Luo Jun blinked, "Me? My surname is Luo, that's... that..."
Leng Lin's eyebrows jumped sharply, "Is it Luo from Luoyang?"
"Luoyang?" The little guy shook his head hurriedly, "No, is it the daughter of Fuxi or Fudong..."
Leng Zimo chuckled, "Is she Fuxi's daughter Luo Shen?"
The little guy nodded immediately, "Yes, Uncle Zimo is so smart. It's the Luo that my mother told me."
Luo Momo?!
Leng Lin stood up and excitedly held the little guy's arm, "What about your mother? What's your mother's name?"
His movements were too fast and too hasty, and the little guy was startled, "Grandpa?!"
"Dad!" Leng Zimo saw Luo Jun's nervous expression and unhappily pulled Luo Jun over and hugged him into his arms, "Why are you so excited?!"
"I..." Leng Lin glanced at Leng Zimo, who was holding Luo Jun with concern, and smiled covertly, "It's okay, I... I'm just curious, Mo Mo, do you want to eat fruit? Grandpa will take you downstairs to eat.
Is the fruit good?!”
Luo Jun glanced out the window, "It's getting dark, Uncle Zimo, we should go home, otherwise, mother will be worried."
Leng Zimo glanced at the watch on his wrist and said, "Okay, Uncle Zimo will take you home."
He took the little socks from the side and helped him. He carefully put on the little guy's shoes before taking him out of bed.
"Dad, Aunt Su, let's go first."
"Shall we leave after dinner?" Leng Lin said.
"No need, I promised his mother to send him back before dinner." Leng Zimo said.
"That's okay." Leng Lin stepped forward and touched Luo Jun's little head, "Momo is so cute, his mother must be very beautiful too, right?"
"Maybe." Leng Zimo shrugged, "I haven't met his mother yet."
Holding the little guy's hand, Leng Zimo walked straight to the door, and Leng Lin and Aunt Su sent him downstairs together.
All the way out of the door and into the car, Luo Jun did not forget to say goodbye to the two of them politely.
Leng Lin held the little guy's hand, but couldn't bear to let go, "Momo, I'll come and play with grandpa next time. Grandpa will take you to the shooting range to see the guns, okay?"
"Really?"
"Of course, grandpa means what he says."
"Okay, then next time I will come and play with Uncle Zimo." The little guy agreed immediately.
Aunt Su brought some fruit and brought it to the car for the little guy to eat on the way. Leng Lin closed the car door, and Leng Zimo left Leng's house with Mo Mo.
Watching Leng Zimo's car go further and further away, Leng Lin still stood there and did not leave.
"Hey!" Aunt Su sighed behind him, "If Xiao Qian hadn't left back then, the child would have been this big. What a sin!"
"Okay, be careful in front of Zimo from now on." Leng Lin warned him in a deep voice, then turned and went upstairs, walked directly into the study room, and took out a photo album from the bookshelf.
In the photo album, there are photos of the two Leng brothers when they were young.
After turning the page for the third time, Leng Lin stopped looking at one of the photos.
In the photo, there is a little boy of four or five years old, sitting on a small bench, flipping through a book of music, his cute little eyebrows slightly wrinkled.
That look is exactly the same as that of Xiao Luojun just now.
This photo is exactly what Leng Zimo looked like when he was a child. At that time, Leng Zimo was more than four years old and less than five years old.
After pondering for a moment, Leng Lin turned around and walked to the desk, put the photo album on the table, grabbed the receiver, and dialed a number.
