Leng Zimo stood up straight, and Zhou Ping hurriedly ran over and opened the door.
Everyone's eyes turned around in unison.
Outside the door, stood a little boy.
He looked four or five years old, wearing a light-colored windbreaker and a small top hat of the same color on his head. He held the man in white with one small hand, and put the other casually in the pocket of the windbreaker.
The pink and jade-carved little face has extremely delicate facial features, and the big eyes are clear in black and white, revealing wisdom and agility.
Although he faced the gazes of so many people, his expression was still calm and not timid at all, just like an elegant little gentleman.
That kind of temperament is purely natural.
Behind him, stood two people, one black and one white, wearing the same clothes, but with completely different temperaments.
In front of this little guy, these two people completely became foils, as if he had a certain quality that naturally attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone in the room has seen the world, and I don’t know how many celebrities Dawan has seen. When they saw this little guy, they were still amazed.
"Momo, welcome to Emperor Vision." Leng Zimo walked over with a smile.
When the little guy saw him, a bright smile immediately appeared on his little face, "Uncle Zimo."
"Sorry, Mr. Leng, we are not familiar with the road and there was a traffic jam, so we were late." Mike apologized with a smile.
"It doesn't matter." Leng Zimo held Luo Jun's little hand, "Come on."
Everyone on the side, including Zhou Ping, were all shocked.
what did he say?
It doesn't matter?!
When the other party was late, Emperor Leng said, "It's okay." This was definitely an unprecedented first time.
Leng Zimo, who has always had a very good sense of time, hates being late the most. He doesn't care how big or famous the other person is. Even if he is a minute late, he will rudely throw the word "scroll" at him. This time, this time
Is the sun coming out from the west?!
Leng Zimo turned around, looked at everyone who was still stunned, frowned slightly, "Get ready!"
"Yes, everyone, get ready!" Zhou Ping came to her senses immediately, "Quick, bring the clothes."
"Momo." Leng Zimo squatted down and held the little guy's shoulders, with a gentle smile on his face, "Because it's a little late, so we have to hurry up and change clothes now, okay?"
"Okay." Luo Jun nodded.
Leng Zimo stood up and led him into the dressing room. Stylists and assistants had already come over and took a piece of children's costume specially customized for this boy character.
Leng Zimo stood up, and the female assistant squatted in front of the little guy, stretched out her hand and pinched the buttons of his clothes, "Kid, can I help you take off your clothes?"
"No!" The little guy took a step back nervously, "You are women and I am a man. You can't watch me take off my clothes."
The stylist and female assistant all laughed, "Little guy, you are still a boy, not a man, it doesn't matter."
"No." Luo Jun insisted, "Except for mom, none of you can watch it."
On the side, Leng Zimo had already walked out of the door. Hearing the childish voice of the little guy, he also chuckled. He had already opened the door and was about to leave. He immediately turned around and walked back to the changing room, "Momo, uncle, help you."
Can I change my clothes?"
"Okay." The little guy nodded immediately.
Leng Zimo waved his hand gently, "You guys go out, I'll help him change."
