Although she didn't quite understand why she knew she was Leng Zimo and deliberately pretended not to know him, Leng Zimo had no intention of arguing with her.
Although her image was different from the image of Mo Mo's mother he imagined, he liked the woman in front of him very much, whether it was her face, her voice or the way she spoke incoherently.
No wonder she could give birth to such a cute son, she is very cute herself.
His gaze was so intense that it made her feel uncomfortable all over. She bit her lip and Luo Xiaoqian spoke again, "Um...Mr. Leng, can you give me your phone back?"
Lowering his right hand, Leng Zimo hung up the phone and naturally looked at the "L" on the screen.
"L?" He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Luo Xiaoqian opposite, "Do you like to save your name like this?"
"Ah... I just saved it casually." Luo Xiaoqian said casually.
She actually saved his name "casually", and Leng Zimo was slightly displeased with her disapproval.
He is not a person who cares about other people's opinions of him, let alone fans and the like. It's just that he doesn't like this woman's indifference to him.
Seeing that he was unhappy, Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly explained, "At that time, I was only thinking about the silent injury, so I saved a letter, but later I forgot to change it, but... your phone number is easy to remember, actually I don't need to save it.
I’ve memorized it all, if you don’t believe it, I can recite it to you!”
Leng Zimo took her words as perfunctory and immediately spoke domineeringly.
"back."
Luo Xiaoqian was stunned, and then recited his number neatly.
That number has already become an indelible string of numbers in her memory, and she can recite it by heart.
She actually remembered it, which surprised Leng Zimo.
Handing the phone to her, he raised his lips in satisfaction.
Luo Xiaoqian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Then... can I go?"
"No." Leng Zimo said.
Does this guy want to be so domineering?!
Luo Xiaoqian resisted the urge to give him a roll of her eyes, "Why?"
Leng Zimo looked at her face, "Do you have work this afternoon?"
"Nothing in the afternoon." Luo Xiaoqian responded casually.
"My legs hurt a little, I'm afraid I can't drive. Do you mind taking me home?"
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Luo Xiaoqian looked at his legs worriedly, squatted down, and carefully rolled up his pants. There was a scratch on his leg, but it was not serious.
"It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it from the outside." She stood up and held his arm, "I wonder if it's a bone problem. Otherwise, I'd better send you to the hospital?"
"Just take me home." Leng Zimo said.
In fact, his leg was just a scratch, and the pain was completely negligible, but he didn't want to let her go. Inexplicably, he just wanted to stay with her for a while longer.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Luo Xiaoqian frowned and looked at him.
Leng Zimo shrugged, "Do you mind if I ride in your car?"
"Of course... no." Luo Xiaoqian raised her chin towards her car, "Let's go, I'll help you over."
When she walked to the car, she took out the key, unlocked the car, and helped him open the passenger door. Leng Zimo lowered himself to sit in the car, and she knelt down and carefully supported his injured right leg.
Her hair was already a little loose just now. When she lowered her face and loosened the hairpin, the hair originally coiled on her head fell like a waterfall, and the smooth hair fell on his legs and crossed his palms.
