there is no reason for a mother not to worry.
Pushing open the bedroom door, she was still thinking about what happened just now, "Did he have something to do with his phone call just now? I saw that his expression seemed a bit solemn."
"Don't worry, he's not a child anymore. Is there anything he can't handle?" Leng Zimo turned around and half-closed the door with his back. The man came over and carefully placed her on the pillow.
He bent his head and kissed her.
"Zimo!" Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand to hold his face, "Would you like... to let Cheng Xiao go take a look?"
Raising his hand and grabbing her palm, Leng Zimo lowered his face and bit the corner of her lips, "When you are intimate with me, you are not allowed to think about other men."
"But... ugh..."
Luo Xiaoqian wanted to say something more, but the second half of her words was blocked by him.
Feeling his eagerness, she raised her hand and pinched the button of his shirt.
This time she went to the North Pole. When she came back, she had a cold and her physical condition was not good. He had not touched her for many days.
It wasn't until both of them could barely breathe that Leng Zimo let go of her lips.
His fingers neatly helped her untie those obstructive buttons and restraints, and his lips lingered on her neck, "Tomorrow, I will ask Cheng Xiao to check. From now on, no mention of Momo is allowed!"
You know, he is jealous, but he actually loves that child no less than she does.
It's just that he loves her so deeply that except for her, he keeps his feelings for others deep in his heart.
Luo Xiaoqian gasped and unbuttoned the last button of his clothes, stretched out her arms, and pressed her body against him.
