Even though she was in the car, she never said a word. Leng Zimo also felt a little strange.
Xu Pei also turned to look at her, "Ah, you patronized us and chatted happily, but you ignored Miss Luo. I really apologize!"
"How is that possible?" Luo Xiaoqian looked at the apologetic smile on her face and shook her head hurriedly, "It's quite fun to listen to you guys chatting."
Leng Zimo wanted to say something more, but Xu Pei had already touched his arm lightly, "Zimo, the light is green."
Turning around to drive again, Leng Zimo still didn't forget to raise his face and looked at Luo Xiaoqian in the back seat from the rearview mirror. He saw her sitting in the back seat, looking sideways out of the window, her face in
The lights flickered on and off, giving off a rare sense of loneliness.
"Look!" Xu Pei raised his hand and pointed to something not far away, "Zimo, do you still remember that when we were young, we climbed the bell tower, and Zi Rui broke his leg that day..."
Leng Zimo glanced at the bell tower in the distance, "Of course."
Xu Pei turned to look at Luo Xiaoqian in the back seat, "Xiaoqian, have you met Zirui? You can't imagine what the first thing that guy did when he got up?"
"I...have never seen it." Luo Xiaoqian said honestly.
"Really?!" Xu Pei was slightly stunned, but returned to normal for a moment, "It doesn't matter, just let me tell you. That kid got up at that time, and the first thing he did was not touch his legs, but his face, and then he looked at it like this
Xiang Zimo, 'Brother, am I disfigured?'"
Her expression was so vivid that even Luo Xiaoqian couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips because of her.
Leng Zimo looked at the smile on Luo Xiaoqian's face and breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, he also rarely joked, "That guy is afraid that his face will be ruined and he will not be able to find a beautiful wife."
Xu Pei took over the conversation, "How old was he at that time, eight years old?"
"It seems that he is less than six years old. I remember I was only nine years old at that time. I was three years older than him." Leng Zimo said.
Xu Pei raised her hand and patted her forehead, "Yes, I was seven years old and you were nine. I remembered it wrong. I remembered that Zi Rui's birthday was in winter, and he was not yet six years old at that time..."
In this way, after Luo Xiaoqian's simple interaction, Xu Pei once again took control of the discourse and talked to Leng Zimo about Qi Zirui, and Luo Xiaoqian was once again isolated from the topic.
After walking forward a little, Leng Zimo drove the car off the main road and stopped at a Xiaochang Chen branch on the side of the road.
The three of them got out of the car together and walked into the store. Because it was still early and there were not many people, they successfully found a private room. In the private room was a large circular table with about ten chairs around the table.
"Xiao Qian, come and take a seat!" Xu Pei pointed to the main seat.
Naturally, Luo Xiaoqian refused, "What's the matter? You'd better sit down."
"I don't want you, you are just like Zimo, just call me by my name." Xu Pei shrugged, "Xiao Qian refuses to sit, Zimo, can you sit down?"
Leng Zimo was pulled to the main seat by her, and Xu Pei naturally sat on his right side. Luo Xiaoqian looked at the bag she had placed on the chair on Leng Zimo's left, and was about to walk to the same chair as Leng Zimo.
Separated from each other, Xu Pei had already patted the empty seat on his right, "Xiao Qian, come here, let's sit together!"
Before Luo Xiaoqian could make a move, Leng Zimo's hand reached across the chair and grabbed her wrist, "Sit next to me."
His fingers were tightened very tightly, and although his tone was light, there was a hint of refusal. Luo Xiaoqian smiled apologetically at Xu Pei, took Xu Pei's handbag off the chair, and sat on the chair next to him.
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It's a bit late today. Go to bed first. The New Year is almost over. I'll start working hard tomorrow. Good night.
