Luo Jun raised his face, with expectation in his eyes, "Can I still see him?"
"Of course, I can." Luo Xiaoqian nodded seriously, "Mom, I promise you!"
"Okay." The little guy immediately smiled with satisfaction.
Although there are John and Uncle Mike around him, his favorite now is Leng Zimo, because that man is Chinese like him. His mother said that his father is also Chinese. He guessed that his father must be like Zimo.
Like Uncle Mo, he is tall and handsome, and like Uncle Zimo, he will definitely have big warm hands and a warm chest smelling of chocolate.
The little guy fell asleep. Looking at the smile on his delicate little face, Luo Xiaoqian stood up gently and kissed his forehead. Her eyes fell on his pink and tender mouth. She leaned down again and kissed his forehead.
He kissed her lightly on the lips.
She turned off the bedside lamp and stared at her son in the darkness for a while. Then she got up and walked out. In the corridor, John had already changed into loose sportswear.
"Is MOMO okay?"
"Sleep." Luo Xiaoqian smiled at him, "You should sleep too."
"Good night."
With a slight nod, John turned and walked back to his room.
Luo Xiaoqian walked into Luo Jun's room, took down the photo that Leng Zimo had given him from the record shelf, and gently touched his signature with her fingers. There was a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes.
Four years later, her son finally saw his biological father. Even though it was in this way, it was enough to surprise her.
After a while, she put the record back on the shelf, then turned and went downstairs.
On the coffee table in front of the sofa was a half-eaten cake.
Sitting on the sofa, she crossed her legs, carefully picked up the cake, and ate it in small bites.
There is a strong aroma of chocolate melting between the lips and teeth. The chocolate cake in my hand is very, very similar to the smell of the man in my memory.
Her eyes touched Leng Zimo's business card on the table. She reached out and took the card over. After thinking about it, she took her mobile phone from the table and entered the text message box. She considered it for a long time before editing a text message and sending it.
Even if you are a stranger, giving your son a gift and helping your son out like this, you should say thank you. This is the most basic courtesy.
Of course, Luo Xiaoqian naturally has her own selfish motives in this.
Even if you can't see him or talk to him, even if you can text him, it's still good!
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Lake shore villa.
Leng Zimo walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower. Hearing the buzzing and vibrating sound of his cell phone, he wiped his hair and walked over to pick up the phone.
On the phone, a text message and an unfamiliar number were displayed.
He raised his eyebrows in confusion and entered the text box.
"I'm Mo Mo's mother. Thank you for the gift you gave Mo Mo. I'm sorry for causing you any trouble."
Thinking of that cute little boy, Leng Zimo raised his lips slightly and neatly typed in the words "How about Momo" and sent it.
He really liked that boy. Although Shen Yizhou had already said that he was fine, Leng Zimo was still a little worried.
"He is fine and has fallen asleep."
"That's good." He entered three words, thought for a while, and added a few more words, "Mo Mo is a great and sensible boy. He didn't cause me any trouble. What happened tonight was not his fault.
, don’t blame him.”
Looking at the message from Leng Zimo on her phone, Luo Xiaoqian couldn't hide her smile.
She knew this man very well, and he was willing to say so many words for Momo, so she could tell that she really liked him.
This is enough to make Luo Xiaoqian happy.
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