Luo Xiaoqian helped the little guy and examined his head carefully. Sure enough, she saw a slight edema on the back of his head. She knew that the doctor he was talking about was Shen Yizhou, and she asked carefully to make sure that he did not have a headache or dizziness. Only then did I feel relieved.
"By the way." Luo Jun took out the business card with his little hand, "This is the name Uncle Zimo gave me. He said that if I have a headache, he asked you to call him and he would take me to see a doctor."
Luo Xiaoqian took the business card he handed over and pinched the delicate card, her eyes just felt hot.
Luo Jun happened to be in the same class as Qin Wanwan, and the two of them celebrated their birthdays together on the same day, so that Luo Jun could see his father. All of this was like God's will.
Zimo, God must have taken pity on our Xiaojun, so he arranged for him to see you like this.
Luo Jun took the cake he brought back from the table, "Mom, then, this is the cake I brought for you. Uncle Zimo cut it himself. Is it a big piece?"
"Thank you." Luo Xiaoqian sniffed and took a fork from the fruit plate, "Mom, I'll eat it now."
"I'm going to play music!"
Luo Jun could no longer hold himself back, so he took out the vinyl record from the record box and carefully placed it on the record player.
Immediately, the sound of music filled the entire living room.
Walking back to his mother, Luo Jun listened to the music with great enjoyment.
Luo Xiaoqian put a bite of cake to his mouth, and he immediately opened his mouth wide and took it into his mouth without politeness.
Putting down the half-eaten cake in her hand, Luo Xiaoqian stretched out her hand to hold her son in her arms and listened with him.
Until, listen to the entire album.
After the little guy collected the records, she went upstairs with him and helped him change his clothes. After washing, she watched him lie down on the pillow before she asked.
"Uncle Zimo, have you spoken to me?"
"He talked a lot, and he even asked his parents what they did..."
"Then how did you answer?" Luo Xiaoqian was a little nervous.
"I said, my mother is a music planner and my father is a great artist."
"Did he...ask mom's name?"
"No."
Luo Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time she was a little disappointed. On the one hand, she didn't want Leng Zimo to hear her name, and on the other hand, she wanted to see his reaction when he heard her name, "And Woolen cloth?"
"He even kissed me and said he wanted to give me a birthday kiss for my father. Aunt Huangfu also said that he wanted me to be his godson!"
"Then..." Luo Xiaoqian straightened up and looked at his face, "Are you willing?"
"What do you want?"
"Are you willing to let Uncle Zimo be your father?!" Luo Xiaoqian asked softly.
"I do not want!"
Luo Xiaoqian was a little confused, "Why, don't you... like him very much?"
"But he is not my biological father. I only want my own father." Thinking of the man with big and warm hands, Luo Jun added, "If you can be my father, I am willing."
"Good son." Luo Xiaoqian tightened her arms and hugged him, "Don't worry, mom will definitely give you the dearest and dearest dad."
The little guy was held in her arms, smelling the familiar fragrance of his mother, and nodded gently, "Uncle Zimo smells of chocolate. It smells good. Does he like eating chocolate?"
Luo Xiaoqian kissed her son's hair gently, "You can ask this question yourself next time you meet him."
